#v:zeropanic

[eightpetals]

@panickypeachboy

The moment she heard from Junpei that Diana had adopted a small child, well, Hazuki insisted on meeting the tyke as soon as she possibly could. Now, as luck would have it, she was getting to babysit! He was a little bit older and a little bit taller than everyone had led her to assume, but no matter - he was just young enough to be doted on. And dote on him she would.

By the heavens, he was far too cute for his own good.

“Welcome home,” she spoke in Japanese, hoping he’d been able to retain some of his birth tongue in America. In a way, she was addressing him much as if he was one of her own. “Are you in good health? Nana-san said you might be hungry, so I’ve got a little omurice in the microwave for my growing young man. Now, sit, sit, sit, Auntie Kashiwabara wants to hear all about this modern life you’re living.”

[notevenjupiter]

@panickypeachboy

What a strange strange place! There seemed to be so many things that looked like trucks! But many of these “trucks” don’t have a box to carry stuff! Dirt seemed to be really rare…and the buildings were TALL. Well, they were tall to a child from the country.

When he spotted a few flowers growing in a store front, he could help but to say hello to them! Why weren’t there many flowers around? Momo noticed the flowers looked a little wilted, so he took out his canteen and started to sprinkle some of his water onto the plants.

A shadow now loomed over him. Where did the sun go? The yukata-wearing child turned around to see a lady. He let out a small gasp of surprise, and dropped his canteen.

Diana had been happily checking things off of her to-do list - grabbing a small milk tea, returning a few things to the clothing stores, picking up a few library books to read over the weekend. It might have been one of the most idyllic days she’d spent since she finished college. Moving her family away from her old town, and from him, was looking like a great move with each passing day.

Her errands done, she was just window-shopping, and couldn’t help but notice the young boy tending to the plants! It felt like something out of a storybook, and she couldn’t help but take a few steps closer.

“O-oh!” Diana exclaimed as he spun around, not realizing just how closely she’d intruded. She gently handed the canteen back to him. “Sorry, don’t mind me, it’s just... what a nice thing to do! I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone water these, but, you’re definitely in the right; these plants need a lot of care. Maybe we could find some more water somewhere?”

[notevenjupiter]

🍫 (Oh, it seems that Momo has made a small box of chocolates for Phi! They're shaped like little bunnies!)

The gift stunned her, and she held the box for several seconds before finding the right response.

In the back of her head, she always thought that she’d be the one doing things for her little brother, and not the other way around. She’d be the one teaching him about society, and making sure he did okay in school, and stayed out of trouble, and didn’t swing a katana at any more household objects. But for him to give this to her... for him to make this for her... she was at a loss for words. 

“They’re... so cute... they’re all so cute...”

She shook her head, coming back to her senses.

“Thank you, Momo. Let’s eat these together, okay?”

[notevenjupiter]

night light: diana

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

“My family does. When Sigma’s holding me, or if I’ve got Momo in my arms... I know that some how, some way, I’ve ended up in the best world. 

Nothing bad can happen, nothing bad’s going to happen. Sure, maybe there’ll be a few days when I might be on the verge of......N-no, never mind, just forget I brought that up, okay? All that matters is that I’m safe here, and that the people I care about are safe, too.”

[notevenjupiter]

Momo walks up to Diana. He's holding a tray of fluffy pancakes, that has whipped cream, berries, and ice cream! Sure the arrangement is a bit messy but, he tried (without supervision). And the pancakes be fluffy and yummy! "M-Mama, d-day, happy!" the child utters. Hope this is a good offering.

There’s a few seconds before Diana can respond, as she’s simply processing what’s going on. As she takes the tray into her hands... she suddenly breaks down in tears? Yes, she’s crying, she’s really crying.

“Oh, Momo...” Her eyes can barely stay open with how watery they are, and were she not holding the tray, she would be wrapping him in as tight of a hug as she could.

“This is... this is amazing...” A few sniffles, and she’s composing herself again, finding a place to set the tray down on the table.

“I can’t even begin to say how happy I am... I don’t even know the words. Momo, you’re the nicest boy I could have ever hoped for. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you! Thank you!!”

She moves to grab some utensils and napkins from the kitchen. “Let’s... let’s eat this together, okay? Let’s enjoy this.”

[notevenjupiter]

… : write a headcanon based on one of the aus in your verse page

Here’s sweet little headcanon for Momo’s verse w/ the Klim family!

Sigma’s converted part of the garage and nearly all of the cellar area of the house into a makeshift laboratory. He doesn’t have the resources he used to have when working on the AB project, but he would, at the very least, like to use a lot of this knowledge to get a few patents filed for things which should become important in the years to come.

That means he’s around the house a lot, and with Diana working long hours at the hospital, this also means he’s usually the one tasked with watching Momo.

There’s a lot of delicate things in the lab, and plenty of sharp things, too. The question is, how to work in the lab while keeping an eye on Momo? The engineer that he is, Sigma found a solution. He built Momo a little observation platform, a few feet off the ground, high up enough that the little one can see everything, but far enough away from everything fragile and pointy. It’s not the comfiest thing in the world, but there’s a cushion, and it’s about four times the size of that dreaded car booster seat.