sweet dreams are made of these, who had a mind to disagree?
Who: Kirin, Maya.
Where: Maya's place
When: Uh, the day after this conversation?
Summary: MY PRECIOUS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIES.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No actual babies present in this log. Nataku, stop terrifying Kirin with the thought of parenthood.
Kirin walked down the street with a grin. It felt good to be back in Terra and it was certainly refreshing after months and months in Abyss. He looked around, trying to see if there was anything unusual, but aside a new bakery - shudder - and some close down business, it seemed the same as always. He walked with his arms folded inside his yukata, since even if it was rather cold outside, he hadn't bothered to change into less comfortable clothes. The sandals earned him a look or two, though, but he ignored it in favor of making his way to the shop.
It occurred to him that he probably should have called before arriving, but he'd told Maya he'd come by to pick up his babies, so it was obvious that he was going to come as soon as possible. He just hoped Maya wasn't in the middle of a channeling or something. And then he hoped dearly that his pickles wouldn't come home possessed by some sort of spirit. That'd be unfortunate.
Shivering a bit, more at the thought of spirit-possessed pickles than any real cold, Kirin rang the doorbell.
Where: Maya's place
When: Uh, the day after this conversation?
Summary: MY PRECIOUS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIES.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: No actual babies present in this log. Nataku, stop terrifying Kirin with the thought of parenthood.
Kirin walked down the street with a grin. It felt good to be back in Terra and it was certainly refreshing after months and months in Abyss. He looked around, trying to see if there was anything unusual, but aside a new bakery - shudder - and some close down business, it seemed the same as always. He walked with his arms folded inside his yukata, since even if it was rather cold outside, he hadn't bothered to change into less comfortable clothes. The sandals earned him a look or two, though, but he ignored it in favor of making his way to the shop.
It occurred to him that he probably should have called before arriving, but he'd told Maya he'd come by to pick up his babies, so it was obvious that he was going to come as soon as possible. He just hoped Maya wasn't in the middle of a channeling or something. And then he hoped dearly that his pickles wouldn't come home possessed by some sort of spirit. That'd be unfortunate.
Shivering a bit, more at the thought of spirit-possessed pickles than any real cold, Kirin rang the doorbell.