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Jack knew it was the day after prom, and he'd held his breath after he'd heard that morning's broadcast -- but, luckily, no children had showed up. (Yet.)

It was still possible he'd get called to bail the triplets out on shoplifting charges, but -- until and unless that happened -- he was going to sit at home, and enjoy a cup of tea and a new superhero series on Netflix. There weren't enough lawyer heroes.

[OOC: Mainly for one but open.]

Date: 2015-04-12 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
The pounding on the door was coming from a spot... lower than where a teenage triplet would be able to knock, and was promptly (immediately) followed by the bell being pushed over and over and over and--

"DA!!!!!!!!!!! Open uppppppppppp! I know you're home 'cause it's time for food!"

Date: 2015-04-12 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
The child was just going to stand there and stare. Staaaaaaaaaaare, Jack.

"Do I look like I belong to anyone else? Mom is gonna be so mad you said that," he said with a pout.

Date: 2015-04-12 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"I'm gonna tell~ell," he sang, looking gleeful. "You don't know mom!"


[Sorry, mom called!]

Date: 2015-04-12 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"Ohhhhhh....it's like the stories!" his eyes got super big and he grinned even wider. "Are you still in school? Are you my age?"

He swept a wobbly-bow, much like a small boy who'd only learned it half-heartedly in the first place. "Dorian Frost Priest, most humbly at your service."

Date: 2015-04-12 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"I'm not young I'm four!" was the indignant reply, but Dorian took Jack's hand anyway. "But if you're in school and not my dad-dad does that mean we can have ice cream for dinner?"

Date: 2015-04-12 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
Dorian narrowed his eyes. "Sugar Bombs?" he asked, naming his favorite cereal, "--or that stuff that nanny says is 'healthy' cereal?"

Date: 2015-04-12 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
Dorian's nose twitched, and he started looking around. "Mom was here recently," he decided with all the authority of a weetiny boy with feral leanings. "She always gets Sugar Bombs if she goes to the store without an adult, and since she's not here now that means they're mine!"

Date: 2015-04-12 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"YES!!!!" Dorian took off through the house, tearing around at high speeds hunting down his treasured carbs in a way only a hyperactive puppyboy could.

Oh no, Jack. What have you done?

There was a crash, and a bang, and a thump, and he reappeared, clutching a cardboard box triumphantly. "She tried to hide 'em on top of the fridge! But laying down flat, so they were harder to see."

Date: 2015-04-12 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"Nothing important," he said, already trying to tear into the box. "Milk is for babies, unless you or mom make us PB&J. Then I like milk.

Date: 2015-04-12 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com
"Yeah!" Dorian enthused, pumping his fist (and sending dry cereal everywhere). "Mom makes GREAT surprise faces!"

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