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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=1px; height: 140px; width: 380px; opacity: 0.5; border-radius: 25px 75px 25px 75px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; color: black;][i][b]IC [align=center]Wyatt nodded with a sigh and slipped out of the patriotic room and through the cozy corridor. The chatters of the already awake household echoed through the abode, and they made him smile. Pip's irritated, moody accent growled, "Keep your bloody sausages off of the rolls!" And a young boy's voice in return, "B-bu-but momma, I'm hungry!" "I don't care, Francis, you won't starve! Go play with your siblings." All that could be heard was the door opening and shutting again as the child ran out side, the arguing and laughing of the rest of the busy household echoing through the victor's ears. He stretched and yawned, stepping into the living room. "Good Morning, all!" Pip gave a brief wave as she chimed, "Good morn, Wyatt." And with that, she bent over the stove to flip another scrambled egg to add to the massive pile. Princey's cheery voice could be heard chattering over the phone a few rooms over. The british woman turned, grabbing two pitchers, one with orange juice and the other with apple. "So, where is your lovely wife?" "Oh, she's just taking a quick shower." He gave a confirming yawn, settling down into a chair before being bombarded with children who had begun calling him 'Uncle' at Ace's suggestion. "She'll...be down... in a minute!" He managed to make out in between sentences in chattery responses to squeaky questions bombarding him from all angles. Tired of it all, the British woman turned like a red coat on a Yankee. "All of you blimey wankers! Get your arses into a seat or outside, and quit bloody bothering our poor guest and me while you are at it! Your sister doesn't like the noise and is booting me for it!" She shouted, snapping her fingers angrily, her green eyes ablaze with irritation. And sure enough, they got ahold of themselves and settled down. "Much be-" She was cut off by a sharp pain as the child kicked again. "Bloody hell.............!" She said with a grimace and a moan, whipping back around angrily to continue her cooking. It was all just too much for the poor woman. illegitimate children and a relationship, chattery, superficial, perverse husband, a whole fleet of hooligans for spawn, Not to mention the extra moodiness from the whole pregnancy thing. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she felt like collapsing onto the hot burners. Too early, too much.......... It was truly a pitiful sight. Then Princey stepped around the corner. "Darrrrrling, you'll have to watch the children again for the weekend! Reginald has invited me for a weekend golf parlor!" This. was. her. breaking point! Wyatt flinched as he watched her face turn red with stress, anger, pain and overload all at once. It certainly wasn't pretty. Now, wyatt decided, would be an appropriate time to take leave as he turned red in fright and shuffled back down the hall way and into the bedroom, shutting the door as Pip's rage and hurt was very audible from a distance. And scarier than a cyclone first hand. Luna could probably even hear it through all the doors and walls. Forget the irish- the british were the true ones with the temper. Or so it seemed with Pip. [/fancypost] |
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