delia attempted to win clarette’s sympathy by giving her an exaggerated pout, and just as she did, that darned straw struck again by poking her in the cheek until it found a way into her mouth. finally she took the sippy cup away from the little girl and mumbled, “alright, alright, that’s enough!” to which the child garbled some kind of objection.
“no, no, we’re going to get miss clary,” delia assured the little one to appease her adorable grumpy face. of course, those words weren’t quite understood, so delia found her feet before lifting the child and turning her to see clarette, who looked upon them almost in what seemed like mockery. “gonna getta-getta-getta her!” repeated delia, pointing at her cousin.
“tickatickaticka!” the little girl, not quite yet two-years-old, shouted with her hands held up and her fingers curling in, out, in.
delia chortled mischievously and, still holding the toddler, approached clarette. this would be her revenge! “get her! tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“ --- I’ve never punted a family member but I’ll do it, swear
to the Astrals. Delia--”
Clarette wasn’t ticklish by far, but she wasn’t a big fan of kids by default. They were loud, uncoordinated, and obnoxious. Sure they were cute, until they unveiled their master plot to take over the gods damned world. Thus when tiny hands came at her.. she allowed it, because the redhead was a huge softie apparently. She even pretended to laugh for the kid’s amusement, giving Delia a ‘You Owe Me’ look.
Eventually Clarette caught said tiny hands,
“All right munchkin, time for you to go home so Nana and
Clary can go have lunch.”
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