The Roof of the Dorms, Sunday Morning

[raspberryturk]

In the quest to find someplace that was spacious enough for the gaggle of children that happened to be following Reno about, Reno had decided to hit the roof with his own spawn. It was big, there was a view, and at present, it promised to be at least a little quiet

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[isourking]

"Stop following me!" Ron shouted at the blond girl following him to the roof. "I'm not your father."

[paying_anakin]

"You are my father!" the girl shouted back as she stomped around after him. "Now feed me breakfast and take me home to the good daddy!"

[isourking]

"I'm not taking you anywhere," Ron grumbled. "Because you're not my daughter and I did not have another baby with-"

Ron choked on the name and didn't even try to get it out.

"It didn't happen!"

[raspberryturk]

"The good daddy? I ain't even gonna try figurin' out the logistics of that one," Reno smirked. "You been starvin' your kid, Princess, I might gotta kick your ass."

Perhaps it was a sign of goodwill. Or perhaps the child's fit was giving him a headache. Whatever it was, Reno was going to slide a tray of assorted breakfast-like items toward Ron.

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima stood in the doorway to the roof and smirked. It was. Cute. Really.

"Riina, quit playing with your food," she called, wandering over to lean by Reno. "I don't think Reno's scrambled eggs are sentient enough for play-time. That's what your siblings are for."

[raspberryturk]

Reno gave a nod of agreement.

"Though, I gotta admit, she's got a good... shuffle. Thing."

No, he had no idea what he was talking about when it came to dancing.

He looked at Dojima. "How'd we end up with this one?"

[dojima_hime]

"The gods hate us?" she suggested, shrugging. "I mean, in what world of wrong did we sleep together in the first place? No offense."

[raspberryturk]

"No, no, I hear you on that one," Reno snorted and shook his head. "No offense right back, Doji, but I wasn't interested in you before, and now that I know that our DNA combined creates... Uh. That..."

He eyed Riina warily for a moment. Okay, still his daughter. Still sweet, in her own special way. But the dumbapple fell very far from the tree, here.

[not_starcrossed]

Seraphina had not been forgotten, not by far, but Romeo'd assumed she would stay asleep while he went to deal with Kaz.

Silly Romeo.

Awakening, Seraphina followed the group up to the roof, then stood looking at the table of food. She bounced a little in frustration. It smelled so good, but she couldn't quite reach anything.

[raspberryturk]

Okay.

Kid was cute, kid was short, and kid was hungry. Also, kid was Romeo's, which helped in Reno's decision to walk over to the table and grin down at her.

"Want somethin' to eat, squirt? There's plenty to choose from, yo."

[not_starcrossed]

Seraphina smiled, grateful. "Fruit salad?" she asked hopefully. "And wheat toast and eggs."

No, the kid didn't like junk food. It was an unending mystery to her parents.

"ThankyouMisterReno," she added carefully.

[raspberryturk]

D'aww. Kid was all polite and stuff. That just made Reno smile more as he grabbed a paper plate and scooped up some food for her.

"You like fruit salad, huh? What's your favorite kinda fruit?" He grinned as he knelt down to present her with the plate. Small talk with small people was better made while lower to the ground.

[rebelheartalien]

Zandra kept escaping - and yes, Michael had discovered, she had inherited his powers and knew how to use some of them.

He brought her to the roof, eventually, hoping the noise up there meant something that would keep her entertained.

[raspberryturk]

Heeeey. More kids.

Reno nodded a hello to the newcomers to the roof, grinning faintly.

"If either of you ain't had breakfast yet, there's. Uh." He looked at the impressive spread of pretty much anything edible that he could grab. "There's food, yo."

[rebelheartalien]

"You're a lifesaver", Michael said gratefully. "She's hungry. And still has enough energy to bounce on the bed."

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah, I'm a hero, or whatever." Reno smirked and motioned to the table. "Help yourselves. I'm not really hurtin' for food today."

He grinned at the kid. Cute. "Most of mine are spitfires, too," he said. "Might just be their age."

[flowering_rebel]

Inoue was totally going to go and see if she could find Uncle Cable-san later, but for now the roof seemed like a fun thing to look at. And, hey, food!

"Hi!" she chirped.

[weetinyturk]

Rede blinked up from the spread of food on the table at what appeared to be yet-another-chirpy-girl.

For a kid who had never seen a chirpy girl in his life, he was certainly getting his fill of them this weekend. In somewhat the same way that his pockets were getting their fill of danishes and orange slices.

"...Hi," he ventured. It appeared to be the proper sort of greeting, didn't it?

[flowering_rebel]

She beamed and not-quite-bounced her way over to him. "How're you?" Inoue chirped, studying the food. "And is this for sharing?"

Guess which question was more important.

[weetinyturk]

"I think it's for sharing," he replied, inching toward the table just a half-step. He wasn't at all scared of girls or anything. At all. Honest. Because he was a Turk, and Turks weren't scared of anything.

"... Everyone keeps eating it."

Which meant, yes, it was most certainly for sharing.