LOG: Chocolate Milk and School

[protective_logic]

Who: Delta Ai (Native), Theta Ai (Native)
What: Omega asked Delta to talk to Theta about school. This is that talk
Where: Theta and Omega's bedroom
When: Sunday Afternoon, 10/18
Warnings:

Sundays, the day of the week that is starting to become consistently Delta's favorite. Granted he had just gotten home from the latest of his driving sessions with Beta and that put his nerves on the absolute edge, but Sundays tended to be Delta's actual day off. The day where he had some responsibilities, but those being almost exclusively the usual groceries, and 'make sure the twins don't color over the walls.' But with the terrible twosome downstairs watching cartoons, Delta doesn't find it hard to come up and knock on the door of Theta and Omega's bedroom. Purple team country.

Good thing he's coming with a bribe. The twins are downstairs with a plate of apple slices and glasses of milk and orders to shout for Delta if anything falls over or goes wrong, but he doubts it will happen. For all that they're young, they are bright for their age. Just like all Ais. And that brightness comes with good common sense. Like Theta. He's going to recognize Delta's tray of chocolate milks and a plate of the cookies Florida sent home this week as an indication of serious talk. Or so Delta hopes. That's the goal after all.

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[protective_logic]

"They aren't responsible for you," Delta says. "And they don't keep secrets from me. Because I talk to them. And they talk to me. understand?"

At least, that's the goal. And the same rules can't apply to a little kid.

[trustandfireworks]

'I guess...' He still thinks he should have some secrets. 'What if it's a good secret? A nice one.'

[protective_logic]

"Like what?" Delta asks.

[trustandfireworks]

'Like a present,' he replies.

[protective_logic]

"Those you have to keep," Delta laughs, hugging his brother tightly.

[trustandfireworks]

'Okay, good.' He hugs him back.

[protective_logic]

"Now... do you need some help with your homework?" Delta asks softly.

[trustandfireworks]

'Yes please,' he says. 'But a few more minutes cuddling first.'

[protective_logic]

Delta hums in pleasure, in agreement, and holds his little brother tightly. Everything else can wait.

[trustandfireworks]

He nestles into the familiar warmth and safety his brother offers with a sigh of relief. Much better.