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Aya Brea ([personal profile] mitochondriaaya) wrote2009-06-09 11:00 pm
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Like a six year old ninja!

She'd meant it when she said her dad was all done with his photo's. He'd gotten a bonus for finishing the tourism spread early, and bonuses were good as far as Aya could tell...but it meant they'd been here less than a year.

She didn't want to move. She didn't want to leave. And she was pretty sure the boys didn't want her to either.

That left her one option: running away!

It was really late at night when there was a tapping at the boy's bedroom window. Aya was outside, sitting in the tree by the window. If she was careful she could push the branch enough to make it tap the glass! She had a flashlight carefully tied to the backpack she was wearing, and she knew the tree by heart so it wasn't nearly as dangerous as it looked!
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Now I let your dad know where you are," Elcy says and her husband picks up with, "And you get a second bath and put to bed. Your own, or do you want to crash in here with Braig and Dilan?"

"In here." says Dilan, before Aya gets a chance to respond.
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-16 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dirty enough." Yinsi informed her, scooping her up when her pack was off, "Now. Do you want the pink bubbles, the orange bubbles, or the green bubbles?"

"We'll take care of it." Dilan told Aya, seriously. Braig was already making up a nest on the floor that he could sleep on; he took having the others in that room seriously and was the eldest so he got the floor. Even Dilan had stopped arguing.
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-17 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Green it is." he bounced her a couple of times on the way to the bathroom, then set her down so that he could get the bubbles and the bath toys out. Including the new one, brand new for Aya rather than something from when the boys were her age; a squeaky, floating Moogle.

"Mmm, gummies..."
"No, Dilan, you've already brushed your teeth."
"Tomorrow, sweet gummies...tomorrow..."
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-18 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You can have my bed, Aya." Braig mumbled from his pile of blankets and pillows. He wouldn't argue if she did curl up with him, though, he was already close enough to asleep that it would take another little girl showing up outside the window to get him to move.

Dilan was taking advantage of that! He'd already pulled pillows and blankets down to join the older boy on the floor, so he just held out an arm and said, "Uh huh. C'mon, lets cuddle."
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-18 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
The already snoring Braig's arms flopped out so that each of his younger friends could easily use him as a pillow, which was what Dilan was shamelessly doing. It was warmer that way! "Uh huh. You're with us."
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[personal profile] sliceitwithwind 2011-12-19 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"G'night, Ayay." Dilan murmured.

Braig's response, alas, was merely, "SNNNRKKGGGGHGHHHHKKKKKTTTT" but that was normal for sleeping Braig.