A Slice of the Multiverse

The siege has worn the people down. Spirits in the city are low and grey despite the food that was recently brought by that pair of unlikely looking saviors. What could you really expect from some sort of giant metal creature, and a little elf thing with a face pierced by curving bits of jewelery that make civilized people shudder to look at them?

Still, the little one has shown remarkable skill in bullying the city guard into shape, and now she and her metal friend have them standing on the wall, her black hair blowing in the wind as she stamps on the metal one's shoulder and claps. Soon the entire city has stopped and is staring in wonder. The beat swells as the guardsmen join in, fearless and proud, throwing a challenge to the beings who've held them locked within these walls for so many years.

And then Mornbein starts to sing, her voice a carrying roar that soon finds echo from the throats of the massive guardsmen all around her.

Mornbein: *grabs Warren by the head and hugs him hard while he's trying to watch TV*

Shelley: Warren: OFF OFF TELLY TELLY!

Mornbein: *laughing as she kisses him on the head and then gives him a noogie*

Warren: Ah telly! Telly!

Mornbein: *stuffs a pizza pocket in his mouth and goes to look for her sharpie collection that he's hidden*

Sirius: *Yawns and goes on watching TV*

Warren: *Picks Sirius up to nuzzle him while watching telly*

Sirius: *kisses him on the cheek, then opens mouth hopefully for bite of pizza pocket filling*

Warren: *feeds some to him*

Sirius: *smacking happily as he looks toward the TV again*

Mornbein: *writing on the wall*
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Early afternoon sunshine peeked through the curtains and rested on the edge of the big king-sized bed. Mornbein had been watching it move slowly along over the hours till it had found her sleeping husband's toes where he lay sprawled peacefully with a sweet, innocent expression on his face. He'd learned by now not to snore while he slept unless he wanted to eat something wriggling and unpleasant, but his mouth was still just slightly open.

-Fraggin' adorable,- she thought, rubbing her belly, which was also sleeping at the moment after playing most of the night.

Then she slipped off the bed and out of the room to return with an ice cube, which she stuck in Warren's shirt.

Mornbein steered Lobo between the tall buildings, dodging billboards and the occasional pigeon, starling, seagull, or flying cop car. Warren's arms were around her waist and the sun was shining, and the combination made her heart sing.

"I goin' too fast 'er too high, hotstuff?" she yelled over the wind, remembering his yelp when the bike had first taken off. Yay for flying bikes.