Empire Records; Monday [ 04/16 ], noon to midnight.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Orden was really, really, really excited because he got to go to work with Papa Chad! He didn't even know Papa Chad worked, because back home, he didn't have to. So this would be fun!

Chad ended up pretty much just letting Orden rearrange the CDs and pick all the music and then they glued quarters to the floor together and played frisbee with a bunch of old vinyls that no one ever wanted, until Orden kind of got carried away and forgot his strength and smashed on into the wall (so there was half a record wedged in there now, somehow), and Papa Chad decided that was enough of that game.


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[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy came in after class, eyeing the brand new record in the wall. Yup. Definitely his kid. "Hey Chad. Hey Orden."

[winglove.livejournal.com]

And Yukio in tow, trailing behind him because being carried was nice, but he was practicing his flying now.

[senorhulko.livejournal.com]

"Daddy!" Orden brightened up to see Teddy and immediately almost tried to tackle him down with a big, big hug. Clinging with one arm, he used his other to wave to his half-brother. "Hi, Yuki-yuki-yukio. Didja come to help Papa at work, too?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Gah! Tackled by the wee one! Teddy patted Orden's head, raising an amused eyebrow at Chad. "Just checking on you guys."

[winglove.livejournal.com]

Yukio waved back at Orden, flying behind his daddy's head to peer out at Chad. He drew his wings in and held onto Teddy's hair.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Like that wasn't the most frickin' adorable thing imaginable. Chad grinned at Teddy and his new hat. "We're good," he told him. "Orden's got good taste in music."

His eyes went up toward the speakers, which were playing Floyd right now. Sure, he had a good suspicion that Orden had just picked it because he liked the rainbow on the cover of the album, but...dude. His kid picked Floyd. That was awesome.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy laughed, careful not to shake Yukio. "He's your kid, of course he does."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad could only respond to that with a proud squaring of his shoulders.

He wasn't going to mention the fact that, earlier today, Orden had seemed pretty fond of the pop section.

[winglove.livejournal.com]

Yukio continued to cling, staring at the big guy who was always around daddy. Was he an uncle? Or maybe one of the guards?

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was pulled into the store by a very muddy seven year old some time in the early afternoon. While Bailey went running immediately into the shelves, Nadia leaned against the wall for a second.

"Dios, where the hell does she get that much energy?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad grinned a little, Orden currently on his shoulders, as Nadia came in. "You got one too?"

[senorhulko.livejournal.com]

But Orden wasn't on Chad's shoulders for long, not after seeing a muddy little girl come into the shop. Muddy meant fun! So he quickly scrambled down the mountain that was his Papa and went chasing after her down the shelves, waving his hand. "Hi, hi, hi!"

[daddysmessygirl.livejournal.com]

Bailey waved back at the boy running towards her. "Hi! I'm Bailey. Do you work here?"

[senorhulko.livejournal.com]

"I'm Orden. And, yes," he puffed out his chest importantly, trying to be big like Papa, "I do."

It was true; he was totally working here today with his papa. And he wanted to impress the cute, muddy girl. "How can I help ya?"

[daddysmessygirl.livejournal.com]

Bailey was suitably impressed. "I need new music for my mama. All her music is really sad and emo, so she needs happy music."

[senorhulko.livejournal.com]

"Right this way, please," Orden said importantly as he lead Bailey down the aisle and then stopped in front of a shelf. He couldn't read very well yet, not English, anyway, but he reached for an album with a colourful cover, because bright colours meant happy, right? Right. He had a little trouble getting it, but that wasn't a problem. He just shapeshifted himself to be a little taller before returning to his normal height and handed the CD to Bailey. "Try this?" he offered.

[daddysmessygirl.livejournal.com]

Bailey took the CD but didn't look at the cover yet. "Woah! How'd you do that?"

[senorhulko.livejournal.com]

"Do what?" Orden tilted his head at Bailey, blinking a little.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yup. Chad, meet Bailey Sofia Santos-Dornez. She says we need to fix my music collection. She's going to buy my happy music."

[daddysmessygirl.livejournal.com]

"Hiiiiii Chaaaaaaaaaad," came a voice from the stacks. "Mama's music SUCKS!"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad waved back to the voice (although, really, she couldn't see him from over there, but oh, well) and grinned at the assessment of Nadia's music, glad that his son liked the same stuff he did. He nodded toward where they'd disappeared to. "Mine's Orden. Sado-Altman, I'm guessing. Which," he gave her a critical look because he had listened to some of radio, "is a fine name. But I don't think I picked it."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia just shrugged in the face of the critical look. She'd have liked to see Chad attempt to keep track of everything yesterday and keep things entertaining and look after a seven and a half year old girl.

"Walter and I are pretty sure we compromised on Bailey's name. Though everyone's pretty sure she got most of her looks and attitude from me, apparently. I'd like to state for the record that the mud thing isn't from me."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Do explain the mud thing," Chad tried to not look too amused as his arms crossed over his chest.

[nadiathesaint]

"Wish I could. Seriously, we bathe her, and five minutes later, she's muddy again."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Nice. Doesn't like your music, huh?"