EMERGENCY DAY CARE is a go | OPEN TO ALL

[uncalled_for]

Date & Time: Jan. 19th – Feb. 1st!
Location: Training Room (Leave your weapons and sharp objects at the door please.)
Characters: EVERYONE // OPEN TO ALL
Summary: DAY CARE! Glitter and glue and arts and crafts and snacks and naps and story time. This is basically a chance for kids to run amok and stay safe and for the unexpected parent to be relieved of such tykes while characters wishing to have some bonding time with little ones run the place. Or attempt to.

Warnings: UM. I certainly hope not.

[Welcome to make-shift Day Care. All equipment one would usually see lying around the training room floor has been scooted off to the side and blocked to prevent children from attempting to climb (although lets be honest nothing is stopping them).

There are tables for crafts and for snacks and some rugs laid out for rolling on. Toy boxes... who knows who set all of this up.

For the older crowd there are at least books to read and maybe some FUTURISTIC nerf guns, bikes, something. Go crazy. Just don’t tread on any toddlers please.

To those willing to give supervising a go, good luck.]

Comments

[pioncoiffe]

[It depends on why they're jumping/what they're jumping onto, okay. As for the rest--]

Good. Every cat needs a home.

[And that goes for lost girls, too.]

[petitfairy]

[Awww, Lelouch, you softie. ♥]

So umm, what about you? Have you made any friends?

[Because she just remembered his earlier question.]

[pioncoiffe]

[No shut up he is not. Also, wow awkward question time, and it catches him off guard enough that he fidgets.]

I... well, you see...

[His gaze flicks heavenward, then he sighs.]

I'm not very good at making friends.

[petitfairy]

... Oh.

[She shifts her gaze downward, looking sad for a moment.]

I-if you want, I could be your friend. It's not nice to be alone.

[pioncoiffe]

... Oh.

[An unconscious echo, and he avoids Sheryl's gaze for a moment, pretending to be watching the other gallivanting children. Asking that easily for something he'd-- he doesn't blame her, of course, but since when had such thing ever come naturally to him? But for a girl like her...

His mouth twists a little, and after glancing once more to the cat, he seems to reach a decision.]

All right. We can be friends.

[It's not like he actually has to mean it.]

[petitfairy]

[Sheryl keeps her gaze down, tugging at the cat's plush hand in a nervous gesture. This is the first time she actively asks someone to be her friend, and she can't help but feel self-conscious. What if he says "no"? What if he doesn't want to? Sure, she made some friends now, but they all came to her first.

Her head shots up at the answer, letting out a surprised gasp, then turns to glance at Lelouch.]

Really?

[A hushed word, and she shifts her gaze over to the cat, blushing a little from embarrassment.]

O-Oh, um, okay! ... Let's be friends from now on. [Her mouth twists into a smile, awkward at that.] You can be friends with Noir, too.

[pioncoiffe]

[He may have missed her fidgeting, but he doesn't miss the surprise in her response. It seems like he'd made the right choice after all, and he smiles just a little as he looks up again, meeting her eyes. Maybe they actually can be friends.]

You're not just saying that?

[There's a distinctly ironic note to the question, just because really, Sheryl, why are you offering to let him be friends with your plush cat what is wrong with you, but he has a feeling it will go right over her hear. Sheryl seems a nice girl, but sort of... well, she's a bit childish. For obvious reasons.]

[petitfairy]

[She immediately shakes her head, curling her lips into a pout at Lelouch with her balled fists at her sides.]

I'm really, really serious about this!

[When Sheryl makes up her mind about something, she really means it and yes she'd let him be friends with her plush cat too okay.]

[pioncoiffe]

[All right, he can't help it; he laughs. Even if she doesn't realize he'd been mocking her (only a little, and not with any real sort of malice), that stubbornness reminds him of another friend. Suzaku probably would have picked up the irony, though. Probably would have pushed him or something for it, too.]

Okay. I believe you.

[petitfairy]

[He's lucky that her naivete is intact as a girl because it won't be once she's seventeen again, which is why his subtle mocking went over her head. At any rate, she laughs along with him, kicking her feet a little with an expression that clearly emits joy.]

Hee, I'm glad. Now you won't be alone anymore!

[Not like how she used to be; she wouldn't wish being alone on anyone.]

I'll make sure of it.

[pioncoiffe]

[He has to wonder how much of that cheerfulness is genuine, just how carefree she can be when she'd been living on the streets, but it isn't something he'll ever question aloud. He'll shrug a little at her words instead, still smiling.]

You don't need to worry about me, but... thank you.

[Not that this is about him at all, he's fairly certain. Still with how happy she looks, he can't really tell her off. He doesn't need-- he can look after himself. He just doesn't want to hurt her feelings.]