Sometimes the only way to win...
Kids Ages: 13/11/9
"Look how many bags I can hold!" Citrine stood, legs planted wide, straining arms strung up with canvas bags of groceries.
"Don't hurt yourself," Steven warned, his owns hands heavy with gallons of milk and juice. Citrine took a wobbly step and her sandaled foot sunk deep in the sand. "Can you even walk with all those?"
"Uh…" Her eyes followed the path up, up, up toward the house, "… yeah… maybe?"
Cairn and Morion stood next to Connie as she scrutinized the back of the loaded van, "I never realize how much we buy until its time to carry it all up the stairs…"
Morion smiled and handed Cairn a bag, "Hurry, before Citrine takes all of them!"
"She's not going anywhere fast," Cairn laughed, racing past her and then Steven.
"Morion?" Connie asked.
"Yes, Mom?" Ri answered innocently.
"…be good," she smiled and made her way up the path, nearly colliding with Cairn on his way back down the stairs.
Morion smiled and handed Cairn another bag. Cairn raced back past Citrine who was determinedly making her way up the sandy slope.
"You sure you don't want me to take some of those?" Ri called out to Citrine. She shook her head vigorously and hefted her arms up higher as she staggered forward. "Kay! You're doin' great!"
Morion crawled up into the van, and waited for Cairn to return.
By the time the van was empty, Cairn had made the same number of trips as Citrine had been able to hold bags on her single trip. Connie and Steven were making quick work of putting everything away when Morion entered with a large package of paper towels.
Handing them to Steven, Ri scampered to the fridge and pulled out a juice box, humming energetically, and climbed into a bar stool at the kitchen counter.
"That went quick this time," Steven noted, sliding the extra paper towels onto the shelf above the fridge.
"Thanks to Morion's little competition," Connie winked.
"Oh?" Steven looked over Ri's curls into the living room, "So, who won?"
Morion turned back to see Cairn and Citrine spread out on the couch, exhausted, sweat soaked bodies in a tired, messy heap, "I did."
A/N:
...is not to play.
Super Short Chapter that has been on my tumblr for a while. (Follow QuartizineTrioFic if you want sneak peeks, art, and behind the scenes stuff, also taking asks!) Wasn't going to post it here at all but the chapter I'm posting tomorrow(?) is also pretty short (Just a Trace). The one that I'm posting after that (Warp Tour: Pocket Edition) is ready and it is almost 5k words. I think I'll post it thursday since I'm still really bummed we have to wait a whole extra month for Nightmare Hospital!