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Kidd sat at the mess table, looking as ill as one might when confronted by a ghost. He'd teased Killer for years about his height -having passed his older friend at the tender age of 15. But he could barely comprehend Killer having ever been this small.
That and Kidd had never really held a baby before- and now the first one he'd ever even seen up close being his oldest and dearest friend. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he could hold Killer's entire head in his palm right now as he brushed his thumb against Killer's cheek.
Another forlorn sad cry, but without the power. Actually the little baby did seem rather more mellow, like he was loosing the power to keep hollering.
"Hey hey." Kidd murmured, stroking the soft baby skin. "Just hang in there Kil' - were gonna make this right, Dun worry.”
He was still murmuring soft nothings to Killer when Heat approached - Kidd glancing up to see Wire shepherding the crew into getting dinner started and giving Kidd some space.
Heat knelt in front of Kidd – bowl and one of Killer's good kitchen cloths in hand. He sensed Kidd looking at the cloth and smiled, "He can hurry up and grow up, and then yell at me any time,” before dipping a corner of the fabric into the bowl and offering it to the baby in question. "I needed something I know was clean. We aren't remotely equipped to deal with an infant and this is the best I can think of.”
Kidd dropped his hand to rest on tiny little toes as Heat pressed the wet corner to the baby's lips.
"Come on, Boss." Heat whispered, squeezing until a droplet of the mixture formed on tiny baby lips. Both men held their breath as Killer stopped crying for a moment to puzzle out what was being offered to him.
Kidd glance over to Heat's face – frowning at the deep worried took to the man's features. It was.. almost haunted, one of those things from Kutzk they don't talk about.
The desperate pleading for a story to change its ending this time around.
“Come on baby boy - You can figure this out.”
Kidd didn't realize he was holding his breath until Killer opened his mouth and started trying to suckle on the rag.
The sudden lack of crying sent the whole mess hall into a hush, a couple dozen sets of eyes all peering over.
Killer would have hated the attention. Instead he was engrossed in sucking every last drop of Heat's impromptu meal up, hands flexing instinctively against Kidd's chest. He made a forlorn noise when Heat took the cloth away to re-dip it but otherwise started to finally seem to grow content.
Honesty Kidd should of just handed the baby to Heat start with - too caught up in the man's strange zen state to think it through. Instead he remained sitting with his tiny partner at his side, running a thumb over impossibly small feet as Heat methodically dipped and offered the rag until tiny blue eyes started to droop and Killer fell asleep.
It was Wire to finally intrude - plates of food for Captain and Commander both, and then Compo was taking a sleepy baby from Kidd so he could eat.
He wanted to protest -feeling strangely upset when the tiny weight was lifted away. But Compo held the babe with their own kind of ease and Kidd forced himself to turn to his food.
No sense trying to puzzle this one out on an empty stomach.
House had appeared with a stack of blankets and she and Reck stuffed baby down into what Kidd could only describe as a nest right on top of the lower table.
It was almost funny- Killer had to be turned into a literal infant before he finally left crew coddle him any. Kidd knew Killer could only tolerate so much affection from their family but honestly, after everything, the crew needed this too.
Kidd sat at the mess table, looking as ill as one might when confronted by a ghost. He'd teased Killer for years about his height -having passed his older friend at the tender age of 15. But he could barely comprehend Killer having ever been this small.
That and Kidd had never really held a baby before- and now the first one he'd ever even seen up close being his oldest and dearest friend. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he could hold Killer's entire head in his palm right now as he brushed his thumb against Killer's cheek.
Another forlorn sad cry, but without the power. Actually the little baby did seem rather more mellow, like he was loosing the power to keep hollering.
"Hey hey." Kidd murmured, stroking the soft baby skin. "Just hang in there Kil' - were gonna make this right, Dun worry.”
He was still murmuring soft nothings to Killer when Heat approached - Kidd glancing up to see Wire shepherding the crew into getting dinner started and giving Kidd some space.
Heat knelt in front of Kidd – bowl and one of Killer's good kitchen cloths in hand. He sensed Kidd looking at the cloth and smiled, "He can hurry up and grow up, and then yell at me any time,” before dipping a corner of the fabric into the bowl and offering it to the baby in question. "I needed something I know was clean. We aren't remotely equipped to deal with an infant and this is the best I can think of.”
Kidd dropped his hand to rest on tiny little toes as Heat pressed the wet corner to the baby's lips.
"Come on, Boss." Heat whispered, squeezing until a droplet of the mixture formed on tiny baby lips. Both men held their breath as Killer stopped crying for a moment to puzzle out what was being offered to him.
Kidd glance over to Heat's face – frowning at the deep worried took to the man's features. It was.. almost haunted, one of those things from Kutzk they don't talk about.
The desperate pleading for a story to change its ending this time around.
“Come on baby boy - You can figure this out.”
Kidd didn't realize he was holding his breath until Killer opened his mouth and started trying to suckle on the rag.
The sudden lack of crying sent the whole mess hall into a hush, a couple dozen sets of eyes all peering over.
Killer would have hated the attention. Instead he was engrossed in sucking every last drop of Heat's impromptu meal up, hands flexing instinctively against Kidd's chest. He made a forlorn noise when Heat took the cloth away to re-dip it but otherwise started to finally seem to grow content.
Honesty Kidd should of just handed the baby to Heat start with - too caught up in the man's strange zen state to think it through. Instead he remained sitting with his tiny partner at his side, running a thumb over impossibly small feet as Heat methodically dipped and offered the rag until tiny blue eyes started to droop and Killer fell asleep.
It was Wire to finally intrude - plates of food for Captain and Commander both, and then Compo was taking a sleepy baby from Kidd so he could eat.
He wanted to protest -feeling strangely upset when the tiny weight was lifted away. But Compo held the babe with their own kind of ease and Kidd forced himself to turn to his food.
No sense trying to puzzle this one out on an empty stomach.
House had appeared with a stack of blankets and she and Reck stuffed baby down into what Kidd could only describe as a nest right on top of the lower table.
It was almost funny- Killer had to be turned into a literal infant before he finally left crew coddle him any. Kidd knew Killer could only tolerate so much affection from their family but honestly, after everything, the crew needed this too.
Tags:
- an: series,
- chara: kidd pirate captain: eustass kidd,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: heat,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: wire,
- chara: kidd pirate: compo,
- chara: kidd pirate: house,
- chara: kidd pirate: reck,
- ip: one piece,
- platform: bsky,
- platform: remarkable,
- platform: tumblr,
- tag: children,
- tag: devil in the fruit,
- verse: "kid" pirates
