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Babysitter
Except for the times when they were goofing around together, Micro-Ice really did not understand what was going on in that genius mind of Thran's.
Well, sometimes he didn't understand what was going on in that genius mind when they were goofing around together, too, but that was beside the point.
What was the point was the defender who had been filling the role of an overprotective big brother for two (since Ahito was asleep at all times) when it came to his younger cousin was looking all nonchalant at this moment in time.
"I think I heard you wrong," the striker shook his head, "Where did you say Yuki was?"
"She went to look after the 4-year-old son of her neighbour's," Thran repeated, expanding an article on Technoids newest innovations that caught his eye on his holo-paper.
Micro-Ice, now confirmed he wasn't making things up, wanted to yell at his friend for being so indifferent about such a worrisome occasion.
"And why is that?" he asked, his voice at the verge of cracking, "She doesn't need the money, does she?"
"Of course she doesn't," Thran, for the first time, glanced at the raven haired boy, "She is doing it as a favour to them."
"I don't get it."
"That little boy really likes Yuki," Thran said, realizing he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his reading until he gave Micro-Ice a full explanation, "And his mom had to go to the other end of Akillian to attend to a funeral; she didn't take the boy with her because he has recently caught a cold and she didn't want to risk him getting sick on the way again."
Micro-Ice was listening to him with a serious frown on his face –an expression which Thran had seen on him for the first time.
"And is she a single-parent? Where is the father?" the blue-eyed boy asked somewhat hopefully.
"The father's home," Thran said, "He is working as a university professor and he couldn't go with his wife. It's a busy time for him though, so Yuki just goes and spends some time with the boy to keep him accompanied."
"So he is home?"
"Yes," Thran took a better look at his friend, "Why are you horrified?"
"Yuki is babysitting while the father is in there?"
"Yes, but the guy is actually a good father, he can look after his son, I know him too," Thran was a bit defensive now, "I admire his work. He works on atomic physics and has done some groundbreaking research... Yuki does it basically because she adores that little kid, they didn't even ask her for it, she volunteered."
Micro-Ice was not listening. He jumped to his feet and rushed out of the room. Thran might miss the connections but he was no fool. He couldn't leave Yuki alone in there with a filthy old man; babysitters were one of the most popular targets in porn movies. And a professor? That was a fetish all on its own!
He was going to grab a toy for the kid and drop by casually as if he just came to visit; he was awesome with kids, he was sure the boy would love him and he could give that old pervert a piece of his mind while he was there too.
But first, he had to go back and learn the address from Thran.
This one was for Gerkyhen who asked for "Micro-Ice babysitting". I'm not sure if this qualifies, I had a few ideas on how to do it (the first mental image being a failed Micro-Ice whining he will never hava children of his own), this one just stuck the longest (gives you a clear idea of my mind, doesn't it?).
Are prompts fun or what?