The sound of a body throwing itself onto one of the infirmary cots echoed through the mostly empty room, followed closely behind with a dramatic, but melodic sigh. “Can I say something mean?”
“Probably not in front of the baby.”
Will groaned, looking up from his pile of patient reports he had been sorting for the past… year. “I hardly think eleven still counts as being a baby.”
Lee, who had been refilling first aid kits for the past two hours, contemplated this for a moment. “Maybe, but that’s besides the point. I’m six years older than you. You’ll always be a baby.”
“I’m going to say something mean. Will, cover your ears.”
“I’m not covering my ears, Taylor. Unlike you, I’m working right now and I need my hands.”
“Oh,” Taylor dragged, a taunt evident in her voice, "someone's grumpy.”
“He’s mad I put him on infirmary duty during arts and crafts.”
“Will, you aren’t good at arts and crafts.” Lee slapped her arm. “And you like working in the infirmary, you are constantly taking my shifts. It’s why I love you.”
Lee slapped her arm again. “Taylor, what the heck.”
Taylor groaned, “Fuck. Just say fuck. I’m begging you.”
“That’s besides the point. I had it with Cecil. We were going to finish our board game.” Will turned to Lee, pointing an accusing finger at him, “You knew this.”
Lee let out a long-suffering sigh and Will almost felt bad for causing a fuss, but really, Lee brought this upon himself. “Taylor, stop pawning off your shifts to Will. Will, stop letting Taylor’s pawn off her shifts to you. Also: I’m sorry about arts and crafts. The last few days have been hectic and I needed your help. I’ll make sure to not schedule you over arts and crafts next week.”
“I’m going to be home next week! Mama is picking me up, remember?”
Lee had the decency to look ashamed when he said, “Heck. I forgot. I’m sorry, Will.”
Taylor got up from her self-designated cot and walked over to Will, ruffling his hair once she was close enough. “I’ll take over the rest of your shift, buddy. You go have fun.”
Will shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m already here. Arts and crafts is half-way done anyway. We wouldn’t be able to finish.”
“If you’re sure,” Taylor sighed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead and Will let out a cry of protest because he could feel the lipstick stain there. He tried rubbing it away with his fingers but by the look on Lee’s face and the snickers Taylor was making behind him, he only made it worse.
Lee graciously handed Will a wipe before glaring at their sister. “Taylor, what are you even doing here?”
“I think I made that pretty obvious when I threw myself onto a bed and stated I was gonna say something mean. I came to gossip.”
“You should be at archery right now.”
“Mike was being a piss-baby. He wouldn’t let Josh and I try to hit one another. What’s the point of being in advanced archery if you can’t shoot at your brother? Moving targets!”
“So you left?”
“Yep. I found Silena and she offered to do my nails before I came by.”
Lee pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that resembled an old man at the end of his rope. Will suppressed a giggle at his brother’s anguish as Lee said, “You can’t do that.”
“Do what? My nails?”
“Leave Michael like that.”
“Why? He’s not in charge of me.”
“But I am. And he’s my second in command, so yes he is.”
Taylor groaned, flopping back onto her cot. “One, he’s like three weeks older than me, unfair. And two, none of that is important right now. What is important is that our father was here and didn’t say hi to any of us. Who does that?”
“Our father, apparently.”
Taylor flipped Lee off, showing off her new manicure. It was baby pink, like her lipstick, with a little sun in the center. “He gives those kids a ride, none of them his, and has the audacity to leave before saying hi? Hell, Will over here has never met him. He has time to bring a group of kids to camp, but can’t spare a lousy minute to check in on us? And I can’t say this to Michael or he’ll claim I’m “on the other side”.” Taylor sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. Will had only seen this look on her face a few times before: every time Luke was mentioned. “I’m just tired of feeling abandoned and I’m sick of feeling like it’s bad to think that.”
Lee stepped towards her, a soft, “Tay–” passing through his lips, before she sat up and shook herself out of her stupor.
“Instead of saying hi, he just causes chaos and disappears! He brings Percy back, which is never a good sign. Thalia is driving the sun chariot, and crashes it! Oh, and he brought that new weird kid that keeps bombarding everyone with questions.”
Will saw through the change of topic, and Lee clearly had to as well, but he allowed it to happen. He slapped her on the arm for the third time, “He’s not weird. He’s, like, eight. The kid is just excited. You were excited about camp once upon a time.”
Taylor turned to Will, jerking her head at Lee, “I think he’s finally lost it. When have I ever been excited by anything ever?”
Will grinned, “Yesterday, you beat Madi at Josh’s song quiz and you danced around the cabin for ten minutes.”
Taylor gasped loud and dramatic, clutching at her chest as she fell back onto her cot, chestnut hair falling all over her face in her fall. “William! How dare you accuse me of such things!”
