[ Juvia whines quietly, dragging her hands down her face-- only spreading the sparkles across her skin even more. He makes a good point though, she can at least remain as anonymous as she wants when it comes to hiding her face. ]
What about your baby, Lance?
[ She gestures to his egg, to junior. ] Won't it need more warmth?
[ ah.. yes... Juvia smiles softly, edging a little closer to Lance. don't look her directly in the eye because u might be blinded by either her smile, or her sparkly skin ]
Really? [ She doesn't care about her own well being anymore, not with the chance of getting to be closer to the egg. ] Juvia will be especially careful with your child.
Do you think you could tell me about how he came into your life, on the way back, too?
[ She nods, ] It's fine. [ taking in the information he gives her with as much interest as she can, seeing as she's being dressed to The Nines™ with a baby strapped to her. ]
Sent an egg.. [ She repeats, mostly to herself, as he continues to explain how he came to be a dad. ] Did Keith ask around about it after telling you, to any Olympians?
[ But she stops, halfway onto putting the hood of his jacket atop her head. ]
Or is this something the natives shouldn't know, either..?
Ah, no, not really... [ his smile is a little wan. ]
Keith's kind of a naturally paranoid type to begin with, so he's kind of kept it close to his chest. And considering we're not really meant to be here in the first place...
[ he shrugs, absently running a hand through his wet hair. ]
[ She knows someone like that, so it doesn't surprise her hearing Keith has kept the baby to himself.. Literally, and figuratively. ] Juvia forgets that, sometimes. That we don't belong here. [ She tucks her hair into the jacket even further, her glow dimmed but still showing through the jacket.
There's a quick sigh, followed by a hand moving to the tiny baby beneath his jacket. ]
..B-But, Juvia is very good with kids. [ A LIE ] So, if you need assistance, you can always ask and you'll have my help. Keith won't have to be paranoid with Juvia around.
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What about your baby, Lance?
[ She gestures to his egg, to junior. ] Won't it need more warmth?
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[ alright, give him a minute here...
aha! ]
I know! Why don't you just carry him for the rest of the trip? That way he gets his warmth, and you still get to be covered. How's that?
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Really? [ She doesn't care about her own well being anymore, not with the chance of getting to be closer to the egg. ] Juvia will be especially careful with your child.
Do you think you could tell me about how he came into your life, on the way back, too?
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[ he gives her a look that's half-apologetic, half-surprised. ] Did I not say yet? Oh man, sorry about that!
[ he babbles so often to anyone who'll listen, he sometimes forgets what he's told to specific people. ]
It was real weird. One day Keith just texts me saying someone sent him an egg? Like — addressed to him and everything, but no return label!
[ all this he says as he helps her put the sling on, then covers her up with his oversized jacket. ]
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Sent an egg.. [ She repeats, mostly to herself, as he continues to explain how he came to be a dad. ] Did Keith ask around about it after telling you, to any Olympians?
[ But she stops, halfway onto putting the hood of his jacket atop her head. ]
Or is this something the natives shouldn't know, either..?
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Keith's kind of a naturally paranoid type to begin with, so he's kind of kept it close to his chest. And considering we're not really meant to be here in the first place...
[ he shrugs, absently running a hand through his wet hair. ]
Right now we're just kind of playing it by ear.
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There's a quick sigh, followed by a hand moving to the tiny baby beneath his jacket. ]
..B-But, Juvia is very good with kids. [ A LIE ] So, if you need assistance, you can always ask and you'll have my help. Keith won't have to be paranoid with Juvia around.
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Aww, where would we be without Auntie Juvia?