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The Science of Sexuality, Monday
After there was a so damn handwavey announcement for that Ethics class of Skywalker’s to join them today, there might have been a few new faces. This could only bode well for all the students. Really now.
Really.
“Hello, all,” John began, as jovially as he could, “We... have been speaking to professor Skywalker about our efforts here, and we thought it might be a good idea to, er, team up. To teach you all about childcare.”
“As he is the expert,” Sherlock chimed in dryly. Because that was helpful today.
Anakin glared at Sherlock. “Ethics class has traditionally worked with droid babies to teach you the downside of lust combined with ineffective birth control. Pairing up our classes seemed logical.” Until he remembered he’d be working with Sherlock.
John discretely maneuvered himself between Anakin and Sherlock. Discretely. “Right. So we’ve talked about pregnancy, and about everything that happens when you’re pregnant. As well as birth control,” he continued. “This is just the next step. We want you to take care of these babies until next Monday.” He smiled. Or tried to. “I... hope you all kept the folders we gave you.”
“And if you neglected to prepare,” Sherlock began with a faint smile. “Well. I suppose now would be the time to research. Wouldn’t you?”
“As well as you can, at least,” Anakin grumbled. “Children don’t come with owner’s manuals.” He’d checked. “The droid babies will react like any other child: you can’t leave them alone for even a minute, they’ll demand food, dry bottoms, naps and to be held and babbled at. If they don’t get what they want, they’ll cry.”
Loudly. For hours.
“And no one wants that,” said John. Who didn’t have any kids. And never really expected to have any. “So take good care of them. We’ll know if you don’t.”
… And he suspected that between his two co-conspirators, that was kind of terrifyingly true.
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Really.
“Hello, all,” John began, as jovially as he could, “We... have been speaking to professor Skywalker about our efforts here, and we thought it might be a good idea to, er, team up. To teach you all about childcare.”
“As he is the expert,” Sherlock chimed in dryly. Because that was helpful today.
Anakin glared at Sherlock. “Ethics class has traditionally worked with droid babies to teach you the downside of lust combined with ineffective birth control. Pairing up our classes seemed logical.” Until he remembered he’d be working with Sherlock.
John discretely maneuvered himself between Anakin and Sherlock. Discretely. “Right. So we’ve talked about pregnancy, and about everything that happens when you’re pregnant. As well as birth control,” he continued. “This is just the next step. We want you to take care of these babies until next Monday.” He smiled. Or tried to. “I... hope you all kept the folders we gave you.”
“And if you neglected to prepare,” Sherlock began with a faint smile. “Well. I suppose now would be the time to research. Wouldn’t you?”
“As well as you can, at least,” Anakin grumbled. “Children don’t come with owner’s manuals.” He’d checked. “The droid babies will react like any other child: you can’t leave them alone for even a minute, they’ll demand food, dry bottoms, naps and to be held and babbled at. If they don’t get what they want, they’ll cry.”
Loudly. For hours.
“And no one wants that,” said John. Who didn’t have any kids. And never really expected to have any. “So take good care of them. We’ll know if you don’t.”
… And he suspected that between his two co-conspirators, that was kind of terrifyingly true.
[[ ocd up and open! don't worry - we have plans to make sure the robobabies are Not An Issue over the weekend. ]]
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
Especially with pockets as deep as Warren's.
"So... Who wants to take care of Joy first?" He glanced down at the baby in his arms again. He was... kind of sure that she was sleeping, but this was Warren, and a fake kid. There was definitely a margin for error, there.
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
Cally only hoped that lasted.
"I can take her, if you'd like. I don't have work until Thursday."
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
Warren's brilliant scheme: Let Cally do it first, so that she could warn him about things like 'she likes the strained peas, but just screams louder if you try carrots.'
Or whatever the droidbaby equivalent was.
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
Honest!
Re: Cally/Warren Worthington III
When would she learn no to say things like that in Fandom?
Sometime after the cough, the snuffle, and the high-pitched wail started up, probably.