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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[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.