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Happy birthday to my little baby ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡
It's a bit short, but there's no angst, miracle. One day I'll publish some stuff about him ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o~♪♪
Aim and Post Dark Cream belong to @zu-is-here
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Les deux enfants rentrèrent dans la boulangerie, accompagnés de Killer et saluant le vendeur, une tortue plutôt âgé. Ils se dirigèrent vers les vitrines, regardant les nombreuses tapisseries et viennoiseries disposés : des forêt noires, des gâteaux fruités remplis de crème, des milles-feuilles, des chou à la crème, des tartes au citron meringuée, des macarons, des éclairs au chocolat et au café, des pains au chocolat et des croissants.
— Ça a l'air trop bon, s'extasia Aim devant la vitrine, les étoiles dans les yeux.
Après avoir choisi deux gâteaux, une forêt noire et un gâteau au fruit, Killer demanda le plus naturellement du monde :
— Lequel vous voulez ?
— Mais Papa a dit que on devait juste chercher deux gâteaux, et qu'on devait pas prendre autre chose au sinon on allait pas finir de manger.
Nuisance avait dit ça en regardant le plus grand, comme s'il essayait de déceler si cela était un simple test ou oubli de sa part. En voyant son sourire confiant, il comprit qu'il n'avait pas oublier ça ou quoi que se soit d'autre, il n'avait juste pas envi d'écouter cet ordre qui lui avait initialement été donné.
— Night sais bien que quand on rentre dans une boulangerie avec des enfants il faut aussi prendre une petite pâtisserie pour le gouter. Et si on les mange sur le chemin du retour, il n'en saura rien. Alors, vous voulez quoi ?
— Celui au chocolat là-bas, répondit rapidement le plus petit.
— On appelle ça un éclair au chocolat... Mais j'aurais pensé que tu aurais pris le chou à la crème.
Tout en disant cela, il désigna la fameuse pâtisserie, sachant que Aim ne pouvait pas lire les petites pancartes devant la nourriture.
— C'est vrai que ça a l'air bon, mais il n'y a pas de chocolat.
Le plus grand sourit avant de demander la fameuse pâtisserie, ainsi qu'un mille-feuille au vendeur. Pendant que ce dernier commencer à prendre la nourriture pour les mettre dans une des petites boites en carton fins, il redemanda la même question à l'enfant aux yeux vairons, ne voulant pas qu'il soit le seul à ne rien avoir. Ce dernier regarda de nouveau le plus grand dans les yeux, avant de retourner son attention sur son cousin qui lui souriait comme pour l'encourager à prendre quelque chose. Finalement il bredouilla d'une petite voix :
— Des macarons.
Le squelette à l'âme bicolore lui frotta la tête, pas surpris le moins du monde par ce choix. Puis lorsqu'ils partirent de la boulangerie, remerciant la tortue, il donna les petits gâteaux aux deux enfants, qui s'empressèrent d'en prendre un morceau. Nuisance tendit un macaron marron à Aim avant de rajouter :
— C'est au chocolat si tu veux gouter... Kills, Papa va être en colère contre nous s'il découvre qu'on lui a désobéit.
— Ne t'inquiète pas, il ne saura pas. Et puis, s'il le découvre, ce ne sera pas contre vous qu'il sera en colère, mais contre moi.
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The two children entered the bakery, accompanied by Killer and greeting the shop assistant, a rather elderly turtle. They walked towards the shop windows, looking at the many tapestries and pastries on display: black forest, fruity cakes filled with cream, mille-feuilles, cream puffs, lemon meringue tarts, macaroons, chocolate and coffee eclairs, pains au chocolat and croissants.
"It looks so good", Aim exclaimed in front of the window with stars in his eyes.
After choosing two cakes, a black forest and a fruit cake, Killer asked most naturally:
"Which one do you want?"
"But Papa said we should just get two cakes, and that we shouldn't get anything else or we wouldn't finish eating."
Nuisance had said this while looking at the taller boy, as if trying to detect whether this was a simple test or an oversight on his part. Seeing his confident smile, he knew he hadn't forgotten that or anything else, he just didn't feel like listening to the order that had originally been given to him.
"Night knows that when you go into a bakery with children you have to take a little pastry for a snack. And if you eat them on the way home, he won't know. So what do you want?"
"The chocolate one over there," the little one answered quickly.
"It's called a chocolate eclair... But I would have thought you would have taken the cream puff."
As he said this, he pointed to the famous pastry, knowing that Aim couldn't read the little signs in front of the food.
"It does look good, but there's no chocolate."
The taller boy smiled before asking the vendor for the famous pastry and a mille-feuille. As the latter started to take the food and put it in one of the small thin cardboard boxes, he asked the same question to the child with the minnow eyes, not wanting him to be the only one without anything. The latter looked the taller boy in the eye again, before returning his attention to his cousin who was smiling at him as if to encourage him to take something. Finally he stammered in a small voice:
"Macaroons."
The skeleton with the two-tone soul rubbed his head, not surprised in the least by this choice. Then as they left the bakery, thanking the turtle, he gave the little cakes to the two children, who hurried to take a piece. Nuisance handed Aim a brown macaroon before adding:
"It's chocolate if you want a taste... Kills, Dad will be angry with us if he finds out we disobeyed him."
"Don't worry, he won't find out. Besides, if he does find out, he won't be mad at you, he'll be mad at me."
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