Entry 616; Day 1589

[misterblackbird]

Rosella, when you see this, come up to the nursery as quietly as you can.

He's sleeping in his cape--again. He's completely besotted with the thing. He absolutely refuses to take it off.

I don't know if we were foolish to call him 'Kit' or if we were foolish to have the cape made for him.

~C.

[ooc: In this future AU, Cain is only a very few years older. And he and Rosella have married and been married for a few years. And they have a son. And their son is named Christopher, called "Kit." And Kit is perhaps three years old here. And Kit has apparently taken to wearing his red woolen wintertime cape and hood to sleep. Probably because the hood has fox ears on it. Baby foxes are sometimes called kits, you know...]

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[primrosella]

[BABIES.

Honestly, Rosella is probably slightly less enamored with the little bundle of fox-cloaked joy sleeping upstairs than Cain is, but that's really only because she has the benefit of being the boy's mother in this equation, and therefore somewhat more accustomed to his antics and eccentricities.

(She's also a bit glad for the peace and quiet that comes with the confirmation that he's actually sleeping at the moment; hopefully that won't change too awfully soon.)

But, as requested, up she comes--hair pinned up safely out of reach of tiny fingers, more out of the practicality that comes with experience than anything else.]

Well, we did make a fair try at "Christopher", anyway, but I suppose it was really only a matter of time before he'd ended up as our little Kit, hmm?

[misterblackbird]

I believe you were the one who started in with that nickname.

[He's still insufferable, even after a few years. Some things simply don't change.]

[primrosella]

As though I could've called him anything but, with that cape and ears?

[misterblackbird]

His name came long before the cape and ears, you know. His proper name, then the nickname, then the cape. I think you're only encouraging it.

[primrosella]

And if I am? It suits him.

[She's growing quieter now, fonder despite the teasing.]

You can hardly refuse him, either, when he smiles at you.

[misterblackbird]

I can hardly refuse him anything, when he smiles at me.

[primrosella]

I do wonder, then, which of us he's inherited that from.

[misterblackbird]

Perhaps we ought to share the blame in that.

[primrosella]

Oh, is that so?

[A kiss!]

And if I should smile at you, then?

[misterblackbird]

[Yay, kisses!]

In my experience, I very much doubt that I could refuse you anything either.