"Wakey wakey," Lyla floated around Miguel's head.
"What now?" He stretched, sending his feet back into the warm rays.
"Jess doesn't want you sleeping too far through lunch. Especially since you still have to, y'know, go to bed at a decent time."
"Is it lunch time?" He scratched his back and made his way inside.
First stop for him was the bathroom.
"Didn't Jess tell you not to take your diaper off?"
"I'm not going to take it off, I'm going to pull it down," he pulled at the handle. Didn't move. He twisted and yanked again. The door shuddered, but the handle still stayed the same.
"Ni de coña." He growled, pulling harder at the door.
"What's wrong boss? Is it locked?" She smiled, leaning on his shoulder. He responded by biting at her, causing her to disappear and reappear a foot away.
"Jess?"
"I'm right here," she called from the couch, "Are you ready for lunch?"
"I need to go."
"Do you want a pb&j sandwich?" She dismissed the comment, standing to fix him a simple meal, "Do you still like orange marmalade?"
"I do. That doesn't change that I need to go!"
Jess took the jam out of the pantry, opening it for him to have a couple of sandwiches.
Mig leaned on the counter, stamping his foot, "Stop ignoring me, Jessica!"
She raised a brow to that action, "I already told you, you're not going back to HQ. It's only been a day. Maybe by the end of this week I'll let you go."
"That's not what I'm talking about," he huffed.
The sprite floated over towards Spiderwoman, "Maybe that nap wasn't quite long enough."
She handed him his plate, with a cup of koolaid, "If you're going to start fussing you can eat your lunch in here. Come in the front room when you're done."
"Stop ignoring me!"
"Shouting," Jess pointed to his nose, causing him pause, "Will not get you your way. If you aren't hungry I'll put your food away and you can eat it for dinner. If you are, sit down and eat."
2099 set his jaw slightly in frustration, making a face Jess thought was beyond adorable.
"Eat your lunch. When you're done you can come sit with me in the front and we can play a game."
Mig bounced in place uncomfortably as his caretaker gave him her back.
"You shouldn't be super hungry, breakfast was pretty filling. And you had the yogurt and fruit"
"Càllete," he sat with a huff, putting his cheek in his palm.
"So cranky," Lyla tsked, looking at his stats again
Mig recomposed himself. Fine, fine! He was just fine. He would eat his sandwiches and play along for now. Eventually Jess would get distracted with something and he would find the other bathroom.
"Look at you, eating all your food like a good boy."
"I'm going to ignore you," he sipped his juice, putting the dishes in the sink.
With that done, he found his way to Jess. She was relaxing on the couch, reading a magazine.
"Are you done with your tantrum?"
He was almost insulted by the comment, "I was not having a tantrum. You were ignoring me!"
"Looked like a tantrum to me. Let's replay it," Lyla pulled up a small screen, replaying Miguel stomping his foot.
He bared his fangs at her while Jess merely grinned.
"Come sit with me, you can play your game," she held up his console, "Show me what games you have."
Mig got mildly excited, sitting down and turning his steampad on.
He went into detail on every game he had in his expansive catalog. Fighting games, a few idle games, rpgs, a lot of strategy and stealth games. She could tell which were his favorites by how much more he gushed while giving her information on the summary and game play.
"Yeah, Virgil and I have a few multiplayer ones. He tends to like the strategy ones while I'm more into the fighting and racing one," she joined in with her own preferences.
"Do you play together often?" Mig asked, shifting in his seat.
"Yeah, normally when he has his off days he likes to kick back and enjoy some games. Most of the time I'll join him. I know him and his friends went to an arcade a few weeks ago and it was all he talked about for a while."
"Did…you tell me about that?"
"Yep, me, Peter and you talked about it, but your head was probably somewhere else."
"I vaguely remember," another shift.
By this point they had been talking for a little over an hour. Making it nearly six hours since he last went to the toilet. His bladder was beginning to throb.
"Jess?" He squirmed.
She already knew what he was about to ask, "I'm not unlocking it until you go."
"You don't really expect me to use this? I let you put this silly thing on me, isn't that enough?"
"Nah," she shook his head by the chin, "I need the full experience. After all, in a couple weeks I'll need to be a pro."
"I'll get Mayday from Peter for you if it's that serious. I really need to use the bathroom."
Jess tried not to smile at how desperate he was beginning to sound, "I'll make you a deal. If you hold it until dinner, not only will I unlock the bathroom, I'll leave it unlocked and you don't have to do anything other than wear the diaper for decoration. Deal?"
"When is dinner?"
"Six."
Miguel did the quick math. Ok. That was 4 hours. If he didn't drink or eat anything else and avoided anything making contact with his stomach he should be able to make it. He's gone longer before without stopping.
"Give me your word on it," he pointed.
She put her hand up solemnly, "I swear I won't make you use it if you can hold it until six. But if you wet it, then you have to use them for three days, no fussing."
"I'm a witness, she gave you her word."
Ok. Just four hours. That wasn't long. He just needed something to distract himself with.
"Deal. Want to play a game?"