[ the support group seems... nice. she thinks? everyone there seems nice. comforting. there's a general sense of camaraderie, a we're all in this together that's clear even from the moment they speak. a bunch of girls, some in bad situations and some in wonderful ones, all with a mutual understanding: right now, us mothers need to stand up for one another.
she's not surprised people are giving her a wide berth. for one, she's not really showing too much yet. for another... well. she was a boy, while she had an owner. probably still is, as far as most people are concerned. with her short hair and her slacks and her button-ups, will she even look like a mom in a few months? will people just assume she's got a beer belly?
her shoulders, her ears droop down. this was a mistake. she shouldn't have come after all. ]
[ There is the sound of playful giggling as a little blonde girl with ribbons in her braids goes running by, hair streaming behind her as she shrieks her joy. ]
Elise, darling, be kind to your Papa! I said it's time to- ah!
[ Sylvain goes chasing after her, looking harried, his shirt partly unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose, his hair a bit mussed and his briefcase clapping against his back by the strap. Elise, the six year old terror, takes a rapid turn into a play tunnel and Sylvain trips at the last minute, falling onto his ass as her giggles go echoing through the plastic tube. ]
Catch me papa! Whee!!!
Princess, Papa needs to leave now. Please come out.
[ The Daycare staff assist Sylvain to his feet, offering consoling words as they take a turn trying to encourage the wayward child to stop playing. Elise, for her part, is crawling through the tunnels to try to find the friends she had made earlier in the day, who she thinks are sitting in the play submarine. ]
[ Sylvain turns to see the next parent coming in for pickup, a very pretty lady with long dark hair and dazzling eyes, and smiles, suddenly embarrassed at his display of ineffectual parenting. ]
The energy of the little ones, amiright?
Edited (if you saw me leaving notes for myself, no you didnt) 2024-08-08 02:31 (UTC)
first meeting
she's not surprised people are giving her a wide berth. for one, she's not really showing too much yet. for another... well. she was a boy, while she had an owner. probably still is, as far as most people are concerned. with her short hair and her slacks and her button-ups, will she even look like a mom in a few months? will people just assume she's got a beer belly?
her shoulders, her ears droop down. this was a mistake. she shouldn't have come after all. ]
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[ There is the sound of playful giggling as a little blonde girl with ribbons in her braids goes running by, hair streaming behind her as she shrieks her joy. ]
Elise, darling, be kind to your Papa! I said it's time to- ah!
[ Sylvain goes chasing after her, looking harried, his shirt partly unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose, his hair a bit mussed and his briefcase clapping against his back by the strap. Elise, the six year old terror, takes a rapid turn into a play tunnel and Sylvain trips at the last minute, falling onto his ass as her giggles go echoing through the plastic tube. ]
Catch me papa! Whee!!!
Princess, Papa needs to leave now. Please come out.
[ The Daycare staff assist Sylvain to his feet, offering consoling words as they take a turn trying to encourage the wayward child to stop playing. Elise, for her part, is crawling through the tunnels to try to find the friends she had made earlier in the day, who she thinks are sitting in the play submarine. ]
[ Sylvain turns to see the next parent coming in for pickup, a very pretty lady with long dark hair and dazzling eyes, and smiles, suddenly embarrassed at his display of ineffectual parenting. ]
The energy of the little ones, amiright?