http://proteus-maximus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] elseworldexiles2007-08-16 09:29 pm

Reunion

Back at the hotel, after a night of knocking around street criminals, Morph's ready to drop a bombshell of good news - so he goes to wake up Irving - after resuming his normal form.

"Hey, kiddo, wake up. I gots news for you."

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Uppinatem?" repeats the sleepy boy, struggling to sit up. He pushes back the covers, revealing the Buzz Starman pajamas he has worn every night since his rescue from the rooftop. "Who ... I'm s'posed to brush my teeth first...."

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Irving yawns through a mumbled "Buzz Starman," then slips out from under the covers, his legs swinging against the bed as his bat-like wings flex and settle against his back. "Mama and Papa," he says quietly. "But--but--but ... was I a good 'nough boy? I didn't stay there--"

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
The little boy's eyes widen. "Honest an' for true? I can see Mama?" He hops off the bed and runs to hug Morph as tightly as he can. "Didja tell her I'm coming? Didja tell her I 'membered t'have milk with my pasghetti? Can--can--can I see her soon?"

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh--okay." He releases Morph and hops from one bare foot to the other, turning around slowly. "Golly ... I gotta get a bath. She'll check behind my ears an' I'll catch Hail Columbia if they're not clean...." He wanders over to the en suite bathroom, then stops and turns back to Morph. "Mr. Morph? Thank you lots."

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhhh." Irving's mouth makes a perfect circle, then his face brightens. "How about Papa? Is he in the hopsickle, too?"

[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Irving digs a toe into the plush carpet, his head drooping. "Oh. That's okay, Mr. Morph. I know you tried." He scratches his stomach. "'Scuse me. I gotta go take my bath now. You'll wait right here to take me to Mama, right?"