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Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 04/26 ]

In a rare turn of events, Turtle was actually reluctant to go into the store today, considering that last night had been nice and this morning had been even nicer, and her suspicions were confirmed because it turned out that Apu was in quite the complaining mood, going on and on about all the noise coming from the park today.

"Apu," she muttered, rubbing her temple, "can you please just can the complaining? I'm sure whatever it was, it's some Fandom thing and we're better of just not knowing and avoiding it and hoping for a nice, quiet day."

"Miss Turtle, I am sorry, but I do not think it will be one of those days."

"Oh, go...clean up in Aisle Seven, or something."

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Kids, he makes a GREAT jungle gym, really!

After his sudden acquisition of a little girl - he was never going to have a child in the usual way - and her enthusiastic and messy appreciation of their dinner Mohinder had realised he hadn't anything for a child to wear. Hence the sudden decision to shop while Alex lay napping in a hurriedly childproofed apartment.

He held up a couple of child-sized T-shirts, then dropped both into his basket.

Finally. Michael looked at his watch, it was - he shook his wrist - ages. He crossed the aisle and peeked in the shopping basket before looking up at Dad. Sometimes you had to sneak sweets into the shopping because Dad forgot these things.

"Hi, dad. I knew you'd find me but I don't know where here is and I can I have this," cue bouncing and waving of top spaceship "and there's a pond and I'm hungry and where's dad and Molly?" Michael looked round Mohinder as they were hiding there.

On the first 'dad' Mohinder had spun round - how had Alex got out here? He looked at the dark-haired boy in front of him. Another one? One that by the sounds of it had come into the world like his sister.

"Are you sure I'm your father?" It seemed a good idea to check.

Michael rolled his eyes. Grown ups!

"You're my dad and Dad's my dad." Michael was sure of that, he'd had it drilled into him since he was little. "I called just like you said so I'm not in trouble," he said with a hopeful - if uncertain - smile.

Michael might be sure, even if he was less than helpful. Still the new child would need feeding, thought Mohinder, looking at his sticky-mouthed son.

Hand on shoulder he led Michael down another aisle, asking, "What do I call your dad?" as he began picking up vegetables.

"Matt," Michael drew out the name in a drawl. Dad already knew this. "And you sound funny when you say it." He reached for the best peppers - the ones right at the bottom of the shelf.

"I do?" Mohinder grabbed an arm of his slightly more plausible child before the shelf tilted over, and pulled Michael out of the way.

Michael giggled and nudged Mohinder. "You already said that to dad. Years an' years ago." The Suresh scientific precision seemed to have skipped a generation.

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Because that will turn out well.

"Eyes! Eyes!"

It was not the usual battlecry of the Jeff that heralded his entrance to the store, today. He stumbled in, clinging to the boy's ankles as tightly as he could, and attempted to look at things when it was really pretty much physically impossible to do so.

"I need them to see things!"

Really, you think dad would be used to it by now. Trip tried to steer him better by pressing his thighs against the side of dad's head so he wouldn't do the whole hearing thing too much.

Dad hearing never really ended well.

He did, after a moment's consideration, let go of his eyes, and bellowed, in a tone not unlike Jeff's own greeting call, "MUM! I've come to see the accounts!"

No, this was most certainly not the usual battlecry at all. Turtle stared for a moment at the spectacle that was her boyfriend coming in with what looked almost like a little tiny Mini-Jeff on his shoulders.

There was a long, long pause.

"I am going to kill Apu. Jeff, please don't tell me that this is our kid..."

Jeff was pretty sure he could see Turtle's lips moving. "What?" he asked, at which point several possible scenarios managed to find his brain simultaneously, causing him to blurt, "I think he's out for ankles!"

It was probably best not to ask. "I didn't do it!"

"Mum, I'm high up in the food chain now like you said, can I see the accounts?"

Trip felt his demands were very fair and balanced, as opposed to his seat, which seemed to be wriggling a little underneath. "Daaaaad. Will you balance? This is important business!"

"You're not seeing the accounts," Turtle said, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the kid a look. "Not until I see some proper identification. Also, get off of Jeff will improve your chances significantly, as well."

"I'm Trip Wexler," Trip said, in what he felt was a firm and businesslike tone, "and I'll get off dad if you let me see the accounts." He wobbled a little more, thought about his negotiation a little more, and added, "And I'll make a not to keep the store in its original state when I finish the island reno-- ren-- rebuilding plans."

He was totally being fair. Giving a little too much, even.

Which, really, was only fair because Turtle had been bouncy at Marco last night, but, when you've just ran into your potential kid, you were a little extra weary.

"...Marco...." she said, slowly.

"Turtle!" Marco grinned. "You don't look happy."

"And you look quite happy," Turtle observed. "That makes me nervous, Marco."

"I'm not allowed to be happy?" Marco asked with a cute pout. In his opinion.

"No," Turtle said, "you are. Just as I'm allowed to be suspicious about it."

Marco shrugged. "Nice night? Pretty friend."

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