MHA #9, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara hated this time of year. Hated it. And not just because of the fucking pollen.

So she was curled up under the covers in a grumpy, broody ball of annoyance, intent on ignoring everything and everyone.

[open to any who have a reason to be there]

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[failedasavingroll]

Which was fine because Richard started speccing in rogue skills and could pick a lock.

And was currently helping herself to whatever food was available. Like any child used to the random whims of this terrible island.

[wrongkindofsith]

Richard's behaviour wasn't all that different from Surreal's when she visited.

Which was one of the reasons Cara very maturely responded to the noise by covering her head with her pillow.

[failedasavingroll]

"Are you alone in there because I don't want to see things," Richard called from just outside Cara's bedroom. And she never had to worry about that with dad.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara wasn't actually sure.

...

Cara crossed over to the door, and boy was Richard lucky she actually wore clothing to bed when these weekends were due. "You're not Lily."

They weren't supposed to get younger, were they?

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal, being the loving, caring girlfriend she was, had let herself in the window last night as a surprise.

Unlike Cara, however, Surreal did not wear clothing to bed on this weekends, because any child had seen breasts by the time they could talk. Tits were tits.

"Cara, who is it?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had learnt the hard way that the children who showed up mightn't have such a pragmatic viewpoint.

"I don't know, but she has your manners."

[failedasavingroll]

First things first here...

"Who's Lily?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Someone who'd show up when she got hungry enough.

"Definitely not Lily." Nice non-answer there, Cara.

[failedasavingroll]

"I'm gonna take money to get Starbucks now," Richard announced. Helpfully. Like a kid totally done with this bullshit.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Well, she sounds like she's yours," Cara said in Surreal's direction.

Cara, no.

[harpy_daughter]

"No she's not, Starbucks is terrible," Surreal said, finally slipping out of bed and snagging her dress off the floor to pull over her head before heading over to Cara. "I drink real coffee."

...she'd drink Starbucks. But only in an emergency and it was generally something with ridiculous amounts of chocolate.

[wrongkindofsith]

Sorry, Richard, Cara was going to enjoy the view rather than pay attention to you. "I meant the part were she announced she was helping herself."

Cara, be fair, Surreal didn't 'announce' she was taking things, there was no sport in that.

[failedasavingroll]

She learned that from her other sort of aunt. It was more dramatic that way, you see.

Richard sighed when that also proved to be a bust in getting that sweet, sweet attention. "Where's dad live?"

[wrongkindofsith]

If you listened real carefully, you could almost hear the record scratch. "...dad?"

There were no dads in the picture here.

[harpy_daughter]

Surreal, stop laughing hysterically at your poor girlfriend. It's not nice.

[failedasavingroll]

"Uh huh," Richard said, just dragging that word on out.

[wrongkindofsith]

In the interests of fairness, it should be pointed out that up until now, all of the children Cara had had turn up had people she'd actually had sex with as their other parent.

"...are you Richard's?" Keep clutching at those straws, Cara.

[harpy_daughter]

"Sugar, Richard's child would never just take Starbucks money, no matter how bad of an influence we were," Surreal said, looking down at Richard. Little Richard. Whatever.

"Come on in, then, and we'll find you something to eat. Or money for coffee."

Surreal, children weren't supposed to have... nevermind.

[failedasavingroll]

Richard beamed at that because oh god, the Magnus influence. "Great! My name's Richard, does that count?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"Spirits." Cara had a very bad feeling about this.