Room 305, Saturday Morning

[grayskollar]

Adora might have had an extremely frustrating week, but that just made the relief when she started to drift awake and felt normal again all the more sweet and relaxing. Enough so that she dismissed a not entirely unfamiliar weight thumping on the mattress as simply misplaced nostalgia and wishful thinking.

"Mom."

Wait. What?

"Mom."

She cracked open an eyelid.

Boy did Adora have a set of lungs on her.

[Open.]

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[floofandtrauma]

"Mom," Kit repeated for the third time, from her position perched on her mom. "Stop acting weird, I'm hungry."

Sure she'd already had breakfast before she went through that portal, but that was ages ago.

[grayskollar]

"..."

Sorry, Kit, you'd just broken your mother and were just going to have to wait a moment for her brain to reboot.

[floofandtrauma]

Kit took advantage of Adora's shift in position to dart into her lap, wriggling around until she was comfortable. "Moooooooom."

Mom always had food, even if it was just a ration bar.

[grayskollar]

Adora did have ration bars in her drawer, and, even if her brain was still refusing to process this, enough muscle memory to automatically hug the child closer while she fumbled around in said drawer for one.

[floofandtrauma]

Kit grabbed the ration bar out of Adora's hand, stuffing half of it in her mouth before belatedly remembering manners were a thing and thanking her through a mouthful of ration mush, purring all the while.

[grayskollar]

Adora was just take a few moments to just focus on remembering to breathe (both in and out), while her subconscious just went into overdrive shoving everything down into that place where it never had to be dealt with.

[sparkinyou]

Miles had awakened early in the morning to burn off some energy and patrol the island. The fact that there were more kids running around the island hadn’t clued him into what was happening. At least not when he came climbing in wearing his uniform.

“Uh. Hi. Adora? You didn’t tell me we were having guests.”

[floofandtrauma]

"Hi!" Kit launched herself off the bed, aimed directly for Miles. "Why'd you come in the window? Do you usually use a window insead of doors? Did you climb up the wall? Can I climb up the wall?"

She might have paused for a breath during all these questions. Might.

[sparkinyou]

"Uh... Okay. Well in order: 1. It's usually quicker than going up the stairs. 2. Yes, but I also used webbing. And finally 3: uhhhhh. Maybe? Do you climb walls a lot?" he asked back. "And since Adora seems to be freaking out: I'm Miles, her roommate. And you are?"

[floofandtrauma]

"I'm Kit, and you did the painting of my moms and Uncle Bow and Aunt Glimmer!" You know, in case Miles might have been confused about the parentage of a tiny blonde catgirl.

"I climb all the time," she added proudly, heading towards the window.

[grayskollar]

Miles, the correct answer to a six year old asking if they could climb the outside of a building was 'NO!'.

Spurred on by a number of retrospectively terrifying memories, Adora dove across the room and scooped Kit up. "Maybe we can do that later, there's plenty of climbing equipment in the gym." Which included safety equipment. All the safety equipment.

[sparkinyou]

Well, Miles was about to web up Kit before she got to the window before Adora tackles her kid. Now Miles was just standing there looking sheepish.

And suddenly realizing exactly what weekend this was.

“Uh. Yeah. Climbing three stories up should be left to the professionals,” Miles agreed. “Maybe once you are older and your moms are around to supervise,” he said rapidly.

[floofandtrauma]

Undeterred by how weird Mom was being, Kit clambered over Adora until she was sitting on her shoulders.

"But my moms let me go even higher than that with Swift Wind."

That was because her actual moms had both processed more of their childhood trauma and gotten over their new parent panic before she could walk.

[sparkinyou]

"I'd stick with what Adora, uh, your mom here says at the moment. Besides the climbing walls are fun," Miles said cheerfully. "You always should listen to your moms."