†003 - Childcare

[bucuresti]

[Mihail has never really had much of a chance to practice his fathering skills (do suburbs even count?) so this is definitely something else. Perhaps it wouldn't be half as odd if the child he got from HQ wasn't also Norilsk's child. That isn't to say that it's a bad thing, seeing as how the newly-christened Nadezhda is not only adorable but very well-behaved. Mihail's definitely taken a shine to her.

It's just... Well, it's awkward, seeing as how her parents can easily be submerged into a very vicious cycle in their relationship, so this is certainly a questionable situation.

All backstory aside, they've decided to relocate to Mihail's room with Nadezhda for the time being, though Mihail's really stuck as to how to take care of her when he has absolutely nothing in his room that a baby could use. Fun times in parenthood, indeed.]

Comments

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. One of the crazy things this building does, I'm afraid. I believe it's happened to almost everyone that lives here.

(one of two)

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

Perfect....I just remembered that I hate children.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He chuckles lightly, tapping his foot.}

Well only when they aren't annoying and talking. So babies are fine~

Aren't you going to let me in, the hall is a bit nippy.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Of course, how rude of me, Luca. Come in.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{Insane, who's insane? Transylvania is perfectly fine...by his standards anyway. He skips into the room, humming to himself}

Is it a boy or girl, can I hold it, did you feed it yet? can I tell it horror stories?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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It's a girl, her name is Nadezhda, no we haven't fed her yet, and no, she's too young for horror stories.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

You are going to deprive her of such a thing?
You are no fun, Mihail. { B( }

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I never said I was depriving her, Luca. She's just too young right now. []

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

You're never to young, but I can't say anything else, she is your child.
So let me see the little angel; does she take after you?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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I'm not sure what she takes from me and what she doesn't. All I can see are the eyes.

1/?

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He stares at the kid, he's a little of Mihail in her.}

2/?

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{She a darling sweet face just look at those cheeks. He'll give 'em a slight pinch.}

3/?

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{Now he's wondering just who's kid is this. We'll the other half of the dou. Oh well, doesn't hurt to ask.}

4/4

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

Can't have a baby with just one person; who's the darling angel's Mama?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

Norilsk, Russia. We're...very close.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{his eyebrow jumps a bit. A Russian? A Russian, ignore his hyperventilating right now. Ignore that he's being a drama queen, period. B| }

H-he didn't r-rape you, did he?

omg, ten minute computer lag. that was the worst ;;

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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No! When I say we're close, I mean it! He's a very good friend of mine!

Awww ;3; /kicks ur computer? feeds it sweets?

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He goes into his adjusting his tie fits. The look on his face just speaks for itself. no need for words, just hold your tongue Luca.}

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I know that is not what you wanted to hear. But honestly, he's a good person. He's not like the rest of them.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{Clearing his throat, he regains himself quickly.}

I don't care really, you're the capital and if you say these things about him... {He pauses quickly, hating himself for saying what's about to come out his mouth.} Then I have no choice but to b-believe you.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

A-ah, you don't have to believe it, Luca.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

And why not, dearest Mihail?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Because I'm not mother, so you don't have to think how I think or do what I do.

[csikisor.livejournal.com]

{He smiles sweetly while placing the basket of sweets on a side table.}

Whatever you say, Mihail.