𝕊𝕆𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔸𝔾𝔸ℕ𝕋║[ᴅ. ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ]

🪻ꜱᴄɪᴀᴍᴀᴄʜʏ🪻

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ, ꜱʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴀ'ꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ʟɪɴɢᴜɪꜱᴛ; ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴜʟʟʏ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ʜɪᴄᴄᴜᴘꜱ. :')

The eighth wonder of the world, a lab-born baby girl named Maysoon, watched quietly with a small smile as her shiny new family fell into irreplaceable pieces of chaos and disorder. The three with greying hair stood back and watched the calamity with her (your great-grandparents, Alfred, Michaelo, and Anna). The other three, while younger but with mature features, were conversing with each other under their breaths; the tan man looked thrilled (Angelo, your nonno), while the woman (Maria, Nonna) and the pale man (Bruce is my father, my ab, and your jadd) were more reserved in their reactions, but undeniably happy at the sight of an adorable granddaughter. Their brows still had a concerned strain, like they weren't sure what this meant for their families or what to do with her.

she hoped they loved her

Next was the absolute shitshow (she heard the tall one with the white streak in his hair shout that, and she had a feeling it fit this situation) of the younger people all clumped together, yelling, shrieking, and guffawing over each other. It was a fight to be the loudest, and none were winning. Well, maybe the quiet red-headed woman with glasses and the computer in the fancy metal chairs with large wheels was winning, but no one else. (Tch. They are no one; do not bother yourself with them, Habibi.) (Oh, come on, Cher, we have to tell our little wildflower about her mentally ill avunculi eventually. Might as well do it when she can't physically rebel against us yet for sticking her with this miserable lot.)

Green Tea rolled his beautiful eyes, and the two introduced her to a menagerie of aunts and uncles (Grayson is decent. Red Jay will protect you. Drake can be moronic, but will be useful for academic purposes. Maybe. Ms. Cain is scary, and she'll teach you to be scary too! Brown is useless. Ignore her. Duke is cool and responsible; I offer the notion of him being the designated babysitter. Agreed. Gordon is intelligent. You will call her if you ever need help. She'll look out for you.)

Maysoon was delighted to meet all these new people who would care for her, she was, but one question burned in her two-hour-year-old brain.

Where... where were they?

Bonfire took her from Green Tea's arms and laid her against his warm chest. She vaguely noticed the state of their clothing, the shredded coat she was still cradled in that held Green Tea's scent, and the bandages wrapped around parts of their body. She knew that no newborn should have these thoughts or this level of awareness, but she couldn't help who she was. These thoughts of her unusual biology and the unclear status of her unknown parents weighed on her as Bonfire and Green Tea carried her into a bright room with a tile floor and a wall of panoramic mirrors lined with a counter of sinks, which Bonfire set her upon.

Her two favorite fragrances exchanged words, some of which she didn't understand. Bonfire, with his scarred hands, gently urged her to lay on her back while Green Tea stepped out of her view for a second, only to return with a bag of supplies. She felt the torn fabric of Green Tea's jacket leave her body as Bonfire's deep, smooth voice chorused through her ears. A soft white thing was pulled up her legs and settled around her hips as Bonfire seemingly showed Green Tea how to tie the thing around her waist and settle it correctly on her rear. Green Tea took Bonfire's place, pulled a dark red shirt with a stylized "R" over her head, and pulled out a brush to fix her tufty black hair, which had been thrown into disarray.