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I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s… It’s more than that.
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alanawalker:
Alana laughed. “Oh, I bet Phil would love that! Actually- that reminds me, Dr. Babineaux gave me something recently as a present. I think he sort of got the wrong idea, because me and Raleigh sometimes talk about Phil as like, the baby, since we split custody so it’s kind of like, a joke, you know- who’s turn is it to have the kid over at their place- but! Hang on!” She chirped, before wandering off to come back with a… highchair.
It slides up to the table well enough, and Phil comes to the table with minimal fussing. Alana is holding him like a bag of bread, and dumps him into the seat- though she doesn’t bother with the buckles. He seems perplexed by his new surroundings- but having finished the musical number he was just meowing along to and the movie paused on the television, he seems content enough to sit. He rearranges himself, mostly flopped onto the tray and eyeing up Jay curiously- and then the vegetables, meowing obnoxiously.
“There! And unlike like, a real baby, he doesn’t actually need to be strapped in, since it won’t hurt him if he hops out,” Alana said. Phil’s catfood bowl is picked up and plopped onto the tray. He seems interested in sniffing around at the small carrot coin Alana places on top for him. Satisfied that he’s preoccupied with his own meal, Alana takes her place at the table- brushing elbows with Jay.
“Dr. Kenneth called, he just wanted to see me in tomorrow since our last session got cut off a little abruptly. I told him we’d reschedule for Tuesday, since like, tomorrow’s my day off and we have to go get like, stuff for the house- and more clothes for you, duh, you can’t just wear PJs all day. I have a sewing kit to fix your sweater though, so you can at least put that on top when we go out tomorrow: there’s a washing machine in the backroom.” Alana pauses, contemplating that for a moment. “I mean, I guess you could wear PJs all day. Professors are like, eccentric, and anyways, does it really matter? I see people walking around in the weirdest outfits ever sometimes- very historical reenactment-esque. Especially patients in the hospital.” More thinking. “But like, practically speaking, we need to get you more clothes. So I rescheduled!”
Jay watches in mild fascination as Alana produces an entire highchair for her pet, blinking as his mind zig-zags between the unfamiliar doctor’s name, the fact that he apparently thinks his daughter has a child, and the fact that she is now using a baby’s chair for Phil the cat. It is not so much the idea that Phil has his own highchair that perplexes him so much as the idea that Alana either did not clarify or Doctor Babineaux didn’t feel the need to rescind the gift after the absurdity of his misunderstanding. Not that Jay would have, either... and Phil seemed content enough up there. He glances at Raleigh a moment, as if to confirm this with him, and then breaks into soft laughter.
As he passes the highchair, he runs a hand over Phil’s head. His thumb rubs at his velvety nose before he’s too far to touch, having taken a seat beside Alana. His chuckling finally fades. “I guess that suits him.” He makes no further comment on the matter, seemingly pleased with his daughter’s explanation. “Thank you for dinner, Alana.” Her lower arm gets a little squeeze, right over the elbow.
His dark eyes flicker at the mention of a sewing kit, and his broad shoulders drop a little, satisfied with the confirmation. “I could,” he said, briefly smoothing the sleeve of his pajama top, “but I do like my cable-knit.” He looked amusingly out of place in most of the clean-cut, trim clothes he wore to lectures, like the body beneath was better suited for heavy hiking equipment, but this did not seem to perturb him from wearing them in the slightest. He cocks an eyebrow as she talks, idly chewing on a forkful of the carrots and unwittingly looking at Phil while he did it like he expected the cat to tell him how good they were.
“Well...” he taps his utensil against the side of the plate. “I suppose that makes sense. If they came here before us.” If they died before us.
I’ll find my arbiter alone in waters seething, timber teeming, not the leaves of ancient tomes
azurejayw:
Jay returns just as light-footed as he left, and if it weren’t for a creaky floorboard he wasn’t familiar with, likely wouldn’t have gone announced at all. He smells vaguely like floral soap, and his hair rests in dark curls against his forehead, heavy with moisture. The pajamas Alana picked out for him fit, for the most part, as long as he doesn’t bring his arms up over his head. He looks a lot less intimidating than he had in the forest, in any case.
Being polite, he doesn’t interrupt Phil’s singing, but he does stop in the hallway entrance for a few seconds to observe. When he moves again, it’s to come to rest near the couch, leaning a hip against its side.
”Quite the talent.”
“Phil loves to sing- he just likes feeling included in people things generally, but especially likes it when he gets to watch his favourite movies. Tangled’s probably at the top of that list,” Alana says. She’s in the middle of setting the table, though it does take her awhile to rummage around for enough utensils.
“Note to self- we need to grab some more forks and stuff at the shops, while we’re getting clothes,” she announces out loud. “Do you guys wanna sit with Phil while we eat? Or should we have dinner at the table?” she asks.
