The Mordred Boys Revolve Around Jekyll (KotRT, Jekyll and Hyde)
Gawain stared at the trio as they came into the room, watching the two boys hover around the adult’s legs. They were tugging at their pants, whining over and over for attention. Mom. Mom.
And Jekyll was laughing a little, leaning down a bit to chat with them at eye level.
“Do you think he realizes that mother means a female,” Lancelot murmured.
“I mean,” Gawain stared over at the man, watching him laugh and nod to one of the kid’s suggestions. They man flattened his suit a little, heading over to the line for breakfast and beginning to get food for the three of them. “I feel like since he’s a doctor, he must know.”
Tristan shook his head, “No. I doubt it. I heard from Moriarty that that detective that Gudako’s been fussing over doesn’t know that the earth revolves around the sun.”
They all stared at Tristan.
“…The earth revolves around the sun?”
Gawain shrugged at Lancelot’s question.
How the fuck was he supposed to know.
“Mornin’,” Mordred yawned, all but plopping into a seat next to Tristan. “What’s got you all lookin’ alive this mornin’?”
Mordred smirked, nodding. The fatigue went to the wayside as she smirked. “Ah, ain’t it great? I don’t have to worry about those two getting in the way of my training. Master can work on helping me train and give me a couple grails. I’ll be unstoppable soon enough.”
“The two do know that Jekyll’s not-“
The female knight waved her hand. “Of course the shits know that. I made sure they know their mom wasn’t here. It’s them that decided that me having Jekyll plead with me to let him into my bed meant that Jekyll was their new mom.”
The other two sighed as a blade hit the table. Mordred glared over at him.
“You tryin’ to say somethin’, Lancelot?”
The woman deflated, yanking her weapon from the table. “Eh, I’m on edge. The two brats were climbing into bed last night.”
“Wanted to be close to their parent probably,” Gawain teased.
“Nah, they wanted Jekyll to let Hyde come out so they could drive him batshit.”
Jekyll had the patience of a saint.