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Post by Callie on Jun 29, 2007 10:10:24 GMT -4
Callie finished off her last spoonful of cereal with relish, lifting up the bowl to slurp down her milk - a guilty pleasure she could get away with this morning because her mother had needed to go to work early, and so had left the nine year old alone to finish her breakfast.
She enjoyed it particularly because the nanny interviews were very soon, and she wasn't sure she'd get to do it again.
Placing the bowl back on the table, she licked her lips.
"You're right Mister Fuzzy," she announced thoughtfully "That would make mummy very happy."
She slid off the chair, carefully lifting the empty cereal bowl and taking it over to the sink, placing it on the side and leaning over to turn the tap on, having to half-hoist herself up on the side to reach it.
Her grip was precarious, and she'd almost managed to grasp the tap when she slipped, tumbling backwards and knocking the cereal bowl off with her.
The crash as it hit the floor made her wince, and she bit her lip as she looked over at the broken bowl, forgetting her own hurt for a moment to worry about that.
She put her hands down to push herself up to her feet, not realising that her right hand was right over a shard of the broken bowl, and she whimpered slightly, falling back down, when it pressed into her palm.
She stayed sat on the floor, bringing up her hand to look at the fresh cut with wide eyes.
Her lower lip began to quiver.
((Tags Kyle))
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Post by wildchild on Jun 29, 2007 11:01:56 GMT -4
After yet another night of distrubing dreams, Kyle had been studying some new matierial when his hyper sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of a crash from the kitchen.
He rushed quickly to the scene, only to find little Callie, near tears, sitting on the floor. Shards of what appeared to be a broken bowl littered the area.
Kyle was an intelligent young man, but it didn't take a genius to see what happened here. He moved over to her and crouched down to her level, his amber eyes showing a nurturing warmth.
"Are you alright cub?"
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Post by Callie on Jun 29, 2007 11:08:32 GMT -4
Callie sniffed back her tears, looking up at him with sad eyes "I..I fell..." she stammered, holding up her injured hand to him.
Though Kyle was often busy helping out her father, whenever Callie did enounter him she found herself quite taken with him. He was always nice, and she regarded him something akin to a big brother - though she'd been a little intimidated by him when he'd first arrived.
"And I broke the bowl." she added with a sniff "All because Mister Fuzzy said mummy would like it if we washed up but it went wrong and now she's going to be mad."
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Post by wildchild on Jun 29, 2007 11:34:47 GMT -4
Carefully, he placed his hand under her's and took a look at the cut across her palm. It wasn't all that deep, thank God, and could be easily cleaned and taken care of. The shards of bowl all over the kitchen were a different story all together, that would have to be swept up before anyone else got hurt.
But first things first.
"Well, let's get you fixed up first, then we can worry about the bowl ok?" Kyle said, "I'm sure your mommy will be more concerned about you being ok then that dumb ol' bowl anyways..." He added a playful scoff at the notion of a bowl being more important than Callie.
"I never liked that one anyways..." Kyle added in a faux whisper.
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Post by Callie on Jun 29, 2007 11:54:07 GMT -4
Callie giggled shyly, smiling a little as she nodded.
"Kay." she agreed, feeling a little better about her accident.
"We..um..." she bit her lip, then leant in and whispered conspiritorially "We don't have to tell mummy I did though, do we?" she asked carefully.
Of course her mummy cared more about her than the bowl, just as he said, but.... she didn't want to risk it.
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Post by wildchild on Jun 29, 2007 18:49:20 GMT -4
Kyle nodded solemly, holding his hand over his heart.
"I promise I won't tell her if you won't."
He was pretty sure Emma wouldn't miss one little bowl anyways.
"C'mon, let's clean that cut up and put a bandage on it.." Kyle said, holding his arms out to pick her up, "Then you can hold the dustpan while I sweep the bowl up ok?"
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Post by Callie on Jun 29, 2007 19:00:29 GMT -4
Callie nodded solemnly, she could trust Kyle, especially if he promised.
"Ok." she agreed, wrapping on arm around his neck and holding the other carefully, as if it were a major injury instead of a small cut, such is the way of a child.
"And you won't tell Daddy either, will you?" she asked, just to make sure.
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Post by wildchild on Jun 29, 2007 19:49:10 GMT -4
"I promise" Kyle replied, lifting Callie up easily.
