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09.Mar.12, 03:29 AM
Volfetti inquiring about his face had startled R’nd back out of his determined responsible father delusion. He had forgotten about his charming marking! Since N’gelt hit him, it was constantly on his mind and even had the bluerider changing some of his routines so he wouldn’t be seen in public nearly as often as he normally would be but he had been distracted from the moment he opened the door to find Volfetti looking for him. Understandably he had good reason to forget everything else after Benden was introduced. His hand was immediately lifting to the bruise and while Volfetti had wanted to touch or inspect it, R’nd tried to cover it and looked away, ashamed at both earning such a mark and at having a beautiful woman see it.
Luckily, or not, he was saved from having to answer right away as another question was thrown at him? “Do I –what?” R’nd was glad the automatic ‘no’ didn’t slip out in response since that would have gone against his declaration of trying to be a father. Not like what he ended up saying was any better. Almost reluctantly, acting as if either the baby might contaminate him or he might break the brat, R’nd held his arms out. He nearly pulled them back when Benden made some strange gurgling sound that may have been a prelude to spitting up and while R’nd was without a shirt, he wasn’t sure if that made any clean ups better or not. No, he could do this! Grey eyes studied the way Volfetti held the boy and tried to place his hands where hers were as she passed Benden over. Forget his head everything was big about the baby but his mouth had gone dry and words didn’t seem to want to form right then, which was probably a good thing given Volfetti’s reaction to the brat already being called fat.
Awkwardly, R’nd shifted Benden, trying to find a comfortable way to hold the tubby brat but didn’t think it was possible given his weight and how fragile he seemed to be. R’nd suddenly had a new respect for the woman before him as she had carried the kid for nine months and was now still lugging him around strapped to her. She was strong, inside and out. But all of that admiration for Volfetti hadn’t quite rubbed off onto Benden as R’nd stared at the child being handled but not entirely held and comforted like he knew he should be doing. He could see a bit of himself in Benden and it was surreal, leaving grey eyes wide and brain trying to shut down once again.
Now was a good time for an explanation about his face since even that hated topic sounded amazing right then and he looked back up at Volfetti, “I was arrogant and combined gloating and teasing and said something to someone that I shouldn’t have. It was a poor decision but at least I know a bit more about his personality and that if you don’t make him mad, he might tolerate you.” Volfetti was probably already regretting her decision at asking him to help raise their child given who he was but that confession probably didn’t help any. “You know that’s not normal for me, right, Fet? I’m not going to bring trouble to your door. Where is your door?” Was she still living in the Candidates Barracks? R’nd had no idea what had been decided for the new mother.
Luckily, or not, he was saved from having to answer right away as another question was thrown at him? “Do I –what?” R’nd was glad the automatic ‘no’ didn’t slip out in response since that would have gone against his declaration of trying to be a father. Not like what he ended up saying was any better. Almost reluctantly, acting as if either the baby might contaminate him or he might break the brat, R’nd held his arms out. He nearly pulled them back when Benden made some strange gurgling sound that may have been a prelude to spitting up and while R’nd was without a shirt, he wasn’t sure if that made any clean ups better or not. No, he could do this! Grey eyes studied the way Volfetti held the boy and tried to place his hands where hers were as she passed Benden over. Forget his head everything was big about the baby but his mouth had gone dry and words didn’t seem to want to form right then, which was probably a good thing given Volfetti’s reaction to the brat already being called fat.
Awkwardly, R’nd shifted Benden, trying to find a comfortable way to hold the tubby brat but didn’t think it was possible given his weight and how fragile he seemed to be. R’nd suddenly had a new respect for the woman before him as she had carried the kid for nine months and was now still lugging him around strapped to her. She was strong, inside and out. But all of that admiration for Volfetti hadn’t quite rubbed off onto Benden as R’nd stared at the child being handled but not entirely held and comforted like he knew he should be doing. He could see a bit of himself in Benden and it was surreal, leaving grey eyes wide and brain trying to shut down once again.
Now was a good time for an explanation about his face since even that hated topic sounded amazing right then and he looked back up at Volfetti, “I was arrogant and combined gloating and teasing and said something to someone that I shouldn’t have. It was a poor decision but at least I know a bit more about his personality and that if you don’t make him mad, he might tolerate you.” Volfetti was probably already regretting her decision at asking him to help raise their child given who he was but that confession probably didn’t help any. “You know that’s not normal for me, right, Fet? I’m not going to bring trouble to your door. Where is your door?” Was she still living in the Candidates Barracks? R’nd had no idea what had been decided for the new mother.
