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Jan. 5th, 2008 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha“…it’s a baby.” Kite stared at the lump of pink and drool in Itsuki’s arms.
“He’s my nephew.” Itsuki shifted the pink thing in his arms, and more drool appeared. There might have even been a stupid smile on the babies face. “That’s why I’m busy tonight.”
Kite frowned, staring down at the pink thing in Itsuki’s arms. He’d had Itsuki refuse to come out with him because of this?
The little mass of pink stick his hand out of the swath of blankets he was wrapped in. The hand waved around excitedly in Kite’s direction.
“He probably wants your glasses.” Itsuki shifted his hold again, offering his finger so the baby could wrap its chubby fingers around. “Calm down Shou, you’re not getting Kite-san’s glasses.”
The baby’s chubby little hand looked so bizarre wrapped around Itsuki’s finger. “Do you need any help?” Kite wondered why he was offering, after all, he was hardly good around children. Kite wasn’t interested enough in Itsuki to deal with kids… was he? No, there was something else involved, definitely.
Itsuki’s head tilted to the side, and the little baby in his arms burble happily, little spit bubbles spewing from his chubby lips. Vaguely, Kite noted that the baby had Itsuki’s nose.
“He’s my nephew.” Itsuki shifted the pink thing in his arms, and more drool appeared. There might have even been a stupid smile on the babies face. “That’s why I’m busy tonight.”
Kite frowned, staring down at the pink thing in Itsuki’s arms. He’d had Itsuki refuse to come out with him because of this?
The little mass of pink stick his hand out of the swath of blankets he was wrapped in. The hand waved around excitedly in Kite’s direction.
“He probably wants your glasses.” Itsuki shifted his hold again, offering his finger so the baby could wrap its chubby fingers around. “Calm down Shou, you’re not getting Kite-san’s glasses.”
The baby’s chubby little hand looked so bizarre wrapped around Itsuki’s finger. “Do you need any help?” Kite wondered why he was offering, after all, he was hardly good around children. Kite wasn’t interested enough in Itsuki to deal with kids… was he? No, there was something else involved, definitely.
Itsuki’s head tilted to the side, and the little baby in his arms burble happily, little spit bubbles spewing from his chubby lips. Vaguely, Kite noted that the baby had Itsuki’s nose.
