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Kirino and the baby sit in front of the computer. She placed the baby's hand on the mouse, and gently guides the child's hand to where it's supposed to go.
"Oh, okay! Now see these choices? If you pick the right one you get a..hehehe...good cutscene. But don't worry, there's a trick! You can save before each decision so if you don't get the scene you can come back and choose the other option!"
Hit me baby one more time
SLAM.
For such a small wrap of smelly diapers, burps, sobbing and giggles and the like it sure has quite a strong arm. Even though it's sort of a copy of himself. Looks like it anyway.
" Ok, look, here's an aeroplane so can you please... "
He lifts the spoon and tries to make the baby food go through the hard defense. Zigzagging near its mouth vicinity goes the spoon ready to fall in the trap that is the baby's mouth.... It almost sinks in but it seems the defense is still too strong. The hand comes slapping the holder of the spoon on the wrist making the said object fall on the table and slide right on Yamashina's lap.
He has never been bad with kids so what's up with this little bastard. It's laughing face wide with grin and having the time of its' small life even though it's supposed to eat.
Yamashina hangs his head in defeat as the baby continues slapping him on the face.
He wonders if the bear will have a rabbit cage so he can leave the baby inside. Complete with litter box, food bowl and a water (milk?) bottle of course.
Is it even possible for someone who's at least several hundred years old and technically dead to even have a baby?
Shockingly, the infant in Rouga's arms is...quiet. Not broken, as one might expect--just quiet. Sleeping, even...and quite peacefully at that.
"... They toss me in here, and then expect me to take care of some robot kid? This is a bad joke..."
A+ parenting | Mikasa + Armin
tactitan
After some snooping around, Mikasa had finally found out Armin's apartment number and decided to ask him for help regarding the baby-for-a-week situation. He was a lot better at taking care of people than she was, even if these babies weren't people strictly speaking. Somehow she'd managed to lull her miniature self into a nap before leaving for Armin's place. The robot felt heavy in her arms as she shifted to one side, knocking on his door.
❝Armin? Are you in?❞ I need your help... again.
okubyouna
❝Hey. Do you want this baby?❞ Mikasa really had no idea what to do with the crying piece of machinery and had tried pawning it off to a handful of other confused 'parents'.
" I WILL TAKE CARE OF ALL THE CHILDREN! "
She really likes children.
