sliceitwithwind | Kiddie AU - Aya's living on the couch.

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Kiddie AU - Aya's living on the couch.

"She's WHAT?!" Elcy, it turned out, could roar. Much like a lion...only louder, if her son was to be believed, "Braig! Why didn't you tell me this earlier? We have spare rooms!"

"Mom...I..."

"We," Dilan broke in, "we didn't think..."

"I am very disappointed in the two of you. You are going to march right over there, young man," that was with a pointed finger at her son, "and grab that poor girl's things and bring them back here. You," at Dilan, "are going to get the larger of the spare rooms set up for her. I am going to go shopping. What's Aya's favourite colour?"

"Sky blue." said Braig, already grabbing his coat and heading out. He did not, nobody argued with his mom when she was that angry.

"Sky blue. Fine. Dilan, call Yinsi and let him know Aya is moving in with us."

"...Yes'm." Dilan mumbled, the last thing Braig heard before the door closed.

It didn't take long for him to get over to Aya's house...Aya's...old...house. "Hey! Ayay! You here?"

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"Okay." She chewed her lower lip a bit then headed off to the bathroom to get her PJs. And toothbrush. And brush. And...

"When do I get to come back?"

Freeze... "When mom and Mr. Nevada say it's okay." he finally said, passing the buck along. With everything packed he could carry pretty much everything as long as she carried her backpack...so. "Come on, monkey. Dilan is looking forwards to this."

Not that he's, you know, talked to Dilan? But... "He's always happier when we're together."

She nodded, accepting that his mom was a good decision maker usually. And Mr. Nevada at least knew her dad? "Okay." she stuffed her homework in her bookbag, followed by the stuff she'd grabbed from the bathroom.

"Is Dilan mad at my dad to?"

"Yeah, he is." Braig doesn't lie to her. Never. "But it's because he loves you, just like mom and dad and me and Aunt Lenna." He picked up her boxes of things and headed out, "Mom's giving you the room with the roses outside the window, so you can see them every morning."

"Oh..." She...didn't like people being mad at her dad. She didn't like it at all.

Aya followed on his heels quietly though. "That's...a very big room."

"Yeah, but you'll have space to put things. And you can still come sleep with me and Dilan, so it'll be like sleepovers every night." He gets that she doesn't sleep well alone.

Neither does he, but he won't admit it.

"Promise?" Cause she really didn't want to sound like a baby cause she was having nightmares or something. She didn't care so much about space. She did just fine with a little bit. "What if you get bored?" Because she knew people who got pestered all the time got fed up!

"Promise, Ayay. Every night if you want to." He blinked at her, "Then we figure out something else to do. I don't do bored, you know that. We'll figure out all kinds of things to do together. You and me and Dilan, forever."

"That's a really long time." And yes, it was time for the surprise hug from behind! Because...he needed to be hugged. Yep. Maybe it wouldn't be so weird and bad?

Maybe.

"Was I suppose to leave my key?"

He stumbled, but managed to avoid throwing her boxes all over the sidewalk.

"No, monkey. Keep your key, 'cause you can go visit your dad whenever you want to. You're just gonna live with us. Sleep with us, eat with us, do homework with us. Mom's getting your dad some help."

"Oh, like a maid or something?" Because back in New York Ms. Vimes next door at the apartments had been a maid and she said she helped people as her job. "I didn't finish my homework. The last problem is hard." She gave him a squeeze then let go, skipping to the side now.

"Yeah, I think so." Braig agreed, "Dilan or I can help you with it, if you want. Get the door, wouldja?"

As they reached his house.

"Okay, that might be good." If the maid lady was nice and her dad didn't get mad or something. "Door!" Naturally she had to say it as she darted past him to get it.

Door was open now, yay?

Braig headed inside and up to Aya's new room. Dilan was putting new sheets on the bed, "Mom's not home yet. Hi, Ayay. Hug?"

Aya followed, kinda drifting behind him. Sure, she'd seen the room before, but...well, now things were weird. It made her drag her feet a little. She didn't know if she was suppose to feel bad and need hugs now or if Dilan was offering a normal hug, but he'd asked and he didn't really ask and...

...she was over thinking things.

Naturally, the first thing out of her mouth was, "Braig has all my stuff."

Well, 'cause she looked like she needed it! Dilan wrapped her up in a hug and squeezed until she squeaked (but then loosened up again), "Well, yeah. That way it's all here. Unless you want to put some in our room, that'd be okay too."

And yes, squeaking! Squeaking! And hugging back anyway. "I dunno," she just...didn't. "I'm suppose to wash my PJs now I think."

"I'll do that!" Dilan suggested, "You should tell Braig where you want things. Are you gonna want pillows in the window, like you had at your dad's?"

"No, Braig should put those boxes down and leave them." Until she figured out things. Where things were going. If they were going.

They were her things.

Today was confusing.

Window at her dad's..."Oh, right! I need help with math!"

Braig...put her boxes down and slid them out of the way, "Sure, monkey-girl. Which one of us do you want to help you?"

Because they got confusing when it was both of them.

"Uh...word problem." Because she couldn't pick right now. "It's a word problem with fractions and screwdrivers." Because word problems were WEIRD.

"I got it." Dilan said, mostly because while Braig would try...he'd also get really bored, really fast.

"I'll go get snacks." Braig suggested, "What do you want, monkey-girl?"

"Okay, thanks Dilan!" Aya thumped her backpack down so she could dig out her homework. "And thanks Braig! Um, crunchy stuff?"

"Crunchy stuff...granola, carrots, and apple slices?" It gets a little healthy and a little sweet for everyone.

"Sounds good to me." Dilan agreed, sitting cross-legged on the floor of Aya's room. "Okay, show me the problem!"

"Okay!" Yep, she was just good with the whole 'getting food' thing!

"Here, look. How many screwdrivers, in what rad...rat...ratio to saws will be needed to build seven houses?" Of course there was information about how many screwdrivers it took to make two houses, and how many saws to make three but..."It takes people." Duh.

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