motivation monday: you are a STAR and i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the way you write plz feed us
You are the sweetest. Hope this suffices because we are serving up cute kids and future fic today
Sora pasted on his biggest, most reassuring smile as he crouched to his and Riku's weekend guests' eye level. Their parents had just dropped them off and they looked a bit unsure, with bitten lips, wide eyes, and fidgeting. They reached for each other's hands to hold when he got close, so Sora shifted his weight back on his heels and leaned away a bit so they didn't feel crowded. He understood. New places were scary when you were a small person. "Okay, girls, we're going to have a fun three days!"
"I guess," Emerald Dress with Yellow Daisies whined as if physically pained, throwing her head back so her fishtail braid slipped back behind her instead of laying over her shoulder and down the front like her sister. Yellow Top and Emerald Skirt with Kelly Green Tights Underneath. Roxas and Axel had made them easy to tell apart if Sora had been sure who was Dulce and who was Salena in the first place. "I miss Turkey already."
He'd been expecting an "daddy" or "pop," but he supposed he understood. "Well, Aunt Kairi is watching Turkey so he can play with Astrophe. Just like you're here so you can play with Ripan."
The explanation seemed to work for the moment, Emerald Dress mollified a bit, though she sighed, "This weekend is gonna last forever!" and got pinched by her sister, which Sora was going to reprimand but decided to let slide and just keep pressing forward with a happy face to show he was cool when he heard the word "Rude!" whispered.
"Ripan's room is at the end of the hall. You can put your stuff in the guest room across the way and then stop in to say hi. He has a mini pirate ship with a full crew, a whole bunch of stuffies I'm sure he'll want to introduce you to, and Data Sora is always putting new games on the computer. I'm sure if there's something there you want and Data Sora doesn't have it, he'll get it for you as long as it is for kids to play."
"We can't play until we finish today's homework," Kelly Green Tights informed him primly.
"We have until Monday," her sister argued.
"Pop said to get it done early, and then we have fun!"
Sora's attention ping-ponged between the identical small faces. "I can help you with your homework if you like. I help Ripan with his, so I'm an old pro."
"It's math. We're learning to add. Can you add?" Tights stared him straight in the eye and roasted him with a casual ferocity Sora wasn't sure he'd ever experienced before despite his long history of being made fun of by his friends.
"I can even do times tables," Sora assured the small girl instead and then stood to his feet.
"You have been doing third grade homework!" she responded in awe befitting of a first grader and the balance was restored.
"I'm going to play with the pirate ship," Emerald Dress announced, unimpressed with times tables, hoisting her glitter flower backpack higher on her back. "Coming, LeeLee?"
"Go ahead. We'll have homework time after dinner. We're having fish sticks and macaroni."
"Does it have a face?" Dress, Dulce probably if LeeLee the tights was Salena. "Don't like fishes with the face on."
"The fish sticks?" Sora asked, confused. "No, it's...sticks."
"Yeah, everything is mushed into a stick including the eyeballs and the bones," Salena explained with the voice of a sage.
"That's not how it works either," Sora explained, too late as Dulce began to scream as soon as her sister had stopped speaking. "We could have pizza?" He gave up defending the fish sticks as a battle he didn't even want to start. Ripan had been a good teacher for conserving energy for issues that were worth it.
Dulce was instantly pacified. "Pepperonis!" was shouted as a battle cry. Then, manners suddenly popping into their minds, both girls curtseyed in eerie, practiced unison and chorused, "Thank you, Uncle Sora for having us in your home," before running off shrieking, "Pepperonis!" once more.
Sora shook his head and then went to report his own brutal murder and the menu change to his husband. He fooled himself into thinking there would be at least twenty minutes of peace, before he was proven wrong by an indignant shout.
"DAD! WHY ARE THERE BABIES TOUCHING MY PIRATE SHIP? THEY JUST CAME OUT OF MY RUG LIKE SHADOWS!"
