When I grow up, will I be pretty?

[firestarry]

WHO: Angelica and Pietro
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: ...idek man
SUMMARY: Seven year old Angelica wakes up next to adult Pietro and STRANGER DANGER ensues. 
FORMAT:  Para to start, whatever Yami wants

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[oncemercurial]

It probably would've been easier if Pietro had woken with a start. Instead however, and rather typically at that, he rolled over, enveloping the space that Angelica should've been occupying in a smothering hug while sluggishly wheezing out the words, "Too early, half an hour more at least."

After all, it was a Saturday. Neither of them had anything essential to do today. Of course, Pietro would argue there was nothing more essential than lazing around in bed with his wife anyway.

After the third or forth poke, and the rather noticeable lack of Angelica waiting to be pulled closer to him, Pietro noticed that something might be off. Blearily, his eyes opened to see a young girl, maybe around Calvin's age staring at him. Her words sunk in with about the same initial comprehension.

"Angelica?"

[firestarry]

Angelica smiled and nodded, sitting up on her knees as she looked the stranger over. Part of her was confused about how she came to be in this man's bedroom, but the need to find her father and a bathroom was much more urgent than all of that. So she just giggled shyly, mostly at the bewildered look on his face, and continued petting the cat.

"Do you know my daddy? Do you know where he went? I have to go potty and I want to go home now please."

[oncemercurial]

Pietro rubbed his eyes, pulling the covers up just a little more to cover his suddenly not okay lack of nightshirt. This was all just a little difficult to process. The girl definitely resembled Angelica, and she didn't seem to have a problem answering to that name. And she'd been sleeping where Angelica was sleeping, so. It seemed likely that for, whatever reason, his wife had suddenly become an eight year old.

Bobbi Morse was going to do a celebratory dance.

"There's a bathroom right off of this room, you're free to use it." Especially considering you decorated it, he thought. "But I don't know where your father is. Do you know where you live, Angie?"

[firestarry]

"Yes, sir. I live in Morristown," Angelica answered, climbing over Pietro and out of bed, waddling across the bedroom until she found the bathroom. Leopold followed her, naturally.

After a few minutes, she reemerged, fidgeting awkwardly, looking especially small and scared. Now that she was able to think more clearly about her situation, she was more frightened by it all. Nervously, she played with the hem of her nightgown and watched Pietro from a safe distance.

"Excuse me, mister, I have somethings to ask you." Her voice was small, but very polite. "How come I am here? How come my daddy isn't here? What's your kitty's name? How come your chest is all cut up?"