Room 302, Sunday Morning

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had a kid this weekend, and the kid was weird. For one thing, she wouldn't take off this stupid baseball cap -- which was extra-weird for a kid who came from a planet without baseball. She'd even fallen asleep with one hand holding it tight to her head so it wouldn't come off

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had spent at least half of yesterday entertaining two kids - though Janie had turned out to be a remarkable kid-wrangler all by herself - and one for the rest of the day, all the while avoiding Ada.

Now the kid was asleep back in his room, and he was still avoiding Ada.

He made a calculated guess as to where the least WTFery would be taking place, settled on Alana's, and got the hell out of dodge. Just for half an hour or so, then he'd be heading back; he was good at improvising his way through this shit, but he had limits.

Which was a long and roundabout way of saying he was at Alana's door now, knocking.

[tooty_stinkfoot]

"I'll get it!" a small-girl voice said from behind the door, and -- before anyone could have answered -- the door was open, and Dante was looking down at a six-year-old with dark shoulder-length hair, a baseball cap, and a set of black wings poking over her shoulders.

"Hi," she said. "Who're you?"

Alana gave an apologetic shrug but stayed quiet. (She also crossed Dante off a mental list of possible fathers -- not that he'd been very high on it to start with.)

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante blinked owlishly twice - his reaction time on the kids was speeding up - before shrugging lightly and grinning. "I'm Dante," he said. "And you are...?"

[tooty_stinkfoot]

"Hazel," Hazel said. "This is my mom's room. Do you know my mom?"

"It's okay, Haze," Alana supplied, coming off the bed and going to rest a hand on Hazel's shoulder. "Dante's a friend."