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randomplaces2009-03-16 04:56 pm
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2009-03-16 04:56 pm
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Nottabeater 'verse. Classroom. Growing pains.
Columbia: *busy working on advanced physics equations, her optics intent on her screen*
Twins: *wrangling quietly as they do their lesson*
Waltz: *tapping her finger against her mouth, one hand on her chest as she contemplates the problem Ratchet gave her to solve*
Honey: *clinging to Ratchet's back and going :/*
Scatcat: *snoozing with his optics switched on*
Rap: *holding Kriti in the crook of one arm as he works on a strategy exercise*
Kriti: *unhappy wiggling, doesn't want to sit still*
Rap: *softly* Shhh, lil' bitty. You wanna watch Bob 'n Larry?
Kriti: *head shake, trying to get down now, plz*
Rap: *pauses his screen and puts a hand on her* What's wrong, lil' sissy?
Ratchet: Do you need to take her out?
Rap: Yeah, I better. She's gittin' restless.
Waltz: *look of gentle concern*
Honey: bbbbbbb! :/
Kriti: *whines, more wiggling, wants down NOW, attempts to bite Rap's hand*
Rap: *frowns and gets up, then walks out of the classroom and hunkers down to set Kriti on the floor in the hallway* What's eatin' ya, baby girl?
Kriti: :/ *discontent clicking and whining, wiggles and scoots so she's a little farther away from Rap, is seeking cozy nook to curl up in for a little bit*
Rap: *follows, still hunkered* Hey.... Where ya goin'?
Kriti: *moves so she's now crawling, making discontent sounds as she fails to find a suitable hidey-hole*
Rap: *softly, as he puts out his hands to pick her up again* Heyyyy. C'mon, baby girl, what's wrong? You wanna Sunrise? Huh? Candy?
Kriti: *Whines, more wiggling, spots what might be suitable hidey-hole, wants to check out hidey-hole!*
Rap: *scoops her up and stands and heads for the elevator* C'mon. Let's go hit the rec room.
Kriti: *Flaily wiggles, discontent noises raise a notch in volume and pitch, another biting attempt is a go* No!
Rap: Hey hey hey! *gives her a gentle tap on the skidplate with a finger as he steps into the elevator and tells it what floor he wants* None 'o that. Or I'll go find Daddy.
Kriti: *doesn't care, wants down, wants a nice, dark hidey-hole, one more escape attempt!* >/
Kriti: *attempts to bite Rap's hand again*
Rap: *asdfghjkl! Has a squirmy, bitey sparklet and wishes his mama were here to help him figure out what's wrong. Nearly runs into another sixteen foot tall femme as he comes out of the elevator* Hormah! Baby am I glad to see you! Can you figure out what's wrong with lil' bitty?
Hormah: *looks down at the little femme and holds out her hand to her as she listens carefully for what the sparklet's feeling*
Kriti: *Whines, trying to get down again, doesn't feel safe out in the hallway, wanting nice, dark hidey-hole even more now*
Hormah: *nods silently and takes the little one, then holds her close and emotes some of Primus' peace and understanding to her* Aye, I knows what she's after wantin', b'y. Come wit' me.
Rap: *relieved sigh, follows to the rec room*
Kriti: *Settles down a bit, still fussy, but not as bad as earlier*
Hormah: *straight to the smallest couch, and gets Rap to help her build a cushion fort on one end of it, then tucks Kriti inside before sitting next to it.*
Rap: *looks at the fort, then at Hormah, sensing that something's going on here and waiting for an idea of what he should do*
Hormah: *pats the couch beside her* Siddown, ye stunned aft.
Rap: *quirks a grin and does so, the grin widening as Hormah snuggles against him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. And then both of them look back at the fort*
Kriti: *Happy noises, happeh bitlet, at least for a few moments, before soft whining and panting begin, not so happeh now!*
Rap: *worried!* I better call Uncle Ratch.
Hormah: Nah, b'y. She's fine. *watching the fort and communing quietly as she once more shares Primus' peace and encouragement with Kriti*
Kriti: *more whining, sounds of something shifting, cushions move a bit until one slides off of Kriti, earning a noise of fright as part of her arm is exposed. Said part of arm is longer than before, and shows a bit more definition in plating and structure*
Hormah: *puts cushion back*
Rap: 8O
Kriti: *longer fingers than before squish the side of one of the cushions down, and two light purple optics regard Hormah and Rap for a moment, before the fingers and optics retreat, and more soft panting can be heard. After a few more moments of this, accompanied by the shifting sounds, and then Kriti's peeking out, faceplates a bit longer, and more mature than before*
Hormah: *smiles and asks gently* Ye done now, b'y?
