#hahahhaa

kieran scrambles to push the tools away from the ledge of the table, far from kyros's back. his arm waves frantically to rid the air of smoke and the fumes of melting metal.

"lookit da buddle," kyros demands, little brows forming a v together on his forehead when kieran still hasn't looked into his palm.

meanwhile, the menacing screwdrivers are rolling down. small nails and screwa slide and zigzag their way closer to the kid's body and kieran is stressing out. "Ro, we can play outside."

"pease lookit da buddle!" kyros squeaks in frustration. he has things to do, after all.

kieran sighs, opening his hand. there, on his palm, rests exactly what he expected— a lump of blue clay, impressed with tiny finger dents and the ridges of his own hand prints.

he doesn't know what he's looking at, really. but the pride on kyros's face is enough to make him crack a smile. "it's nice, buddy."

"lookit." says kyros again, a plastic giraffe now in his fingers. which he tilts forward, making its nose hit the thing of clay. "schlooop."

"oh." kieran nods, finally getting it. his heart melts like metal under a hundred degrees. "a puddle."

then, kyros's little nose scrunches. "keewi, stinky."

kieran panics as it clicks in his mind. And he's running kyros out of his room, away from the smoke—

Later, when it hardens, kyros's giraffe gets to drink from the melted plate. Now dubbed, "shiny buddle."

luke & lucian:

this is his third take. one didn't go well—dumb camera—, two was somewhat fine besides the sound of the door opening behind the camera.

now, take three would have a moody, ghost haired little boy clinging to his chest.

"wook." lucian murmurs sleepily, playing with the lock of his brother's hair he can reach on the nape of his neck.

"yeah, stink?" luke hisses as his camera glitches out again. picture in the preview flickering, presets disappearing. video frozen on his half-blinking, startled face. he groans.

meanwhile, lucian's nose has scrunched up. "m'not 'tink."

with one hand reselecting presets, luke kisses his brother's silly little head, "no, you're not. i just wanted to call you that."

"why?"

"cause it's fun."

"no it not," lucian frowns. "mama take me a bath."

luke snorts. a dimple of a smirk on his mischievous features. "okay, okay. you smell like purple flowers."

lucian settles and snuggles up to him again. "tank yoo.''

giving up on his self-tape for now, he flicks the camera with his fingers like he would kieran's forehead and walks back to his bed, finally propping lucian up properly. "okay, smelly, there's a party in my room because...?"

lucian baps his chin. "i no 'melly!"

"yeah you do," luke grins, nuzzling his cheek. overexaggerated sniffing as he tickles. "you smelly good."

lucian giggles, pushing his face away as he begins to nip on his cheeks.

"did you lose your way to kier's room?"

"no." lucian grins, gradients of a giggle still in his voice. "kee-wan still sweepin'. and keero. and papa too. no friends to play."

luke's brows knit together. he's taken by the lonely glaze of sadness over lucian's face. how something so simple as waking alone can be shattering to a little heart. a frown tugs on the corners of his mouth. "oh, i see."

lucian blinks at him. "wanna to play, poopie?"

luke's sadness morphs to a deadpan annoyance. "that's... not how you do it."

"poo-poo!" lucian laughs, because he thinks he's the funniest one in this family. he screams when luke tosses him up and catches him.

"alright, smelly, you win. I'll do my self-tape later." luke rolls his eyes. seemingly conceding against his will, but really he'll take any excuse to procrastinate. his camera light blinks from the distance.

"huh," he checks the footage it had recorded. his possessed camera having a mind of its own paying off for once. for it had zoomed in and caught every microexpression on his face during his conversation with lucian.

"ooo, hamsum." lucian coos, watching the playback too. half referring to luke, and half referring to just the top of his head and his eyes peeking in the frame.

luke nods, satisfied. and greatly in shock, but he won't question why the powers that be sent him a miracle in the form of a tiny booger baby in the shape of his boss-father.

luke shuts his camera off and flips lucian to hold him by the ankles. suddenly, he's a theatrical villain. laughing maniacally like the cartoons and swinging the little boy around like a hammer throw. "alright, smelly, in the toilet you go."

"noo!" lucian's laughter bounces off the walls as he squirms. finally having someone to play with.

this was SO FUN to do omg i love the biggies & the littles. thanks for sending in that ask! they would probably be really good students & use their skills and majors & totally crush sy's missions. easy peasy.