[Wow. Pride would be such a good at being one of those British royal guards. Sheila thinks this, and mercifully does not say it.
But while the coffee pot fills up, she grabs and returns with the paper bag. Belatedly I realize we never asked if the paper bag was covered in gore like Mercy "Chuck" Jingle. But if it was clean when they retrieved it, assume there's an old bloody fingerprint from Sheila holding it on one edge. It's fine.
She holds it up for inspection.]
Like I said, it can go right back in the closet if you don't want or need it.
[Since, you know, she does not know Pride enough to tell how they feel about this. Unfortunate.]
[fictional british... so glad i continue having zero clue who this is.
The words "keep her with you" give her war flashbacks to Harrow having a crisis over Gluttony being Gluttony, but she? Mostly? Manages to keep a straight face when she nods.]
... Thanks. [She lowers the bag, just holding it close to her.] I know it wasn't the real deal or whatever, but... If she's even a little bit like the girl we met, you have a wonderful, amazing daughter.
[Very fondly. Jingle deserves only the highest of praise from your local mom? After a beat, though:]
Oh, and by the way. When you find her, I hope you let us say hi or else we are going to give you sooooo much shit. Just saying.
[Pride did not consent to this adoption, and yet.]
[they meant it in a NICE way and not in a gluttony way, wow.
but. they pause through that, looking away.]
... She reminds me a lot of her mother. [they say, quietly. as for the rest, in a fond tone:] When I find her, I imagine I won't have a choice. She barely listens to me.
Oh... I'm sorry. That must've been a pretty big shock.
[Pride, your tragic backstory...]
But you know, it's cool that you're all in even though you found out recently. A lot of people would not do that. They'd run in the opposite direction, actually. So fucking irresponsible.
I have no idea what to do with her. I'm not built for... this. For being responsible for something so small. [she's not a fucking alien, pride.] But. I wouldn't run. Not from her.
She will reach over to gently place a hand on their shoulder if they allow it.]
First of all— Pride, you good? Sounded like you were spiraling. [That was so much to witness.] Secondly, that's how all new parents feel. Every single last one. Is anyone prepared to take care of someone so small and tiny? Fuck no! But that's what love is. Being there for them, caring for them, and not running away even when you're literally shitting yourself.
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But while the coffee pot fills up, she grabs and returns with the paper bag. Belatedly I realize we never asked if the paper bag was covered in gore like Mercy "Chuck" Jingle. But if it was clean when they retrieved it, assume there's an old bloody fingerprint from Sheila holding it on one edge. It's fine.
She holds it up for inspection.]
Like I said, it can go right back in the closet if you don't want or need it.
[Since, you know, she does not know Pride enough to tell how they feel about this. Unfortunate.]
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... [the bag was clean, sure, and pride sort of just looks at it for a long moment.]
It's not anything she would've worn normally. [they say, quietly.] Keep it.
The four of you cared about her. You should have something to keep her with you.
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The words "keep her with you" give her war flashbacks to Harrow having a crisis over Gluttony being Gluttony, but she? Mostly? Manages to keep a straight face when she nods.]
... Thanks. [She lowers the bag, just holding it close to her.] I know it wasn't the real deal or whatever, but... If she's even a little bit like the girl we met, you have a wonderful, amazing daughter.
[Very fondly. Jingle deserves only the highest of praise from your local mom? After a beat, though:]
Oh, and by the way. When you find her, I hope you let us say hi or else we are going to give you sooooo much shit. Just saying.
[Pride did not consent to this adoption, and yet.]
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but. they pause through that, looking away.]
... She reminds me a lot of her mother. [they say, quietly. as for the rest, in a fond tone:] When I find her, I imagine I won't have a choice. She barely listens to me.
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... Now, that sounds familiar. Have you considered reverse psychology? It never worked for me, but you might just pull it off.
[Because they are... themselves, ig. She will fetch them their coffee in a bit, though.]
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Hm. Maybe. [...] I prefer it this way. She will never let people walk all over her.
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[Mercy will never let people walk all over her because she will too busy blowing them up. Cannot believe Pride is never allowed to learn this.]
How old is she, anyway?
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[they tilt their head back.] Didn't even know about her until recently.
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[Pride, your tragic backstory...]
But you know, it's cool that you're all in even though you found out recently. A lot of people would not do that. They'd run in the opposite direction, actually. So fucking irresponsible.
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I have no idea what to do with her. I'm not built for... this. For being responsible for something so small. [she's not a fucking alien, pride.] But. I wouldn't run. Not from her.
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Jesus Christ.
She will reach over to gently place a hand on their shoulder if they allow it.]
First of all— Pride, you good? Sounded like you were spiraling. [That was so much to witness.] Secondly, that's how all new parents feel. Every single last one. Is anyone prepared to take care of someone so small and tiny? Fuck no! But that's what love is. Being there for them, caring for them, and not running away even when you're literally shitting yourself.
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... I'm fine. [they're just a dramatic bitch.] Don't really know a lot of parents.
[but they seem to take that reassurance okay, anyway.]
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Well... Now you know one! Sixteen years of experience stressing the fuck out, too. If you ever have another crisis, I'm just a text away.
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... Thank you. [that's genuine? wow.]
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You're welcome!
[And they will now get their coffee. How long does coffee take to make? A mystery, but it's done.]
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Message me again next week. [since this is still technically w2, wow.]
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[Time is fake. She's momentarily surprised, and then she nods.]
Gotcha! But no takebacks.
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[Pride may have made a mistake. It's fine.]