DOING MY BEST | babysitting, task
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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]milo has always been the only child.

and so, working with kids wasn't . . . particularly within his domain. his relationship with them was rather complex, odd. his issue ? he lacked dominance. instead of him asserting his authority over the children, they easily asserted their dominance over him with just a raising of their voice. he was like those parents who didn't know how to tell their child, 'no' because well, he didn't. he also couldn't deny the task. he'd been denying things for too long. wanted to become more involved with his community. as much as he'd like to chill in his pink pajama pants and talk brendan's ear off, brendan was always first to take action; maybe it was his turn? just a thought.

and plus, like all other things, babysitting was something that took practice, right? kalief was always shocked at how uncomfortable he was with kids, always talked about him being a child at heart. while kalief sometimes secluded himself from the family, sometimes snuck out to attend parties —to smoke or drink — milo, once comfortable, became okay with entertaining his friend's siblings within the presence of others. he'd teach them monopoly, allow them to borrow pages from his sketchbook to obtain their own art, even allow them to drill "Let It Go" into his brain as long as there was someone to obtain authority when necessary.

but this time, there is no authority and he is left alone to deal with children he hasn't dealt with since christmas. lottie and thomas, thankfully sleep soundly — but he fears for long as henry and ida don't— ida's face specifically twisted into a scowl as she stares at him with dissatisfaction. "you're so boring! are we going to do anything fun?" as she talks crap, she's stroking casey all the same. henry joyously does the same, seemingly satisfied with playing with the kid if his sister hadn't complained. now he looks at milo expectantly, who sits across from the two with his legs crossed.

"do you want to play a game or something?" he has a few board games stuffed under his bed, ones that he has yet to convince brendan to play with then. ida shakes her head. "can we take casey out for a walk?" as much as he'd love to go outside at the basis of satisfying ida, the children sleep. "afraid we can't. your niece and nephew are sleeping." ida raspberries and sighs, "where's brendan? even he's more fun than you." yikes. where was brendan?


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[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]    William was thriving in his mid twenties. No attachments in his life - save for the shamble that was his family, but he supposed it was all he ever knew - with no wife, no kids, not even any damn animal that he felt obliged to feed every once in a while (how many times a week did one have to feed - say - a dog, or something?). A part of him was surprised to find little cousin Eddie had settled down since they'd last seen each other, something which Will in a million years had not quite expected. He thought Eddie was like him; he thought he was better than that.

And now, Ed was stuck with, not one, not even two, but three buggers to take care of! Absolutely crazy to think of, huh? Well, William supposed Blake could take care of herself, but the same could not be said for the two little crawling gremlins. If Eddie or Blake were unable to take care of their two children, then somebody else had to. It was like some twenty four hour surveillance seven days a week thing, and holy shit must that be exhausting.

Thank God William was the very worst with children, else he would probably have kids palmed off onto him at some point. Sure, he ought to be a little more sensitive about the topic - Charlotte and Thomas were literally his niece and nephew, or first cousins once removed if he wanted to get technical with it - but he couldn't help but feel somewhat awkward around them.

Adults were easier to handle. Adults didn't puke or shit on him (for the most part, William supposed and he sure as hell hoped not) and they didn't throw toys around the room, just asking to hit somebody else on the head. They didn't wail in that God awful nasally pitch when they cried, and didn't tend to wake others up in the night with their persistent screeching for food or a diaper change. And if he thought the young ones were bad, then just wait until they were Henry and Ida's age. Those little shits were now old enough to talk back to adults.

It wasn't even socially acceptable to thrust the middle finger into a child's face. Sure, they probably didn't even understand what the sign meant, but people still tended to get butt-hurt over the entire matter. So, count William out; he was not fit for children, not even for a couple hours to babysit them. And so, it was somewhat alarming to find him stepping into the room as he heard his two younger cousins, namely Ida, being a brat to Milo. ❝ Hey- I don't think Milo deserved that sass from you. ❞ William pointed out with furrowed brows as he rested his hands on his hips. Ida tipped her head up and pursed her lips towards William before mockingly repeating his words under her breath. Will blinked, a pained closed lip smile slowly growing on his lips as he looked away.

Sadly, it was not socially acceptable to dropkick a child, either.

// william is such a lil bitch i'm dead




[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||


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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]

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