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[nightshined]

[ in the Summer Courtyard, Tyki is sitting on her knees on a picnic blanket. She has an infant laid out on a baby blanket in front of her, his little hands between her fingers as she sings a popular French-Canadian nursery song, guiding the child's hands to each mentioned body part. ]

Aloutte, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai...je te

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sob I never know who to tag her with

[notpapa]

Hey, Bird. [Yeah so what if they met when she was dressed as a guy 8|;;; ] Taking care of him for Lavi?

[nightshined]

Is it that hard to believe?

[notpapa]

Sorry, I just can't see the kid making anything, except maybe a sandwich.

[nightshined]

That's why I'll be there, to do all the cooking.

[notpapa]

Got your work cut out for you, that's for sure.

[nightshined]

Ehh, I'm used to it. How hard can it be?

[notpapa]

I dunno, have you seen him after a fight? He eats enough for fifteen people, at least.

[nightshined]

I already live with him. I'm used to that much already, anyway.

...y'don't think it's hereditary, do you?

[notpapa]

That's good.

Unless your kid ends up with a parasite-type Innocence, no.

[nightshined]

[ sigh. ] I'd rather my child end up with no Innocence at all.

[notpapa]

Probably for the best, yeah. [Nevermind the complications it would probably cause her as a Noah while carrying it.]

[nightshined]

I'm not even so keen on having a kid in the middle of a war but...what can you do? [ pays pointed attention to John, the poor dear, who's in that exact position. ]

[notpapa]

I'm sure you'll get through it. Sprout'll make sure of it, if nothing else.

[nightshined]

Mmm.

I worry about him still, though. You know how he is...wants to save the world...

[notpapa]

That's what you're there for, right? Keep him from overloading himself.

[nightshined]

Easier said than done. He doesn't let on how stressed he is, and I can't keep an eye on him every second of every day.