http://vertulpen.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vertulpen.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] achromous 2011-04-05 05:03 am (UTC)

[He peers over Hilbert's shoulder into the fridge himself. When he sees the casseroles, he moves both kids back from the fridge and shuts the door firmly with a shudder.

They were horrible. He knew from experience.]


Wait.

[It hit him then that even if he definitely wasn't their dad, he'd probably have to provide something for them. After all, they had nothing of their own, just like him, but one thing he did have was a job that wasn't really his and a paycheck he had no qualms about spending.

So he tugs open one of the kitchen drawers he'd claimed and fishes out the wallet he'd found in the clothes that also weren't his. He holds out a stack of bills, not even bothering to count, but it was probably more than 50 dollars.]


There are stores downtown. There's even a resturaunt.

[He says this as if that's all they need to know.]

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