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[terrantrash]

Who: Slaine Troyard (terrantrash) & YOU
What: Slaine's got a new, more domestic job, working at an orphanage. Taking care of kids is a lot harder than he thought, not to mention shopping for diapers is embarrassing.
When: June
Where: Around Olympia, at one of the orphanages.
Warning(s): N/A



PLAYGROUND GAMES

<sub>[It's definitely not a job he ever saw himself fulfilling, but ever since Mikazuki more or less forbade him from returning to the Institute, Slaine's been doing his best to settle into a new, domestic role. The orphanage the martian had suggested he apply to had welcomed him with open arms, desperate for younger workers to help out. It isn't a very big building and it doesn't house too many children, but there's a big enough gated yard outside for them to play in that Slaine can only hope doesn't feel too restrictive. As someone who grew up without playmates his age he finds it hard at first to relate to the wild, fantastical games they want him to play with them. Luckily though for Slaine his imagination helps bridge the gap and once he'd managed to get over his self-consciousness, he'd thrown himself right into their make-believe worlds.

It's funny, how much the kids seem to gravitate toward him. Even the more quiet, shy residents will go out of their way sometimes to take up a spot beside him if he's got a book ready for storytime. Currently Slaine's out in the yard, dressed casually with a half apron tied around his waist. He seems to be running away from a small hoard of little children of various races (some have fangs or pointed ears or horns on display) only to dramatically throw himself up against the metal fencing of the yard. He'd agreed to play 'capture the wyvern' and it's clear from the shouts of the kids that he's clearly their prey.]</sub>

Ah-! Help!

_{[It might seem like he's calling out to whoever's on the street walking by to save him from the rascals but the shout isn't directed really at anyone specific. Not that one couldn't mistake his cry for help as genuine.]}

BABIES R US

<sub>[This is definitely not a shopping trip Slaine ever thought he'd have to embark on. Armed with a list of various items he has to pick up for the youngest members of the orphanage, Slaine's basket is already filled with various baby paraphernalia. There are bibs, diapers and even bottles shoved into his basket, as he stares down a wall of various baby formula mixtures. Who knew infants could be so complicated? How was he supposed to choose the right one?

If he notices you passing by he'll call out to you timidly, gesturing to the formula behind him. Slaine definitely looks too young to be a dad just yet, so he's well aware his little shopping trip is probably raising a few eyebrows.]</sub>

Um...you wouldn't happen to know the difference between these, would you? I'm not really sure which is the best to get...

WILDCARD

_{[Slaine can be found working at the orphanage in Olympia with a smile on his face, either playing with the kids in the yard or reading to them under a tree. It's probably the happiest he's looked in awhile for those that know him. He can also always be caught leaving the place in the evening after his shift is over or out pushing a pram with two interesting looking toddlers strapped inside, one with purple skin and tiny horns, the other pale with pointed ears and silvery hair. Hit me up with whatever and I'll work with it or I can start something as well!]}

Comments

Wildcards

[meinwaifu]

[Mephisto knew of Slaine's departure from the Institute after... something went down, who ever know tbh. But he's been busy with his own matters as of late, and hasn't had quite as much free time to keep an eye on Slaine. But surely after all those months of secrets spying on him and Yona, he'd probably prefer his privacy, right?]

[Well, apparently Mephisto should have been keeping an even closer eye on Slaine-- because that sure is a baby stroller he's pushing. With two children who are very clearly unrelated.]

[Slaine will hear a voice calling from just above his field of vision, where "Faust" stands perched up on top of a lamp-post like it's the most natural thing.]

Oh my! Just how many wives do you have now? And here I thought only Miss Asseylum had your heart!

[terrantrash]

<sub>[It's been awhile since Slaine's seen Mephisto about (to the point he was wondering whether or not the demon was still around) so he's semi surprised to hear the familiar voice call out to him...which immediately sets his cheeks to turn pink and a frown to find it's way on his face as his pushing of the pram comes to a stop.

Why is he like this? Why is he so strange?]</sub>

You know for a fact I'm not married.

_{[He's not going to touch the Asseylum thing. Nope. Not happening.]}

[meinwaifu]

Well, of course not! It wouldn't exactly work as a joke if you were.

[Slaine y u gotta be such a stick in the mud??]

[he disappears with a poof, only to reappear standing beside Slaine -- just out of view of the babies, lest he startle them into crying. It might seem like a rather thoughtful move, but really, he'd just find it annoying.]

