It's about ten hours later that anything really happens. Hips, in the meantime, has the two babies curled up on the seat with her, all three sound asleep. They've been that way for about three hours now. Sloth's baby had burped quite loudly after his gluttonous feeding, and she'd bathed them both in a shallow sink in the bathroom, got Sammy dressed...and then put the spare onesie on the new one.
There's a little green slug baby wearing a t-shirt with a kitten on it. Sammy's has a duckie. And Hips' shirt is firmly pulled back into place again.
And that's about when the larger, greener individual in this tale shuffles out from the bedroom, groggily scratching his chest. Ramon, being the only one awake, opens his mouth to say something; perhaps ask him to finally spill what's going on, or maybe even how he's feeling. But Sloth just waves a hand and grunts, going right past the people in his office and instead heading to the spare bathroom. When the door shuts, the sound of a shower being turned on is heard.
Ramon, meanwhile, sneers and pouts at being ignored. What a jerk.
Heh. Hips woke up just for the tail end of that, as the bathroom door shut. She also groggily smirks over at Ramon, only she promises never to ignore him. Leaning forward very carefully, she kisses her husband.
About twenty minutes later, the water sounds cut off and Sloth exits to join the others in the office. Though now sans a shirt, and with fresh bandages on his severed tendril stump. He flumps down into a chair across from where Hips and company are seated, resting a clawed foot up on a sleek, black coffee table.
Hips just shrugs, then thinks to glance at her PINpoint. Wow. Well, good thing Sammy was able to get some sleep in. In fact, both babies are still sound asleep...and snuggling into each other for the warmth. Two of Sammy's little legs are wrapped loosely around that cute little sluggy bottom, with no sign of discomfort from either child.
Awww.
"Ten hours, maybe. Now what the smeg happened? I want the whole story, Sloth. That's what you give me for helping you. Spill it."
"Ugh. I'm going to need to catch up on the rest of it some other time then." He reaches up and tugs a little at the severed head tendril, making himself wince again. "Gawd, that hurts," he mumbles.
"The whole story? Uh. Well. I ended up in the custody of a baby that possesses half of my genes. That's about it, really. Is there anymore coffee in that mug next to you, amigo?" That last part is directed to Ramon, who just narrows his eyes at the spanish familiarity.
The look she shoots at Ramon is a bit of smug 'see, I TOLD you it was his kid.' Then she glares back at Sloth, careful to keep her voice down and mellow. She doesn't want to wake up the babies.
"Uh huh. And what about the person who donated the other half of its genes? Its mother? Where is SHE in all of this? And why did you call me to help? Come on, Sloth, keep talking."
She has to know. She HAS to know, so that way she can adopt this little green bundle here in her arms.
"She fell off a cliff and died on impact." He says this with such a casual air as he picks up the mug in question, examines it, and takes a sip from the cold contents. He's one of those mutants that's okay with cold coffee. And that whole passive tone probably leaves the truth of the mother's demise up to debate.
"I dunno. And she'll be out of everyone's hair at least for another year or so, so whatever. She's busy with other shit than having to worry about discarded babies."
He's still waking up. Sloth's really slow at these kind of things. His shirtlessness is really bugging Ramon too. Decency, you big, green buffoon!
And, again, Hips' fine attention to detail and the way things are phrased pops up.
"Discarded. She abandoned him?"
This makes her see red. It's a good thing she's got these two to worry about, otherwise she might be doing something foolish, like hunting down whoever this 'mother' is and beating her nine different kinds of black and blue.
"This one was defective and she didn't bother to buy a warranty. So she just dropped him in a second-hand shop and came back to the manufacturers for a replacement."
He phrases everything so delicately. He also takes this lull to polish off what's left of the cold coffee and gets up to refill his mug.
Okay, he's lost her. But it doesn't matter. As near as she can see, the baby isn't defective, so perhaps this is all just part of the whole 'Sloth is a choad and lying his lips off' thing. She'll get the full story out of him later, when he's not as exhausted.
"So now what do you want to do? Seriously, Frank. How do Ramon and I enter into this?"
"Look, I'm still waking up. I haven't properly slept in a week, so I've still got a ton of hours to catch up on before I feel like one of the living again. So at least let me get some more caffeine in me, or let me go back to sleep for a bit, and then I'll properly play 20 Questions with you, okay?"
He doesn't sound annoyed, just as tired as he says he is. Sloth's soon standing up, stretching and popping his back with a groan, then shuffling over to the coffee pot to refill his mug.
She glances at Ramon, and tells him what she's going to say before she says it. "Fine. In the meantime, then, we're going home. I'll take care of the baby until you're feeling more...human. Sound good?"
"Yeah, whatever. Sounds good to me." The slump in his shoulders suggests he might skip the extra coffee and just stumble off to bed one more time, now that he knows he doesn't have to immediately put up with guests.
There's a little green slug baby wearing a t-shirt with a kitten on it. Sammy's has a duckie. And Hips' shirt is firmly pulled back into place again.
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Ramon, meanwhile, sneers and pouts at being ignored. What a jerk.
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{Just forget it, lover. He's always a jerk.}
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"How long was I out?"
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Awww.
"Ten hours, maybe. Now what the smeg happened? I want the whole story, Sloth. That's what you give me for helping you. Spill it."
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"The whole story? Uh. Well. I ended up in the custody of a baby that possesses half of my genes. That's about it, really. Is there anymore coffee in that mug next to you, amigo?" That last part is directed to Ramon, who just narrows his eyes at the spanish familiarity.
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"Uh huh. And what about the person who donated the other half of its genes? Its mother? Where is SHE in all of this? And why did you call me to help? Come on, Sloth, keep talking."
She has to know. She HAS to know, so that way she can adopt this little green bundle here in her arms.
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"Fine, don't tell me. But I need to know if she's gonna come looking for the kid. You do want me to adopt it, don't you?"
There. It's out in the open. Now let's see which way the cookie crumbles. Her shoulders are tense as she waits for his verdict.
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He's still waking up. Sloth's really slow at these kind of things. His shirtlessness is really bugging Ramon too. Decency, you big, green buffoon!
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"Discarded. She abandoned him?"
This makes her see red. It's a good thing she's got these two to worry about, otherwise she might be doing something foolish, like hunting down whoever this 'mother' is and beating her nine different kinds of black and blue.
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"This one was defective and she didn't bother to buy a warranty. So she just dropped him in a second-hand shop and came back to the manufacturers for a replacement."
He phrases everything so delicately. He also takes this lull to polish off what's left of the cold coffee and gets up to refill his mug.
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"So now what do you want to do? Seriously, Frank. How do Ramon and I enter into this?"
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He doesn't sound annoyed, just as tired as he says he is. Sloth's soon standing up, stretching and popping his back with a groan, then shuffling over to the coffee pot to refill his mug.
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