Room 314 - Early Saturday Morning

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Last night had been...interesting. Chuck had fun, yes, and he didn't regret anything that happened at all, no matter how awkward it felt after. It just gave him a lot to think about. He didn't like that too much. Having stuff to think about was no good. Thinking meant that there wasn't much sleep going on and no sleep meant that Chuck wasn't in the

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"Daaaaaaddy!" There was a muffled knocking. Knocking because she'd been told to knock before coming into Daddy's bedroom, muffled because her hands were full and she was kicking it with her shoe. "Mommy? I made you breakfast!"

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"You gotta be kidding me," Chuck mumbled as he rolled out of bed.

Now, calm down, Chuck. It could be someone else's kid.

Chuck walked over and opened the door, staring down at yet another little kid. And, dammit, this one looked like him too.

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"Hi, Daddy! I made breakfast," she repeated, holding it up. Yes, it was a cake. A very lopsided cake, with jelly and powdered sugar for frosting, and an odd sort of spicy scent to it. "Is Mommy here?" she added, trying to peer around him.

Sometimes she wasn't. Sometimes somebody else was there. That was okay as long as they didn't take her Daddy's cake.

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"Uh, no. No Mommy here," Chuck said, once again relieved to hear the word 'mommy' come out of a kid's mouth. He reached down to take the very messy looking cake. "You want to come in?"

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"Uh-huh!" She bounced and gave him a rather disturbingly cherubic smile. "There's cake!" Because that wasn't obvious. "I put oregano in, just like Mommy does."

Real oregano. She could read the whole spicerack now, but she learned that one first.

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Chuck realized two things just then. One, he wasn't eating that fucking cake. Two, this was clearly Francine's kid.

"That's...that's great," Chuck said, walking over to place the cake on his desk. "I'm sure it's going to be delicious."

Or completely disgusting.

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"Mommy doesn't get it from the spicerack, though," she said, like she was telling him a secret. "She always has it in a little bag."

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"That's because it's not really oregano, stupid!" said a voice coming up from behind Brownie. A little blonde bounced into the room. "My mom says it's grass!"

She was always so nice to her sister.

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"Oh god, it's another one," Chuck groaned. Why was future!him so stupid? Didn't he hear of condoms?

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"Chiiiiiyo!" Brownie called happily. She was kind of immune to people calling her stupid if they were related to her. "Want some cake?"

She got to share the cake, yes.

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Chiyo wrinkled up her nose and shook her head rapidly. "Nooooooo. No. No. No. No."

Someone was familiar with her sister's cooking.

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"Wait. You two know each other?" Chuck asked. But they had different moms. What. The. Hell.

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"Duuuuuh, Daddy." Brownie spent time around both Chiyo's mom and Aunt Katchoo, plus she was his. Some of it wore off. "Have you been smoking the funny cigarettes again?"

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"Ohhhhhh you're not supposed to do that without Mommy," Chiyo said. "She's gonna kick your butt!"

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They knew each other, they knew he smoked pot and the little blonde one just threatened him. It wasn't hard to put two and two together here.

"Okay. Let me get this straight. You are Chiyo and...cake making girl," Chuck said, shaking his head. "And your Mom's are Francine and Temari?"

He half-expected a redheaded kid claiming to be his and Claire's popping out at any moment.

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"I'm BROWNIE!" shouted cake making girl, giggling. This was a fun game, now that she realized it was a game.