He carried her over the broken bowl to the sink and ran some water. "Now first we have to clean the wound, so germs don't get in.."
"So let's start with some warm water and soap..." Kyle added, as he put a dollop of liquid soap into his palm, "Rinse your hand under there, then we can sud it up..."
"Then all that's left is....figuring out what kind of band-aid you want" He said with a smile.
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Post by Callie on Jun 29, 2007 20:16:38 GMT -4
Callie nodded along - as the child of the world's foremost scientist she knew all about germs, probably more than she really wanted to know.
She dutifully leant over and put her hand under the tap, being careful that the stream of water didn't fall straight onto the cut.
She looked thoughtful "Um...I don't know" she admitted, trying to remember what band-aids they did have "I'll think about it." she decided wisely.
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Post by wildchild on Jun 30, 2007 1:48:21 GMT -4
Kyle nearly laughed at the serious look on her face as she thought about the kind of Band-aid she wanted.
Oh, to be young again, of course Kyle was only ten years older than her, but that was a big enough gap to be envious. She was simply adorable when she did things like that.
He wasn't sure what made him pay so much attention to Callie's well being, it was almost as though...
Almost like it was some kind of instinct. Like something inside him wanted to keep her safe.
It's pack mentality. You should bring this up to Dr. McCoy; it would seem as though the feral issue is slipping out of your subconscious. He thought as Callie rinsed her hand off.
But what harm did it do? Loyalty and tenderness weren't exactly terrible things. Overall it didn't matter to Kyle, this was nothing to be concerned about.
"There we go..." he said as he gingerly rubbed soap over the wound, "I''m not being too rough am I?"
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Post by Callie on Jun 30, 2007 15:57:30 GMT -4
"uh-uh." she shook her head, though the soap stung slightly, he couldn't have been any gentler, and Callie was well used to cuts and scrapes so the sting of the soap didn't really bother her anymore.
She looked up questioningly at Kyle, he seemed half off in a world of his own "Whatcha thinking about?" she asked cheerfully.
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Post by wildchild on Jun 30, 2007 18:15:10 GMT -4
How would you answer such a question? Especially if a child asked you?
He could just throw out a bunch of grown up terms and hope it passed over her head, but Callie had been around him and her father enough to pick up on some of it.
Besides, why lie to her? She had the right to a honest answer, just like anyone else.
"Oh nothing." Kyle answered as he let the warm water rinse the soap off Callie's hand, "I've just been having some weird dreams.." He made a silly face as the word 'weird' left his lips, if only to derail the conversation.
"There we go..." Kyle said as the last of the soap washed away. He hoisted her towards the paper towel dispenser that was installed over the counter top; "Grab some and dry off, then we can look through the Band-aids for one you like"
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Post by Callie on Jun 30, 2007 18:20:43 GMT -4
"I have weird dreams too." she nodded, sticking to the subject with a child's determination "Only...well I'm not very good at remembering what they were about, but I'm sure they're weird. Mister Fuzzy says they're weird anyway."
Of course, the prospect of funky plasters was enough to distract her in seconds, sometimes a child's determination didn't hold up to much. She grabbed some paper towels and carefully dried off her hands "'Kay."
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Post by wildchild on Jul 1, 2007 1:21:59 GMT -4
Kyle paid little mind to her mentions of 'Mr. Fuzzy", Callie was the only girl her age in the Castle, and it was a fairly normal response. When there's no one to play with, make someone up.
Seemed logical to him anyways.
"Maybe one day you'll remember them, then we can see who's are weirder," Kyle said as he carefully placed Callie outside the kitchen, so she would avoid the bowl pieces, "I bet mine win.."
He wiggled his eyebrows up and down for effect.
He nimbly hopped over the shards, and put his hands at his hips. "Now, where does your mom keep the band-aids?" He asked, leaning down towards her slightly.
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Post by Callie on Jul 5, 2007 14:27:14 GMT -4
"Nu-uh, bet mine will."
Not that she had any basis for that bet, but she couldn't let the challenge go unsanswered now, could she?
"Bathroom cabinet" she announced without a trace of hesitation. She'd needed them far too much to not know exactly where they were - though said cabinet was intentionally too high for her to reach. Her mother's little way of making sure that Callie told somebody grown up that she'd hurt herself, and that she didn't get into the stash and waste them all.
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