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Who: Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka, Persephone
When: July 18th, during event.
Where: Random drone house.
Warnings: Can't really think of anything? Maybe some cursing.
What: Persephone's first real babysitting job is a bust and she calls on Mori for help.
It hadn't taken too long for Persephone to be called upon to fulfill her babysitting duties since finding out what that even was. Great. The goddess had been less than thrilled, especially during the current food crisis, so it was cranky and on edge that she had gone to the drone house to watch the children.
They were little hell beasts, both of them. The children -- a little girl named Susie and a little boy named Tommy -- were energetic, oblivious to what was going on in Mayfield and would. Not. Shut. Up. They were driving the poor goddess up the freaking wall, trying to get her to play jump rope, have a tea party, cops and robbers, hide and seek (which so far had been the worst, Susie having hidden herself away in a closet before bursting out and scaring the living daylights out of Persephone), whatever else they could think of. If they asked one more thing of her, she was going to kill them both and wash her hands of them.
And, for that very reason, that was why she gave in and decided to call for help after herding both kids out into the yard (with much shrieking in the process). The phone was one of the few things that she had figured out (with help, grudgingly) and she went through a mental list of people that she knew: there was Tifa, but it still unsettled her that this woman was supposed to be her mother figure and she would rather not call her. She would not come crying to her fake mom. There was Edward, but then she really would murder someone. That left Mori, the near silent guy that had helped her out the day before. Shit, why not?
Taking a deep breath and after a couple of times, she dialed his number, tapping her foot impatiently at the ringing.
When: July 18th, during event.
Where: Random drone house.
Warnings: Can't really think of anything? Maybe some cursing.
What: Persephone's first real babysitting job is a bust and she calls on Mori for help.
It hadn't taken too long for Persephone to be called upon to fulfill her babysitting duties since finding out what that even was. Great. The goddess had been less than thrilled, especially during the current food crisis, so it was cranky and on edge that she had gone to the drone house to watch the children.
They were little hell beasts, both of them. The children -- a little girl named Susie and a little boy named Tommy -- were energetic, oblivious to what was going on in Mayfield and would. Not. Shut. Up. They were driving the poor goddess up the freaking wall, trying to get her to play jump rope, have a tea party, cops and robbers, hide and seek (which so far had been the worst, Susie having hidden herself away in a closet before bursting out and scaring the living daylights out of Persephone), whatever else they could think of. If they asked one more thing of her, she was going to kill them both and wash her hands of them.
And, for that very reason, that was why she gave in and decided to call for help after herding both kids out into the yard (with much shrieking in the process). The phone was one of the few things that she had figured out (with help, grudgingly) and she went through a mental list of people that she knew: there was Tifa, but it still unsettled her that this woman was supposed to be her mother figure and she would rather not call her. She would not come crying to her fake mom. There was Edward, but then she really would murder someone. That left Mori, the near silent guy that had helped her out the day before. Shit, why not?
Taking a deep breath and after a couple of times, she dialed his number, tapping her foot impatiently at the ringing.