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[elflordmcgee]

Twins. Tim wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with twins when Abby was somewhere other than where he was. Where they were. Well, he'd done this before. Sort of. When his sister had been a kid. Of course, he'd been a lot younger and it had mostly been his mom dealing his sister, but he'd thought he'd remembered a little from when he was...

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[psych_out]

"That's not paint," Shawn protested once he'd happened upon the scene playing host to two girls, a dude and a laptop that was not long for this world if the miniature people got their potentially sticky mits on it. Kids were always sticky, it was some law of the universe. At least Shawn thought so.

Dermot was at his heels, the kinkajou-turned-lynx lacked a certain bounce in his usually perky step on account of the hideous baby lynx sized booties on his paws. He wasn't too happy, but they did help with the claws. Function before fashion.

"Their hands and faces and the better part of the room aren't all covered in brown tinted sludge that used to be individual colors of the rainbow." Therefore, it wasn't paint. It was a computer program that took all the fun out of the real thing and stole the name for its evil endeavors.

[elflordmcgee]

"Except that I don't have any paint to give them," Tim pointed out. "And I don't know where to get any. I'm only watching them a little while. Abs should be back at some point. Maybe. Hopefully. I'm not exactly good with little children." The eight and up range, yes, but not the younger ones. "But Abby's off somewhere in the lab and I have no idea where there dad's gotten to."

And so he was the designated babysitter.

"I'm Tim, by the way. Tim McGee. I'd, ahh, offer my hand, but they're kind of occupied reining in the munchkins."

[psych_out]

"You can achieve the same effect with chocolate pudding. Creative and yummy," Shawn offered in what he thought was a helpful manner. People could move paint supplies around, but pudding usually lived in the same place all the time. "Or banana! Wrong color, but delicious nonetheless. And they aren't screaming bloody murder, so you're doing something right. I think they let you know when you're doing a bad job and should never, ever consider procreating." Not that he was an expert.

"Shawn Spencer. I'll take a rain check on the handshake." He had direct contact with the munchkins; he was probably sticky now, too.

[elflordmcgee]

"Creative and yummy and extremely messy. I thought the eight to ten year olds were bad." Tim realized after a second that Shawn didn't know what he was talking about. "I used to be the leader for this Scout group back home in DC. So I was always dealing with the kids and I thought that the eight year old boys were bad enough. I guess that's just because I didn't really remember what my sister was like at this age."

And really, the kids weren't necessarily bad, but it was harder to stay on top of them.