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Jun. 28th, 2016 05:10 pm
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It's been a really weird day for Takashi.

Not because of the too-big clothes -- he's used to getting hand-me-downs from foster brothers (or sisters) and having to roll the sleeves and legs up a few times to make them fit. The fact that these clothes seem to be made for someone twice his size doesn't cause more than a minute or so of confusion before he's sighing and dealing with it.

And not because of the unfamiliar surroundings -- Takashi's lived so many places that it's not uncommon for him not to recognize the latest apartment or house's surroundings right after waking up. Even though...after he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands and frowns around a little, the place still doesn't look familiar. Maybe he's getting sick.

No, the weirdest thing is that there's a dog here. Takashi's been in a lot of different homes in his almost-seven years, and he's almost completely certain none of them have had a dog in it. It's a very cute dog, small and shaggy, with big brown eyes and a fluffy tail. But it's also barking at him, and trying to bite his ankles, so Takashi quickly scrambles off the couch, tugging the too-big shirt around himself and running for the nearest door.

Hopefully he'll run into someone familiar out in the hallway...

Date: 2016-07-01 03:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] angelofnaboo
He is small, but in a way, he reminds her of Anakin as a child. His small, sweet face is much like her husband's once was, but he's far more reserved than Anakin ever was. The smile, however, is pure rapture. It's good to see that he still likes hot chocolate, no matter his age.

When he stops she turns around to look at him, an unspoken question on her face until he asks that. "Yes, sweetheart. I promise you won't get in trouble."

She closes the door tightly, making a mental note to look for his key and to lock it up until this, whatever this is, was over and he was back to his normal self. Once that's done, she grabs the once-more yapping dog and tucks him under her arm. "Are you hungry as well? I think I have some fresh baked bread. Or would cookies be better?"

Date: 2016-07-01 03:49 pm (UTC)
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For a second, she considers taking his hand. What stops her is the memory of his behavior every time she has touched him unexpectedly. How far back did that extend? Would she ever get the names of anyone besides his last guardians to know whom she could dislike? And if they ever showed up, just what would she say to those who had rejected such a sweet child for something he'd never asked for?

She smiles at him and shakes her head. "Yes, you may have some cookies with your hot chocolate. This is a day for treats, I suppose. As for where you live..." She sighs as they reach the bottom landing and she turns to the door of her own apartment. "You live upstairs normally, while I live here with my husband. You come over a lot for dinner because we enjoy your company and you seem to enjoy my cooking."

She puts down Kyan-san as soon as she opens the door and watches the small dog as he runs inside and starts to sniff everything. "But you are more than welcome to stay with us until we figure out what's going on, Takashi."

Date: 2016-07-01 05:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] angelofnaboo
She realizes how what she said sounded as soon as he speaks. Without blinking, she bends down and touches his arm briefly.

"Takashi, listen to me. I have said this to you before, but you probably don't remember it. You are very much wanted. You have a lot of friends and I consider you as one of my children. I am not the only one, as I have come to find out." She smiles, trying not to sound jealous about others trying to claim him as theirs as well.

"Everyone loves you here. The only reason you lived upstairs is because you wanted to have your own space and there is only one bedroom in this apartment. Otherwise, my husband and I would have had you move in with us, you and Kyan-san. Never think that you are unwanted here."

Date: 2016-07-09 11:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] angelofnaboo
She can see the affect her words have on him and it's like a knife to the chest. She definitely dislikes the people who have had custody of her child before his arrival here. More now than before.

The hand in her hair causes tears to gather in her eyes and when he hugs her, she returns the gesture as tightly as she can while ignoring the moisture on her cheeks.

"I am sorry that others have been unkind to you, but there is no one here who would treat you like that here. And if someone is stupid enough to try, they will have a mob of people after them."

Date: 2016-07-11 04:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] angelofnaboo
She looks at him, smiling and reaching up to stop his hands. "Of course you can stay here with me. You don't have to go anywhere you don't want to go. I am not the type of person to make you go away."

