33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

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.]

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[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!"

[bitten_notshy]

Oh dear god.

Jack opened the door to see a ball of hair and energy standing there.

"I'm here," he acknowledged. "And I suppose there's no chance you're looking for Josh, or Ronan, or ... anyone who isn't me?"

He doubted it. He wasn't that lucky.

[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.

[bitten_notshy]

"... and mom is?"

Jack thought he knew, but it wasn't as though Emma were the only blonde woman he'd ever known! Maybe the kid was Kar- oh dear god he hoped he was Emma's.

[anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna tell~ell," he sang, looking gleeful. "You don't know mom!"


[Sorry, mom called!]

[bitten_notshy]

No, that was Emma's brattiness. Damn it.

"Look, you're here years and years ahead of your time," he said bluntly. "Of course I don't know everything. You're lucky I'm not going to leave you on the streets to beg."

He didn't entirely mean that.

"But that said -- your mother's called Emma, isn't she?"

[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."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm 23," Jack said, mildly perturbed. "Do I look that young? But yes, I'm in school."

He gave his own small bow in return, then held his hand for Dorian to shake. "And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Master Dorian."

[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?"

[bitten_notshy]

"No," Jack said, then wavered. Really, his main job was keeping Master Dorian happy and alive for a few days, and seeing as he wasn't actually the kid's dad ...

"Have some fruit and a bowl of cereal, and then ice cream for dessert." That was healthy, right?

[anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com]

Dorian narrowed his eyes. "Sugar Bombs?" he asked, naming his favorite cereal, "--or that stuff that nanny says is 'healthy' cereal?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Er. Depends on what we have in the house, doesn't it?" Jack asked aloud. "I think I got some Mini-Wheats the other day. Might be a few other things hanging around the cupboard."

[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!"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack couldn't hold back a burst of laughter. "You are a little pup, aren't you?" he said admiringly. "Good detective work. The Sugar Bombs are all yours."

[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."

[bitten_notshy]

"Good job finding it, but that was loud. What else did you knock over on your way to get them?" Jack wondered, eyeing Dorian with some concern. "And do you need milk and a bowl, or are you just going to eat them straight from the box?"

[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.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's good with cookies, too. But otherwise I'd rather have something else," Jack said in agreement. He wasn't much of a milk-drinker either. "Okay, dry cereal, then ice cream, then how do you feel about calling Mom to give her a surprise?"

Emma would have a funny heart attack!

[anotherwolfcub.livejournal.com]

"Yeah!" Dorian enthused, pumping his fist (and sending dry cereal everywhere). "Mom makes GREAT surprise faces!"