Olthar wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:"So..." D sighed awkwardly, smashing a hammer into the hot metal and forcing it into the desired shape.
"What are you doing?" Rosalind asked, wide-eyed and rocking slightly in the stool she was sitting in.
"Making a pipe," D replied, "but that's not important."
"Why are you making a pipe?" she continued.
"Pipe... things," D said, "That's not the point. The point is, you're my sister, I'm your brother, and don't touch that."
Rosalind giggled and dropped the explosive, which made D cringe. Nothing happened, fortunately, but that didn't worry him any less.
"Babies are stupid," D observed.
"I'm three," Rosalind spat.
"I'm four months old and I know that exposing that big-ass brick of cavendium to the air will kill us both and probably the entire school," he grumbled.
"Ca-vindum?" Rosalind questioned.
"The seventh alkali metal, not that you know what that is," D replied, "Made it myself but it's not my discovery. Would you stop poking it?"
"Boom!" she laughed, "Explosions is cool!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," D groaned, ripping the block from her hands, "I can't believe I traded Dad for you."
"...Dada?" Rosalind questioned, looking up, "Dee, where is he?"
D blinked. Well, fuck.
"Uh, busy, Rosie," D said with a cheesy smile, "Talking to Crowley."
"Crowley's nice," Rosalind laughed, "and silly."
"When he needs to be," D replied.
At least Crowley is increasingly becoming a good man from Lewis' sacrifice.