Padmé stands, taking one of his small hands and leading him over to the kitchen table so that she can make him some hot chocolate. She's grateful that they've managed to rig some sort of cooling system so that the apartment is cool, despite the sweltering summer heat outside.

"Of course, we'll need to figure out how you've somehow gone from sixteen to six, but that can wait until tomorrow. And is something we can do with Anakin and Master Kenobi."

Date: 2016-07-11 04:55 am (UTC)
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A part of her is not at all surprised at the way that he's now clinging to her dress. In fact, she slows down her movements so that she doesn't jostle him loose as she makes them both something to drink and looks about for the cookies she made a few days ago.

"Master Kenobi," she corrects, slowly enunciating the words so that he can commit them to memory "is a dear friend to myself and my husband. He is much like Anakin's brother, so I suppose that makes him something like your uncle at this point. His first name is Obi-Wan. I'm sure that he won't mind if you call him that.

"And I'm called Padmé, just so you don't get confused."

Date: 2016-07-14 08:53 pm (UTC)
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She smiles fondly at the way that he mimics her, so seriously until he gets to her name. It's enough to break her heart, if she had any more of it that he hadn't already crushed under the vast adorableness that is just him.

"Yes, they are. I was going to save them for dessert, but I suppose eating cookies before dinner can be allowed. Just this once." She puts a few macaroons and a chocolate chip on a tea plate for him before setting it down on the table.

"And if you'd be so kind as to sit at the table, I'll bring you your drink as soon as it's done."

Date: 2016-07-17 05:36 pm (UTC)
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He really is destroying everything with just being so fucking cute. It's not at all fair. Padmé was already ready to adore him as a teen, but seeing him as a small child is too much.

With the way that he freezes when she mentions sitting at the table to eat his snack, she looks down at him, worried. Is he so afraid that she will dump him if he misbehaves, even for a second that he's terrified to leave her side for a moment?

"I'm not at all worried that you'll stuff yourself." Her voice is gentle as she warms up milk, but she really would like to find those responsible and throttle them until she has no strength left in her arms. The violence of her temper is something she doesn't speak about or act on, but it's there, lurking. She just has always had more control than her husband.

And though the table is only on the other side of the room, it's enough to make her anxious. For him. But she wants to make sure that her control is set before she joins him at the table. "Dinner won't be for a while, so that's why we're having snacks now. Just don't tell Anakin you had the chocolate chip cookie, okay? Those are his favorite."

Date: 2016-07-18 01:29 am (UTC)
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She turns to look at him as the milk warms,s till not ready for the chocolate to be added. He definitely appears to be afraid and nervous. The lip biting is a good sign of just how much.

"No, he won't be mad, Takashi. He loves you as well, though he has a harder time using those words exactly."

In fact, she's pretty sure that she, his mother and Obi-Wan are some of the only souls to have Anakin openly say that he loves them.

"In fact, what do you say to making more after we have our cookies and hot chocolate? Or we could make cupcakes. Do you like those?"

Date: 2016-07-20 08:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] angelofnaboo
Seeing as how she's spent a good deal of time around her young nieces, she knows that voice. She knows enough to move the milk to a cool burner and to move to the table, take his tiny hands in her own and kneel before his seat, looking him right in the eye.

"Yes, you are loved very much. I love you as much as my own children, as much as my grandson. You are a very special young man to everyone that you know. And the people who are supposed to be your family and take care of you back on your world are missing out on a great deal."

She shakes his hands and smiles.

"They're also pretty stupid. But don't tell anyone I said that, okay?"

Date: 2016-07-23 10:15 pm (UTC)
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She sees the flowers and knows that this is 100% Takashi. He always makes the flowers in the living room bloom so prettily when he's happy. More so than even she or Anakin can manage.

When he laughs, she pulls him into a tight hug and places a kiss on the top of his head. "I'm not worried about you misbehaving. You're a good boy."


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