Baby sitting for a friend, perhaps?

[terrantrash]

_{[The odd toddlers in question are thankfully fast asleep and don't seem to care about whatever sounds their ears might pick up from their surroundings. It's...hard to figure out how to feel about Mephisto exactly, but enough time's past since everything went down he hasn't any reason to be hostile toward the demon.]}

I work at an orphanage now. It's my turn to take these two out for a walk so...

_{[That's what he's doing.]}

[meinwaifu]

An orphanage, hm? Well, I can't say you ever struck me as the sort to be interested in child rearing... but perhaps a demon isn't the best person to be judging such a thing.

[Since they don't really raise their children, if they ever even both having any. They don't even childhoods, really.]

[But there's nothing particularly mocking when he says it -- since it's just an observation. Even if his general demeanor might make it easy to assume there's some hidden motive behind his words.]

Do you enjoy it?

playground

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi is just returning from some shopping after work when he hears that cry. Strangely - and perhaps illogically - the fact that it's a familiar voice makes him more worried than the fact that it's a cry for help. But then, he came too close to losing people he cared about, a while ago... The last thing he wants is a repeat.

So he runs on over, shopping bags in tow (he's not going to just drop food!) - and finally comes to an abrupt halt as he rounds a corner and sees what's going on.

... Look, either those are surprisingly murderous kids, or...]

Slaine-kun...?

[terrantrash]

Atsushi-?

_{[So much for greetings, for as soon as Slaine gets Atsushi's name out he finds himself being tackled and dogpiled by the kids who had been chasing him earlier. It's not the first time Slaine's found himself being pushed down and stepped on, but at least this time it's done out of playing a game and not him getting his ass beat for stepping out of line.]}

T-Time out, time out!

[gekkajuu]

[Well, this is awkward... It's kind of funny, but Atsushi is still only 99% sure that Slaine doesn't need help, so... can he really take that 1% chance?

Hovering awkwardly with his groceries... Um.......

Fortunately Slaine fixes the situation soon enough, the kids listening to him surprisingly well, even if some of them seem a bit sulky about it. At least that proves that Slaine isn't in trouble, then...]

What's going on?

[terrantrash]

_{[Slaine is surprisingly good at controlling the little pack of kiddos he's been playing with. Standing he dusts himself off, most of the kids deciding to run off and busy themselves, taking the hint that whoever it is that interrupted their game probably wants to chat with Slaine. Only one seems to linger, having latched herself to his leg, a little elven looking girl with silver hair, no older than five. She doesn't seem to have any intention of going anywhere.]}

Ah...I work here now.

Babies!

[nevernoaction]

[Ren is busy getting food for his own meals when he's stopped by the young man. The young man with all of the baby related items.]

How many babies are you planning on feeding?

[He's not well versed with taking care of infants but he is good at trying to determine how much food to make depending on the number of people to be served.]

[terrantrash]

_{[That makes two of them then. Slaine doesn't really know much about taking care of babies beyond the basics, but being tasked to pick up their supplies for those that run the orphanage makes him want to do right by them. After all, it's important to be feeding them something decent if they're to thrive and grow.]}

How many? There are about five who need formula, if I remember correctly...

[nevernoaction]

Do they only eat formula or do they have any solid foods?

[He's normally not that talkative, but questions about food get his attention.]

[terrantrash]

_{[There's a small shake of his head.]}

Just formula. They're not old enough to eat solid foods yet.

babies r us (?????)

[atwo]

[ why is a2 here???

she isn't a mom. she can't be a mom. she won't even think about adopting childing. so why is she in a place like this???

because i said so. she does get curious and wandering around when she has nothing better to do is fun. sometimes. this place is sort of weird though and it's not the place she would take any of her friends too. ]

I don't know what they're even for. [ babies are weird... ]

[terrantrash]

Really?

_{[Well at least he's not that out of the loop. Then again this is A2 (who he's surprised to see, honestly, it's been awhile) and she was an android. Why would an android know anything about human infants?]}

It's a milk substitute for human babies. Until they're a certain age humans can only drink milk, like most mammals.

[atwo]

So they're no different to sheeps? That's interesting...

What are you going to do with them? [ it isn't slaine can have children of his own. can he? that would be odd. ]

[terrantrash]

Well they're a bit different from sheep...

_{[In many, many ways. Sure humans and sheep are both mammals but Slaine can think of a few immediate differences off the top of his head.]}

But when it comes to what their young feed off yes, they're no different.

