for @suntempered - it’s the babysitting thing that tumblr wouldn’t let me cut ffs
Philip perked up. hair a little askew from seizing Will, his eyes finding his younger sister. Man, she did look like a mess. Either finals had been hard on her or she had caught something else besides her cold. “No idea, Ange. Guess we can’t really count on dad , huh?”
Phil wasn’t even kidding. Once their father had retreated in his office, it was as if he wasn’t here at all. Their mother had warned them about giving their siblings ice cream. But not about the intense complaining and how g o o d they were at persuading their older siblings with pouty faces.
Angelica gave in first, Phil himself soon after. Now, when the sugar kicked in, the little ones were a little rowdy. William however, was pretty calm now that he was concentrating on his colouring book. Scrunching his nose, Pip hoped Angie would refresh their baby sister this time. Once the tiny girl had been seized by Angelica, Phil went back to staring at whatever show was playing on the tv.
“ Make sure to wipe twice with the soft tissues. She hates the rougher ones. Also do not let her near your hair. ”
nothing feels good in angelica’s body right now. judging by the creaky aches of her joints and body moving, the burning in her head and the coughing, she’s pretty sure she has the flu. that or the black death.
“ c’mon little lady---let’s get you sorted out so I can sit down again. ” she cleans up her sister without complaint, her nose know long used to the smell of dirty diapers---not that her nose can even smell all that well right now.
honestly, if angie does have the flu then she should be in bed resting, which is exactly where she wants to be. angie’s legitimately tempted to go knock on her father’s office door and ask him to babysit so she can go to sleep, becasue she really shouldn’t be around the youngeer ones to give it to them.
once the little one is all clean and nice again, angie plops her back down onto the floor so she can contineut to run around like a little monster. she barely ha time to breathe before she’s coughing ferociously into her hands. groaning, she slumps back down.
“ philip... I’m not feeling so hot, dude. ”
