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GRIMME

She looks down to see a child.

“Where can I use the restroom?” He is still tugging on her sleeve, eyes big, cheeks rosy.

She rubs the back of her neck. The kinky-coily hair rubs roughly against her hand.

This is … too many children. One, sure, she knew what to do. Three, pushed her limits. Um. How many where here? She’s afraid to count at this point because more might turn up.

“Down the hall. First door to the right.” She jerks her thumb behind her.

“Thank-you.” The small child says. Then runs off.

Grimme considers a long moment.

Eh.

Why not?

How bad could they really mess up?

Oscar glares at her. The “We are absolutely not and never again adopting a child” glare.

It didn’t work the first time. It didn’t work the twentieth time. Or the fiftieth. It wouldn’t work now: Burn was child 194.

 

[@kimlikesart] [Does Ohel peek into the bedrooms? Or explore Oscar’s office? Since we all know this isn’t going to be just a pitstop.]

 

 

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Hades is slow to answer.

Which is why I realize that Alessio has wondered off. He’s with another couple children. Okay. He’s given himself something to do. Good.

Little Lizard is fidgeting with this hands and stammering. Did I come off too strong? Oh no. I have upset a small child! What am I supposed to do?!

“Uhhmmm… Sorry about that. I didn’t know…” Little Lizard is still playing with his hands. “Uhhh… Do you like butterflies?”

Then Little Lizard opens his hands, little orange flutteriest flying from his hands.

“Oh! Those are beautiful!” I try to catch one and it slips away. I need to get one for Burn. What are they and how do I get one. So pretty…

“What about flowers? Mother liked flowers.” Now there are white flowers in his hands.

“What an impressive talent!” I clap.

“THE SPIDER’S FREE!!!”

“SPIDER?!?!?!”

Crap. Burn.

Burn is rigid up against Oscar and then jumps on the couch. “Where?! Where is the spider?!” He is patting his non-existent pockets for weapons.

 

Um.

Help?

“GRIMME!”

She whips out her battle ax and nearly slices the spider in half. Nearly, but at least three legs are no longer attached.

Which doesn’t matter. Because the annoying man is still screaming – rivaling Burn’s panic and Grimme’s war cries.

“No… No! Stop!” Little Lizard screams. Because more notice is the solution. “Saga, you should probably stop shouting.”

The man is still running.

“I think the spider is following you because of the noise you’re making…”

He.

Jumped.

Out the window!!!!

 

I swear – as fluently as Burn and Steelfoot – and run to the window.

He’s … safe. And also has lizard scales. Cool.

Okay. Spider.

 

“Don’t!” yells Little Lizard.

But Grimme has already sliced the spider in half.