Adventures in Babysitting (c)

[Kathryn]

((Ones with pictures are really rare! My sister found one at a used bookstore - but there were only, like, three pictures. And they were just of the dude shirtless and riding a horse or catching a fish with his bare hand.))

[Script]

"Babies are kind of like...dogs. They can smell fear." She gave him a mock-stern look. "Be brave, Sebastian. Man up." She brushed her fingers over Sean's forehead, making him gurgle, then fed him the bottle, holding it while Goblin held onto Sean.

[Script]

((Ooh, bare-chested fishing. Sexy. ))

[Goblin]

He arched an eyebrow. "And what's he gonna do when he senses my fear? Drool all over me?" But he adjusted his grip on the baby and even managed a smile as he sucked on the bottle. "Hey, this isn't so bad. Though I guess I shouldn't say anything before we get to the diaper part."

((Gonna go get some writing done! Be back later!))

[Script]

((Byee!))

She laughed, smiling at him. "You know...you're kinda cute when you're acting all domestic." She leaned over to kiss his cheek.

[Goblin]

"And not the rest of the time?" he said, pretending to be offended. He smiled at Sean, who looked back at him suspiciously, then poked him in the arm. "At least he's not crying. I can't be doing that bad."

[Script]

As if on cue, Sean's face scrunched up and he let out a wail, fists balled up and shaking. Script lept into action, taking the baby from him and pacing, rocking him. "Whoa there, kiddo, relax."

[Goblin]

"See! He doesn't like me," Goblin announced, having suspected it all along. Yes, his suspicious nature did in fact extend to babies. "Too bad Wraith's not here...she's actually good with them."

[Script]

"It's fine, Sebastian. He's just sleepy. It's naptime, I think." She moved around the room, humming to Sean, letting him suck on her knuckle as he drifted off. When he was asleep, she laid him in the middle of one of the beds, surrounding him in pillows so he couldn't roll off. "There. See. Easy peasy."

[Goblin]

"How do you do these things?" he wondered, a little awe-struck. He could climb walls, read people's body language, and make elaborate plans that more-or-less worked--while getting him and everyone else involved into a ridiculous amount of trouble--but he could not make decent brownies or convince a baby to sleep.

[Script]

She lifted a shoulder, moving over to him, sitting beside him as they watched Sean sleep in the bed opposite. "I dunno. Maybe it's 'cause I'm a girl. It's instinct, or something." She tilted her head, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

[Goblin]

"Tell that to my sister. She's been burning stuff for a week," he laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist. Little pinpricks of panic still shot through him when she touched him, but he was getting very good at ignoring them. Only with her, though. "Are you nervous? About the plan?" he asked her softly.

((Maybe I should message you her and Goblin's part in it, since this takes place after the basement thread?))

[Script]

((Yes! I'm dying! Gimme!))

[Script]

((Holy. CRAP. That plan sounds uh-maaaazing!!))

She bit her lip, taking hold of his hand as he leaned into him. "Which part? The part where we have to get ourselves arrested, the part where we have to take down an entire cartel, or the part where we have to get ourselves out again, and hope it's in one piece?" She sighed, tilting her face up at him. "Of course I'm nervous. But I'm all in."

[Goblin]

((Ershey and Sapphy helped come up with it! I just hope it turns out as crazy and awesome as it sounds.))

He sighed deeply. "I'm a terrible person for letting you do this." While he'd always loved coming up with schemes, he found that lately, he hated carrying them out. There were too many real people involved, people he cared about. His sister had a kind of spooky ability to detach herself from all that, but he couldn't. It made him feel sick.