"They're just not symmetrical!"
Glancing up from her magazine, Liz frowned. Currently occupying their extravagant living room was Angel Evans, completely engrossed in the hammer and block set Kilik had given her, oblivious to the carnage around her. The weapon smiled, she obviously had inherited her father's laidback personality.
"I don't think she has enough hair Kiddo-kun." Patty blinked beside the child, studying the two white pigtails he'd been desperately trying to rearrange for the past hour. Her face then lit up, pounding one fist into her hand. "Let's put a wig on her!"
"I can't deal with this abomination!" Kid was currently splayed across the marble flooring, face pressed against the cold stone. "I'm trash, trash you hear?!"
"I don't think Maka would appreciate you calling her baby an abomination anyway." Liz tossed the magazine onto the couch, moving out of her chair and towards said toddler.
"You know that's not what I meant." Kid glanced up from his pouting. "The child is distinctly symmetrical in all other aspects." It was then he began to cry, falling back into his despair. "Her hair on the other hand!"
Liz sat down beside the trio, watching Angel smash the small wooden hammer against Kids head, laughing hysterically alongside Patty. Gently she pulled out both small hair bands from the child's hair, running her fingers through the wispy pale locks.
"What about plaits?"
Kid dared peek out towards Liz, skull still receiving blows . "Eh?"
"Two plaited pigtails either side. The hair at the bottom isn't long enough yet for high pigtails, so just do low plaits."
Kid began to process the imagery.
Right-O.
Left-O.
Right-O.
Left-O.
"Liz, you are a genius!"
The meister bounded up, proceeding to scoop Angel into his arms, placing her onto the couch and step back, hairbrush and bands in either hand. "Now, they will both have to have exactly 800 strands each side…"
As Angel pondered her godfather and Patty copied their Meisters pose, Liz exhaled. "God of Death indeed."