Baby-Sitting

[Anastas]

Anastas sat at the little Formica table in the corner of the cafe, sipping a coke distractedly. He'd received a surprise call from one of his best friends from back in the Children's Home. He only saw her a few times a year now, and had been completely overjoyed when he picked up the phone and heard her voice...

"Claire!"
"Anastas, darling, I'd love to chat but I'm in such a rush. I've got a majjjor favor to ask you...
Eager to please as always, the junkie had promised in the blink of an eye that he'd help her out.
"Ok, well...If your sure....I need a baby-sitter."
"... I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Oh, 'Nast, pleeeease! I wouldn't ask unless I was desperate, but I really need you to help me out! Ple-
"-Alright, already, alright! I'll do it!"
"Anastas, your an angel! Can you come pick Landon up in half-an-hour, for me? I'll be home again by 10, so drop him off then. It's only a few hours, really.."
Several minutes of gushing 'thank yous' later and Anastas had hung up, grabbed a jacket and picked up the toddler.

The pair were now sat in the window of the cafe, Anastas attempting to drink his coke, whilst Landon was busily engaged in a game of Smear-The-Chocolate-Biscuit-Up-The-window. He'd already up-ended a salt shaker into his orange juice, and had tried to stick his pudgy fist into Anastas's glass of coke to try and catch the bubbles.
Anastas had given up trying to stop Landon a loooong time ago.
Maybe (if he was very very lucky) Landon would be content to sit in the cafe making mush out of his little-kiddie biscuits.
Here was hoping!

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel was doing his all time favourite thing (aside from stripping)
Shopping.
And was contentedly milling his way through the shopping precinct when he spotted a familiar face. About to head over with a ready smile and a dodgy joke, he was pulled up short by the sight of a small child presumably playing peek-a-boo with his lunch spread over his face, and the table and window, reeking havoc on the area around Anastas, and yes, it was DEFINATELY with Anastas, as he seemed to have given up all hope of ever stopping the child and was sitting, looking aghast. Skeletons? Closet? Anastas?

[Anastas]

"Bic-sits!" The toddler cried excitably, wobbling over to Anastas, and tugging at the hem of his shirt, getting chocolate and other toddler-y mush all over Anastas.
"Landon, you've had a half a packet of biscuits already, and you've stuck them all to the wall..."
It was true. Biscuits trailed the wall at knee height, all stuck on with chocolate sauce.
Landon stared up at Anastas, wide blue eye's suddenly widening even further.
His little lower lip began to tremble. "Bic-sits?" he asked in a choked voice, reaching a hand up in an attempt to pat Anastas's cheek.
Anastas gave in. Not out of some small cutesy instinct. No, simply because he knew that Landon would scream blue-murder if he refused him anymore bic-sits.
*cough* I mean biscuits.
He sighed, plucking another few chocolate biscuits out of the open pack on the table and giving them to him. The small blond child giggled, snatching the biscuits and climbing back up by the window to resume crunching them into the glass.
God help him.

[Nathaniel]

"You could always make him lick them off..." suggested Nat helpfully, wandering over, and tilting his head to the side, "yours?" he asked in mild amusement, and slight curiosity. So sure him, he was a cat...

[Anastas]

"Make him lick them off?" he repeated, grinning when he saw who it was. "Yeah, I mean it's not like he can tell Claire is it?" he snorted at the mental images.
"Uh, I dunno" he admitted with a sheepish grin and a shrug, cheeks tinging just a little pink. He'd have denied it if he hadn't known that Nathaniel was a lycanthrope and could smell if he told a lie.
About three years ago and nine months ago, Anastas and Claire had gone out and gotton completely off their faces, and woken up together in her bed. Nine months later there was Landon. Still, seeing as Claire had had three ongoing boyfriends as well at the time, they weren't really certain who was the dad, and neither of them really cared.