_{[The question that comes next catches Slaine off guard. What was he going to do with them?]}

The children? Take care of them. I work at an orphanage now so it's my job to make sure their needs are met. I'm not usually the one to buy supplies but the person who's job it is has been off sick lately so the responsibility fell to me.

Babies

[fisherwife]

[Look, babies and small children come to the clinic sometimes too. Sometimes supplies run low, and Mipha'll make a run to the store to pick things up for everyone--it's just easier that way and she enjoys it.

Slaine's doing his best, apparently, and Mipha looks up as she's addressed.]

Hm...? [oh. Poor thing looks Very Lost. It's not like Zora children need milk or formula so Mipha doesn't realy know everything here, but...] Well, I'm not exactly an expert, but... [She trails off, examining the wall of formula.]

Some of these are for babies who can't handle normal formula, and different variations of that. Is there any in particular you're looking for?

[terrantrash]

<sub>[Slaine looks very lost because that's exactly what he is. Overwhelmed by the sheer choice that's provided, he's more than happy to turn toward the gentle voice if it'll provide him some semblance of guidance.

Ah...she certainly looks...different.

Sorry Mipha, Slaine is going to stare for a hot second before shaking himself out of it.]</sub>

I didn't even realize there were so many different types to begin with...as far as I'm aware they don't have any dietary restrictions or issues?

[fisherwife]

[Mipha waits patiently for the shock to pass, her smile encouraging. It's okay!! She's used to this!!

At the explanation, Mipha nods with a thoughtful hum, examining the formula again herself.] If there's nothing wrong, then this brand would work nicely. [It's a bit pricey, but most baby things are, and thankfully it's not nearly as pricey as the specialty formula.]

How much will you need?

[terrantrash]

_{[Thank god this fish lady seems to know what she's talking about...which is even weirder because fish don't drink milk. That's a conundrum to ponder about at a later time though. Whether Zora babies drink milk or not Slaine can find out another day.]}

Enough to feed five infants for at least two weeks.

wildcard.

[pebblestone]

[ The downside of having a chinchilla in the house, Fred is quickly coming to realize, is that they're remarkably small and quick. Small and quick and impossible to catch as he watches it dart through his legs and out through the open front door. ]

Cam, get back here—

[ But of course the chinchilla has no reason to obey mere human whims and continues on its merry way, and Fred is forced to set aside his groceries and make a mad dash down the street, where he just barely manages to see the ball of grey fur scurry up and into some poor young man's baby trolley. ]

Hold—!

[ Hang on, stranger, he needs to wriggle that chinchilla out of the pram. ]

[terrantrash]

<sub>[Considering how weird and wild Slaine's life has been on average, this sudden development really shouldn't be that much of a surprise...

And yet it is. There's a startled gasp as Slaine sees the furry rodent hop into his pram, startling the sleeping toddlers awake and in turn, causing them to fuss and cry. Things are only made worse when a strange, tall, broad man seems to rush into the fray in an attempt to scoop the creature up and away.]</sub>

Wh-? A chinchilla?!

[pebblestone]

[ Now where is that little scoundrel....

Try as he might, he can't seem to make a grab for the chinchilla, especially not when doing so would disrupt the poor babies inside even more. Already the sound of wailing rises up into the air, and Frederick can feel his resignation well up quick inside him. ]

I must apologize most humbly, my housemate's irascible pet made his wily escape as soon as I entered, and he would be most upset were I to lose his pet.

[ Probably. He doesn't actually know how Cam the First feels about Cam Junior.

He peers inside the pram once more and grimaces. ]

But perhaps I should let you fish around inside, I doubt the children will take well to a stranger rummaging about around them.

[terrantrash]

<sub>[No, they definitely won't take to a stranger rummaging about around them, especially when there's a furry invader all up in their space. Sighing as if this is just yet another trial for him to get through, Slaine moves around to the front of the buggy to snatch up the invader. It isn't very hard, surprisingly, and although the round, fluffy creature seems quite wiley and wiggly, once Slaine's got a hold of it it seems to still instinctively. Lifting it out and ignoring the fussing toddlers for now, Slaine holds the chinchilla against his chest - tight enough that it won't squirm away, but loose enough not to panic it.

This isn't his first time handling such a creature, surprisingly, and so he seems to know what to do. What he isn't going to do is hand it back over unless there's something this guy can carry it home in.]</sub>

Do you have something to keep it in?

_{[Even a cardboard box with holes would do.]}