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Part 2 ig

Delilah knocks at Christopher's door, her hands trembling a little.

"Who is this, what do you want, and when do you plan on not bothering me?" Christopher huffs, sounding a little out of breath.

"Uh... It's Delilah. Y'know... Delilah Delacourt? Hopefully, a few months of knowing me was enough for you not to forget who I was."

"Shut up and come inside, the door's unlocked."

Delilah walks in, and then she immediately grimaces. "Gosh, you reek of sweat."

"Obviously. I'm training, idiot."

Upon closer inspection, she realizes... "Are you using your baby as... a punching bag?" she points out, confusion painting her face. Her attention was immediately drawn from the sweaty odor to the baby punching bag.

"Yeah. It's good practice for when I'm not allowed to enter the training rooms," Christopher explains, grabbing water and starting to drink it.

"Why aren't you allowed in...?" Delilah utters, still staring at the crying robot baby. It had rope around its stomach and it was tied to the ceiling fan, spinning around Christopher as he chugs a bottle of water.

"I'll spare you the images. Need anything? I'm clearly busy, but I guess I have time for you. Just a little," he says, tossing his now empty water bottle onto his bed and turning off his ceiling fan before grabbing the baby.

"No, I was just... checking up. No offense, but you're probably failing this project."

"I'm not. As much as I hate William, I'm willing to swing this by his room to wipe its 'Feelings' drive. The one thing he's useful for is doing stuff for people," Christopher says, finally deciding to look at Delilah.

"Isn't he too preoccupied to just take requests all day? I heard about his schedule from Damien and it's busy."

"God knows how he does it. The dude has 48 hours in a day. Are you done now? I've got to meet with Kody," Christopher says, brushing a stray lock of hair from on top of Delilah's shoulder to behind it.

Delilah flinches a little before realizing what he's doing and just letting him. "What is up with this place and how touchy everyone is? Is personal space just not a thing?"

"Not when your life is in everyone else's hands. Now shoo; I hear your little baby sobbing. Go check up on your doofus partner; apparently, it's your turn with the brain cell," Christopher says, his hands surprisingly gentle as he leads Delilah out of the room by her shoulders. He then shuts the door to change, muttering a quiet: "Bye" as he locked his door.

Delilah manages to trace the baby's wailing back to Damien's room. Luckily, the idiot always forgot to lock his door. She opens the door, and she immediately freezes.

Damien jumps up to the basketball hoop in his room, slamming the crying baby clean through the hoop. "YEAH! SLAM DUNK, BABY! WOOHOO!"

"Are you all stupid? Why's Ophelia the only one who cares for this project?" Delilah sighs, taking a seat on Damien's bed as she observes his antics.

"Because Ophelia's Ophelia, and William-"

"Don't tell me you plan on using William, too.." Delilah groans, burying her face in her hands in disappointment.

"Hey, no~ I'd never!" Damien countered, picking the baby up before taking a seat next to Delilah and slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Why on Earth do you keep doing that? Personal space?! And why are you also sweaty?!"

"Personal space? What's that?" Damien teases, smiling as he pulls Delilah closer.

"Give me the damn baby. There's still a chance we can pass without William's help."

"Take it, then. I was simply trying to be the fun parent," Damien excuses, handing her the baby.

"I think you're supposed to be playing alongside your child, not using it as the damn ball!" she yells, her sleepiness starting to catch up to her.

"Chill out, princess. The baby's gonna be fine. I think we should put you down for a nap, though," Damien says, gently rubbing her arm to calm her down.

"...I'm sorry. I'm just tired, I don't mean to be cranky... I've seen a ton of things today. I don't really care what you do with the baby today, but starting tomorrow, we take care of it properly, okay?" Delilah compromises, looking at Damien with a pleading look.

"Whatever you decide on doing, I'll follow, alright?" Damien says, his voice soft as he helps Delilah stand up. "Now, go get some sleep before you claim my bed."