notabluesbro | 34th Confession [Video/Possible Action/]

[Well, it was three months in the making. Literally, making. But it's over, and Wolfwood's never been so relieved in his life; it was a bunch of paranoid, silly thoughts, ones that he was able to shove aside when everything had a good ending. It was good to know the Wolfwood lineage wasn't eternally damned when it came to healthy births and decent parents.

After he stays with Milly and the baby for a while, he supposes he should put up a quick mention that, y'know, everything went smoothly. While Milly's sleeping, he fidgets with the camera and let's the journal capture a picture of a little fella who looks something like this. Yes, this kid has a lot of hair. He totally gets it from his daddy. Of course, had he had his eyes open, people would have noticed he got a little of his mama to him, too.]

Looks like it's a boy, born 5:30 PM on the dot at a whopping 9 pounds, 7 ounces. [There's a sympathetic twang to his words, because wow; poor Milly, that is just... awful numbers, right there.] Definitely a healthy kid. Milly's doing good, at least. Nothing bad to report... save for a broken thumb, but I think that's a fair trade for the dad.

[His thumb, yes. He waggles it in front of the journal, but whatever. He gives no fucks to the injury ~~that his wife caused during the birth~~.]

We're thinking Noah's a pretty good name. Something cute that he won't be embarrassed about when he's older, right?

...

Noah Wolfwood. It's not a bad name.

[It's kind of surreal, actually, having someone else with your name. Not just a marriage, but an actual honest-to-god chunk of lineage. Now this little triforce is complete.]

Anyone got particular baby advice they wanna hand down? I'm sure Milly'd appreciate it, and frankly, I haven't helped with a newborn in.... well, a hell of a long time. I'm all ears.

[Orphanage, he misses you. There was maybe one occassion they'd dealt with a newborn, but the others who helped run it were a little more skilled at it than he was so he let them swoon and take care of her.

In retrospect, maybe that would have been good practice for him. AW WELL.

People're allowed to visit now at least, once Milly's awake and content with company (which she always seems to be). There are also the usual people working the clinic checking in to make sure everything's going well enough. Law gets his props for being on the ball and good at this sorta' thing.]

((ooc: there's a log up here for visiting after the baby's born, but if you want to visit here it's coolio, too! mainly just leavin' it open for you to do whatever your heart wishes. visiting logs will also have milly involved as well!))

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Oh - sorry, mon; I've only been here for a few days, so I forgot not everyone is from the same world as me. Probably most people, actually.

Barda is a superhero where I come from. She's very tall and strong and a few years ago, there was a picture in the paper of her carrying her husband Mr. Miracle. Not because he was hurt; just for the camera, I guess. I thought it was cool, because most men don't seem to like powerful women.

Anyway, I remembered the picture when you said that about your wife carrying you.

My name is Anita, by the way.

I'm Wolfwood; it's a pleasure to meet you.

Superheroes, huh? I hear we have some of those around. Not really usual in my world, though, no. Though we do have plenty of cowboy types. And powerful women.

A few people have told me they don't have superheroes where they come from. ...I don't understand that. Who protects you when alien armies attack, or when a giant genetic experiment crashes a city? You must have some kind of enforcement, right? Some backup for things the military can't handle?

...Or do you not have things the military can't handle, at all? That...it just seems weird, to me. What...I don't know how else to say... What happens?

... Weeeell, we don't actually have much in the way of the law. It's mostly up to the people in the towns to protect themselves; dog eat dog world. It's crappy, but it's life there.

When crazy shit happens there, most people'd be shit outta' luck.

Oh. Wow. [Well, that's...horrible.]

So I've heard. [a short grin from his end of the journal] It's one of the more depressing worlds to talk about, yeah. But you get used to it living there so long.

I guess people can get used to anything if they have to. We have our share of unpleasantness on my world, too. [Not to mention this place.]

Yeah, it's been a pattern I've seen around here.

Haven't heard of a whole lot of desert planets, though; guess we're a pretty unique brand of 'unpleasantness'.

Deserts are pretty, but I don't think I'd want to live in one. No offense. I'm just not a fan of dry heat.

Deserts, pretty? That's a new one for me to hear.

But no offense taken; Even if I was used to it, I'd prefer the green look way more.

Well, probably prettier if you don't spend 24/7 living in one.

I like the green look too. Reminds me of home.

Reminds you of home? I guess it reminds me of what home could be. That's not half bad, right?

I'd say it's pretty good.

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