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spin_kick_snap) wrote2019-04-13 12:14 am
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Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning
Okay, so for all the complaining about having to get up early - especially after a night chock-full of pollen - this was Kathy's favorite weekend of the year. Surrounded by kids who called her mom, arguing over breakfast, listening to them babble on about their likes and interests and hopes, singing them to sleep at night. Even with as a late an evening as they'd had, she was still up, bright and early, humming around the public room of the suite, readying it for tiny visitors.
A hotel room meant that she had to rely on room service for breakfast, but she made due, making sure to order plenty of fruit (heavy on the strawberries), and juice, and more bacon and sausage than any one room really ought to have.
Now to wait for folks to start showing up!
[Open for all tiny children and their parents, whether related or not!]
A hotel room meant that she had to rely on room service for breakfast, but she made due, making sure to order plenty of fruit (heavy on the strawberries), and juice, and more bacon and sausage than any one room really ought to have.
Now to wait for folks to start showing up!
[Open for all tiny children and their parents, whether related or not!]
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Shocking literally nobody in the room, probably.
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She sounded awfully vehement.
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She didn't wanna crowd Evie, not yet, so she just watched from the chair, hands clasped tight. "We'll always be here for you to talk about this kind of important thing."
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Evie pulled a face. She reached up, rubbed at it with her elbow, and tried to straighten out her expression. "Whatever."
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Fuck it. Was it okay for him to pull her into a hug? ... He was pulling her into a hug.
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Even as she clung to him.
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Somehow the surly couldn't quite kill the giggle that escaped from her mouth.
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Unfortunately, her mom was about as fast as she was, and inescapable.
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Still, she let her go a minute later, because she didn't want Evie to think that the girl didn't have a right to bodily autonomy. Or that she couldn't deny someone hugs, even her own (tiny version) mom.
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She reached for Evie's hand. "But I can't imagine ever getting upset with you for telling us something like this. Whether you felt better coming to any one of us or all of us together, we just want you to feel like you could always talk to us about anything."
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