{Semi-Closed} She says she's babysitting tonight
WHO: The Sutcliff household (Grell {chainsaw_juliet }, Nozomu {despairiminit } and maybe Fuura too?}, Death {silverankh } and any kidlets who need babysitting, some caek and a nap
WHAT: Death Daycare, do you has it?
WHERE: Sutcliff Townhouse
WHEN: Day 227;Afternoon.
*~*~*
Would anyone ever truly understand his desire to have children? Probably not. No one but the Madam had understood his craving to not only raise a child, but to bear one as well. Alas for the both of them, it would never happen. Ah well. Grell would settle for the next best thing, and that was being a parent to a child not of his own blood. His daughter here was of upper schooling age, and everything joyful lay in her eyes.
When the opportunity presented itself, Grell had snatched it quickly; the chance to babysit some of the 'temporary children' of Rivelata. People who had fallen prey to some little crafty spell or other, confined to a child's body with memories only of the corresponding age. It was all too endearing for the redhead and without even considering what Nozomu would think, he eagerly volunteered his home and help.
The Lounge Room had a low fire burning to warm the room now transformed into a nap area for children. Fluffy blankets were spread on the floor, with thicker blankets atop. Quilted pillows and tufted pillows to rest their sweet heads on, textured so the children could marvel at the differing surfaces.
The Dining Room had been set with a lovely afternoon meal along with two kinds of cake, one with strawberries and one with chocolate. Glass bottles of cold milk sat ready to be poured.
The Sitting Room was the 'play area', childproofed so there would be minimal damage to the house if the children became too messy. All breakables were removed, and in their place were cups of crayons, pencils and stacks of paper. Wooden toys for the adventurous children and a doll's house for the daintier kind.
Grell smiled as he watched the three children, belonging to a neighbor, already playing quietly after their mother had dropped them off into his care. He preened his neat suit, hoping it would come across as a symbol he was a well-behaved and professional adult. He giggled in excitement. This afternoon would certainly be an interesting one!
WHAT: Death Daycare, do you has it?
WHERE: Sutcliff Townhouse
WHEN: Day 227;Afternoon.
*~*~*
Would anyone ever truly understand his desire to have children? Probably not. No one but the Madam had understood his craving to not only raise a child, but to bear one as well. Alas for the both of them, it would never happen. Ah well. Grell would settle for the next best thing, and that was being a parent to a child not of his own blood. His daughter here was of upper schooling age, and everything joyful lay in her eyes.
When the opportunity presented itself, Grell had snatched it quickly; the chance to babysit some of the 'temporary children' of Rivelata. People who had fallen prey to some little crafty spell or other, confined to a child's body with memories only of the corresponding age. It was all too endearing for the redhead and without even considering what Nozomu would think, he eagerly volunteered his home and help.
The Lounge Room had a low fire burning to warm the room now transformed into a nap area for children. Fluffy blankets were spread on the floor, with thicker blankets atop. Quilted pillows and tufted pillows to rest their sweet heads on, textured so the children could marvel at the differing surfaces.
The Dining Room had been set with a lovely afternoon meal along with two kinds of cake, one with strawberries and one with chocolate. Glass bottles of cold milk sat ready to be poured.
The Sitting Room was the 'play area', childproofed so there would be minimal damage to the house if the children became too messy. All breakables were removed, and in their place were cups of crayons, pencils and stacks of paper. Wooden toys for the adventurous children and a doll's house for the daintier kind.
Grell smiled as he watched the three children, belonging to a neighbor, already playing quietly after their mother had dropped them off into his care. He preened his neat suit, hoping it would come across as a symbol he was a well-behaved and professional adult. He giggled in excitement. This afternoon would certainly be an interesting one!