Rap: *continues to boggle*
Kriti: Think so... Dunno... *Yawns, squeaks as cushion baps her on the head. *rubbing at her optics a bit, sleepy noises now as she makes her way out of the cushion fort, and over to Rap and Hormah so she can snuggle*
Rap and Hormah: *snug the little bit and settle down to sit and cuddle her as she sleeps*
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dens_extra_pups))
Twins: *wrangling quietly as they do their lesson*
Waltz: *tapping her finger against her mouth, one hand on her chest as she contemplates the problem Ratchet gave her to solve*
Honey: *clinging to Ratchet's back and going :/*
Scatcat: *snoozing with his optics switched on*
Rap: *holding Kriti in the crook of one arm as he works on a strategy exercise*
Kriti: *unhappy wiggling, doesn't want to sit still*
Rap: *softly* Shhh, lil' bitty. You wanna watch Bob 'n Larry?
Kriti: *head shake, trying to get down now, plz*
Rap: *pauses his screen and puts a hand on her* What's wrong, lil' sissy?
Ratchet: Do you need to take her out?
Rap: Yeah, I better. She's gittin' restless.
Waltz: *look of gentle concern*
Honey: bbbbbbb! :/
Kriti: *whines, more wiggling, wants down NOW, attempts to bite Rap's hand*
Rap: *frowns and gets up, then walks out of the classroom and hunkers down to set Kriti on the floor in the hallway* What's eatin' ya, baby girl?
Kriti: :/ *discontent clicking and whining, wiggles and scoots so she's a little farther away from Rap, is seeking cozy nook to curl up in for a little bit*
Rap: *follows, still hunkered* Hey.... Where ya goin'?
Kriti: *moves so she's now crawling, making discontent sounds as she fails to find a suitable hidey-hole*
Rap: *softly, as he puts out his hands to pick her up again* Heyyyy. C'mon, baby girl, what's wrong? You wanna Sunrise? Huh? Candy?
Kriti: *Whines, more wiggling, spots what might be suitable hidey-hole, wants to check out hidey-hole!*
Rap: *scoops her up and stands and heads for the elevator* C'mon. Let's go hit the rec room.
Kriti: *Flaily wiggles, discontent noises raise a notch in volume and pitch, another biting attempt is a go* No!
Rap: Hey hey hey! *gives her a gentle tap on the skidplate with a finger as he steps into the elevator and tells it what floor he wants* None 'o that. Or I'll go find Daddy.
Kriti: *doesn't care, wants down, wants a nice, dark hidey-hole, one more escape attempt!* >/
Kriti: *attempts to bite Rap's hand again*
Rap: *asdfghjkl! Has a squirmy, bitey sparklet and wishes his mama were here to help him figure out what's wrong. Nearly runs into another sixteen foot tall femme as he comes out of the elevator* Hormah! Baby am I glad to see you! Can you figure out what's wrong with lil' bitty?
Hormah: *looks down at the little femme and holds out her hand to her as she listens carefully for what the sparklet's feeling*
Kriti: *Whines, trying to get down again, doesn't feel safe out in the hallway, wanting nice, dark hidey-hole even more now*
Hormah: *nods silently and takes the little one, then holds her close and emotes some of Primus' peace and understanding to her* Aye, I knows what she's after wantin', b'y. Come wit' me.
Rap: *relieved sigh, follows to the rec room*
Kriti: *Settles down a bit, still fussy, but not as bad as earlier*
Hormah: *straight to the smallest couch, and gets Rap to help her build a cushion fort on one end of it, then tucks Kriti inside before sitting next to it.*
Rap: *looks at the fort, then at Hormah, sensing that something's going on here and waiting for an idea of what he should do*
Hormah: *pats the couch beside her* Siddown, ye stunned aft.
Rap: *quirks a grin and does so, the grin widening as Hormah snuggles against him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. And then both of them look back at the fort*
Kriti: *Happy noises, happeh bitlet, at least for a few moments, before soft whining and panting begin, not so happeh now!*
Rap: *worried!* I better call Uncle Ratch.
Hormah: Nah, b'y. She's fine. *watching the fort and communing quietly as she once more shares Primus' peace and encouragement with Kriti*
Kriti: *more whining, sounds of something shifting, cushions move a bit until one slides off of Kriti, earning a noise of fright as part of her arm is exposed. Said part of arm is longer than before, and shows a bit more definition in plating and structure*
Hormah: *puts cushion back*
Rap: 8O
Kriti: *longer fingers than before squish the side of one of the cushions down, and two light purple optics regard Hormah and Rap for a moment, before the fingers and optics retreat, and more soft panting can be heard. After a few more moments of this, accompanied by the shifting sounds, and then Kriti's peeking out, faceplates a bit longer, and more mature than before*
Hormah: *smiles and asks gently* Ye done now, b'y?
Rap: *continues to boggle*
Kriti: Think so... Dunno... *Yawns, squeaks as cushion baps her on the head. *rubbing at her optics a bit, sleepy noises now as she makes her way out of the cushion fort, and over to Rap and Hormah so she can snuggle*
Rap and Hormah: *snug the little bit and settle down to sit and cuddle her as she sleeps*
((co-written with
dens_extra_pups))