[ There are a handful of things in the world that Calintz Duskrider is grateful for: his friends, his family, his house and his beautiful wife. So you can imagine the kind of alarm bells that go off in his head at the sight of a really, really large tree -- which he was pretty sure wasn't there in their yard just this morning.
Cue a low whistle as he comes to a stop at the base of it, hands on his hips as he watches one Anton Reyes Dela Cruz, his not-so-little little brother by merit of the kid's associations with his father, the other woman of the house ( because outside of the kitchen, Wu Mei's pretty darn good, ) and his adoptive family -- climbing up said tree. ] I actually... don't think I can jump that.
[ Okay, time for damage control.
( He really hopes it isn't really... damage control. )
Have one riskbreaker sliding in through the front door, Rilea. ]
Honey? [ She's probably in the kitchen, but he's calling out anyway. ] That's a really... big... tree... outside. Were you gardening again?
[Red Flag #1: She said "Mm-hm", not "Insert Witty Rilea Heartnet Grade Statement Here" or "Yeah/Yes/Yep" or "I have no idea what you are talking about, Mister" or "Oh my gosh, hi, I didn't think you'd be back so soon!".
Red Flag #2: She hasn't even turned in your direction yet, because she appears to be very busy with the potted plants that she and Aria take care of around the kitchen.
Red Flag #3: Lunch appears to be cooking itself all around her, together with midafternoon snacks, dinner, desert, and possibly breakfast for the next day.
Red Flag #4: You may now see why nobody in the house is doing chores, because the chores are doing themselves in their own respective areas.
Your lovely wife, Calintz Duskrider, is a Stress Do All The Things Especially Gardening kind of girl. The amount of work she is doing is always equally proportional to the amount of stress she is under, in some fashion.]
Third-- okay, he's coming over and weaving around the broom and dust pan that's taken a life of their own, past the vacuum cleaner, the feather duster ( cough cough wew what the heck, really ) and everything else that's in his way. ]
Babydoll, light of my life, you are amazing-- [ as if there was ever ay question about it in his eyes ] --are we expecting company?
[ The note that swings up on the last syllable of that last word is fighting for neutrality -- nope, totally nothing amiss, someone please clue him in--
[Now she's looking in your direction, with a bemused smile. Whatever gave you the impression that there was some sort of special occasion? Nothing is wrong at all!
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Cue a low whistle as he comes to a stop at the base of it, hands on his hips as he watches one Anton Reyes Dela Cruz, his not-so-little little brother by merit of the kid's associations with his father, the other woman of the house ( because outside of the kitchen, Wu Mei's pretty darn good, ) and his adoptive family -- climbing up said tree. ] I actually... don't think I can jump that.
[ Okay, time for damage control.
( He really hopes it isn't really... damage control. )
Have one riskbreaker sliding in through the front door, Rilea. ]
Honey? [ She's probably in the kitchen, but he's calling out anyway. ] That's a really... big... tree... outside. Were you gardening again?
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[Red Flag #1: She said "Mm-hm", not "Insert Witty Rilea Heartnet Grade Statement Here" or "Yeah/Yes/Yep" or "I have no idea what you are talking about, Mister" or "Oh my gosh, hi, I didn't think you'd be back so soon!".
Red Flag #2: She hasn't even turned in your direction yet, because she appears to be very busy with the potted plants that she and Aria take care of around the kitchen.
Red Flag #3: Lunch appears to be cooking itself all around her, together with midafternoon snacks, dinner, desert, and possibly breakfast for the next day.
Red Flag #4: You may now see why nobody in the house is doing chores, because the chores are doing themselves in their own respective areas.
Your lovely wife, Calintz Duskrider, is a Stress Do All The Things Especially Gardening kind of girl. The amount of work she is doing is always equally proportional to the amount of stress she is under, in some fashion.]
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Second thought: OKAY, WHAT HAPPENED.
Third-- okay, he's coming over and weaving around the broom and dust pan that's taken a life of their own, past the vacuum cleaner, the feather duster ( cough cough wew what the heck, really ) and everything else that's in his way. ]
Babydoll, light of my life, you are amazing-- [ as if there was ever ay question about it in his eyes ] --are we expecting company?
[ The note that swings up on the last syllable of that last word is fighting for neutrality -- nope, totally nothing amiss, someone please clue him in--
--oh wait, everybody is out. ]
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[Now she's looking in your direction, with a bemused smile. Whatever gave you the impression that there was some sort of special occasion? Nothing is wrong at all!
(Except everything!)]
Why?