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Companion fic to my picture "The Problem with 6 Kids..."
Sy' was just having a really bad day.....

The Trouble With Six Kids

Sy' groaned as he rocked... Lyric? He looked down, darkish-yellow tint to the hair? Yes, Lyric, as he tried to get the sobbing baby to fall asleep.

Two trials in one day was exhausting, and he just wanted to lie down somewhere, maybe have some wine at his piano first. It was especially tiring with out Katherine to help him with the paperwork that went with such things. Even with the correct mind for the task, two-year-old hands did not make for accurate reports. Lui' did not seem to understand the ordeal it was to Judge such things... telling him to 'Cheer up, you like this stuff don't you?' with that irritating little smirk on his face.

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A little drabble, in which Lyric attempts to drive a car. Written right after a blonde speeded by me in a green Jaguar convertible.

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"So I can choose any one of them?" Lyric asked, looking around the crowded area.

"Yes, so long as you are willing to pay for any damages that may occur, along with the labeled price."

"Great. Ohh, that green one is pretty!" He had spotted his chose at the far side of the space, hidden behind a few other of a similar shape.

The salesman became flustered, "Sir, I don’t think- That one is really more for people with experience, and well this is your first time-" The blonde was already halfway across the pavement, eyes intent on his prize. "I really suggest you consider another type."

"You said I could choose any of them. I chose this one." He had reached his destination, eyes roving over the gleaming, sparkling green surface.

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I had spent maybe five or ten minutes thinking since I had called Zebediah and left a voicemail. They were a fairly intense few minutes, as I had come to the possible conclusion that my father had made his money on future information provided by the time traveller. The foundations of my world were starting to crack.

However, I wasn't given much time to adjust to the new paradigm, because the telephone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Diggory. You called?" Zebediah's voice came over the line.

"You got back to me fast," I said.

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Who should preside here, I wasn’t sure, and Mirko wasn’t seizing it, so I decided I would if no one else did, once we’d small-talked enough. Niku, who is always more voluble for being nervous, praised Mirko’s fighting at Sonokat, and got Vaneesh talking a little about her Priestesshood. “Chevenga told me a great deal about you,” she said.

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