Alana’s phone buzzes, shaking around on the table. It draws Phil’s eye briefly, though he ignores it to continue meowing along to the musical chorus on TV. Alana hurries over to pick it up, swiping to see the name- and frowns, before wandering back into the kitchen to take the call. She’s speaking a little more loudly than she’s aware of, pacing around as she moves things from the stove to the counter top.
“Tomorrow? Oh, no- I can’t. Can we reschedule? I know you wanted to discuss- yes, I’m aware, and I know- no, I know- you still have the copy of? Right, right. But something big happened- I’ll give you the details later- over an e-mail, now’s just not a great time- mhmm. Yes, I know. I’ll speak to- no, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. You don’t need to- I can do it myself. You want to? Well- no, really, I should, since- I mean, if you’re already going out to dinner with him… Right, okay, Tuesday works. Tuesday, then- ciao!”
Alana walks back out to put her phone back down on the table, Phil’s tail swishing as she briefly obscures the TV as she places it on top of the wood. “Just Dr. Kenneth,” she explains. “Anyways, dinner’s more or less done. And I found enough forks!”
A soft, scratchy hum indicates Jay’s acknowledgement, and he’s drifted close enough to the table to set a few of the utensils in their proper spots as Alana scurries back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. There’s a soothing quality to the repetition of motion, and the mundaneness of setting the table with his daughter. Eating alone after knowing the company of sharing a meal with someone close to you had been one of the most painful parts of losing her.
It was difficult to dwell on sad things with Phil singing his heart out, though, and Jay wasn’t disturbed by these thoughts, nor did they last. He adjusted a crooked butter knife without a word, only glancing in Alana’s direction when she left to answer her phone. He’d always been insistent on allowing her her privacy, and when she had been a teenager given her as much space as he thought was appropriate - he trusted her to tell him things she thought were important for him to know, after all - and so almost automatically turned his head away to try and tune into whatever musical number her joint-custody cat had invested himself in. He placed the last fork at Raleigh’s spot at the table before he did his own. All water under the bridge, it seemed.
When Alana returned (and with a fork, too), he gestured to the table a little absently. “We could pull up a chair for him,” the cat, “since it’s already set.” Apparently he had already accepted that Phil simply needed to be involved in things.
rainsoverraleigh:
Raleigh takes off his shoes and leaves them by the door, carefully stepping around Phil as he does so. He walks over to the couch and shrugs off his bag, which the cat immediately starts to attack. Raleigh sighs, gently nudging Phil away with his leg. “Can you stop that, little man?” Phil gives an indignant meow and hops up on the couch. “Such attitude..” Raleigh rolls his eyes, but obliges the cat with a quick scratch under his chin before going to set up the movie.
The opening scene of Tangled starts, and Phil meows in excitement. Raleigh grabs his laptop. “Alana,” he says, just loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. “I’m gonna email you the all bureaucratic shit the library makes us send out to newcomers– the stipend signup and employment stuff should be in there, for when your dad’s ready.”
…
“Do you want me to send the library card signup form, too?”
“That sounds great!” Alana chimes from the kitchen. There’s a strange assortment of noises- clunks, clatters, the hiss of flame, but it seems like the situation is mostly under control. “Dad was a professor back when- well, in Aurora. Human anatomy and physiology. He’s a real smart cookie- and why I’m a med student to begin with,” she laughed, the sound of a wooden spoon clattering against the side of a pot audible. Soft thunks of a knife rocking into wood resound.
“I think it’d be nice. He’s probably going to want to hunt down all of the books and field guides on local wildlife- he’s an outdoorsman, I already told you about that. I can let him borrow my card until it processes through the system though, I know it can take a little while.” There’s a soft sound of metal being unfolded, the steamer basket propped up on thin legs.
“It’s going to be pretty late by the time we finish dinner and Phil’s had his fill of movies- I can set up the couch for you later, I wouldn’t want you out travelling at night. Middlehollow’s not that rough of a place- but still, you know?” She asked rhetorically. A little egg timer ticked away, clicking steadily.
“That’d be nice,” Raleigh said. He looked a little relieved by the offer, almost as if he was afraid of the dark. But that’d be silly. He was a vampire, after all. If anything, he should be afraid of the light.
Yeah, no.
Now that he was dead and wasn’t limited by a lethal aversion to sunlight, Raleigh fucking hated the dark. His house had nightlights for a reason, and it wasn’t because of Phil like he always says. Speaking of–
Phil meows. Rhythmically.
Raleigh sighs, and unsuccessfully tries to shush the cat.
Jay returns just as light-footed as he left, and if it weren’t for a creaky floorboard he wasn’t familiar with, likely wouldn’t have gone announced at all. He smells vaguely like floral soap, and his hair rests in dark curls against his forehead, heavy with moisture. The pajamas Alana picked out for him fit, for the most part, as long as he doesn’t bring his arms up over his head. He looks a lot less intimidating than he had in the forest, in any case.
Being polite, he doesn’t interrupt Phil’s singing, but he does stop in the hallway entrance for a few seconds to observe. When he moves again, it’s to come to rest near the couch, leaning a hip against its side.
”Quite the talent.”
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