sweet dreams are made of these, who had a mind to disagree?

[picklesplz]

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.

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[picklesplz]

"Hi, Maya," he replied, stepping into the house and cocking his head to the side as he twisted her tone apart in his mind.

Something was off about her, but it was probably just the fact she was angry at him. She would be, wouldn't she? He'd run off after a rumor and hadn't even bothered to say where he was going. He shouldn't have done that. He could have told her... well, not really, she'd have just worried more. 'Hey, Maya, I think I found my brother and I'm gonna go and have an epic duel to the death with him, because he's a bit of an asshole. Sibling rivalry, and all that, you don't mind right?' Yeah, that would have worked marvelously.

Kirin arched an eyebrow as she locked the door that tightly.

"I think so, yeah," he nodded at the door, managing not to frown. "You okay?"

[picklesplz]

"Why, Maya, planning to do--oof."

Kirin bent over as if the air had been knocked out of him, though Maya's punch was hardly even felt. He just knew from experience that people tended to feel better when it seemed their hits actually did some damage, even if they didn't at all. And Maya looked nervous enough.

"Heh, I wouldn't mind if it were pickle flavored," he said jokingly, straightening up and shrugging without throwing the black haori off his shoulders.

He kept his arms folded over his belly, inside the yukata, as the empty sleeves fell listlessly on each side. He didn't look much different from what he'd look like, before, though his hair was getting dangerously long again. He'd have to chop some of it off when he came home.

"Want me to fix the door for you later? As payment for looking after my babies while I was gone."