THE BABY PARTY

[afineknight]

WHO: everyone!!
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Day 33, around lunchtime

[ Since it is a Daffodil rite, the Daffodils (at least, the ones that are not children who have no idea what they're doing and therefore aren't Tart, the best baby shepherd ever) have set up a little party in the rec room for all the kids and their poor beleaguered adults!

They've set up snacks and pulled out a few games as well as some pillows from the library for naptime and books — including picture books — nearby before putting the word out to others to stop by the rec room around lunchtime. And hey, if they have anything they can bring along, all the better! ]

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[secondbornsun]

[ sometime after tartlet gets a nap though he loses the -let. 20 year old tart is here and already looks like he's been suffering for decades.

eventually he will just go find a (different) place to nap but in the meantime he's subtly keeping track of the babies in the rec room. . . ]

[afineknight]

[ he waves!!!

like a bastard. ]

[secondbornsun]

. . .


[ waves back with the expression of 'idk if i even want to ask' ]

[afineknight]

Should I say "welcome back"?

[catposting]

[ pops up next to him with a basket of apples. still a kitten ]

Oh, hey. You're bigger.

[secondbornsun]

[ ?????? ]

. . . And you're still squirt-sized.

[catposting]

I'm staying squirt-sized, thanks.

[ offers the basket ]

Apple?

[apothekitty]

...










[ puts a seashell delicately on his head ]

[secondbornsun]

[ stares at her like


why ]

[appleblossoms]

( baby sonata gently tugs on his hand. hey. hi. )

[secondbornsun]

. . . Miss Sonata.

[ hello child ]

[aididitmyway]

[jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ing from across the room

she saw that change]

Traitor

[secondbornsun]

. . . Who's a traitor.

[ how'd he hear that ]

[electricflock]

[adult tart tags in, adult muffin tags out

there’s a baby chick tugging on his pant leg]

[secondbornsun]

[ no.... not again....

. . . reaches down to pick him up. uppies ]

[alittlelaugh]

[jiiiiiiiiiiiii from afar

big lion........]

[secondbornsun]

. . .

[ hums, eases back in his seat like he's watching something entertaining now ]

Biscuit. C'mere.

[babyking]

[Peeking around a table at him. But whenever he glances his way, he ducks back down, but occasionally his ears and tail do not dip far enough.

Lion... *O* ]

[secondbornsun]

. . .

. . . . . . C'mon out, brat. If you're gonna stare, ya might as well make yourself entertaining.

[hades_alter_lily]

[ THAT LION GUY'S DAD IS HERE?!?! ]

[secondbornsun]

. . . Yo. Ya look like you seen a ghost.

[ jokes ]

[adorabrawler]

Oh, good, more of us are going back to normal.

[secondbornsun]

. . . Did you change at all?

[chasseurpetite]

[This is slightly too many strangers for small Rubato, but Mute is here so he has been alternating between ducking into the library and coming to watch them shuffle about, a little bit the way one might hover about a wounded pack member.]


[However]


[Did you know]



[Big lions have bigger tails?]

[secondbornsun]

[ this is true. he's pretty aware of this.

speaking of tails, his swishes against his pillow pile, tuft dragging against the floor in long, lazy swipes. he's attentive to small rubato—the little ear twitches when rubato's moving about would indicate as much—but he doesn't bother looking to him, instead floating a book over from a shelf for himself ]