noah n. boot (supernoah) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-09-06 20:08:00

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Mahtin!
They'd given him permission to take the kid home.

He was going to be sick.

Noah was nearly doubled over, head between his legs as he tried not to puke. They hadn't sent the baby (The Baby---he needed a name, hell--) to the orphanage yet, and he didn't know the details, just that...that there would be papers, and since he was abandoned it...God, he had no idea, but he was going to take him home.

Having absolutely no solid reason why he was doing this, why he had decided he was ready to be a father, Noah let out a groan and sat back, dropping his head against the wall of the waiting room. His brother had made due with his promise and had joined him in the hospital, and Noah supposed he should be thanking him, but the reason he'd asked Martin over was to calm his nerves, and it didn't seem to be working.

"They're gonna say I have to give him back---" he let out in a worried tone, slouching low in the seat. "They're gonna--think I'm some----nutjob."

Noah winced automatically, knowing that an agreeing insult would be slung. Right now, he was not in the right state of mind to compete intellectually with Martin...with was terrifying in and of itself.

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das_boot
2008-09-07 01:39 am UTC (link)

"You are some nutjob," came the expected retort. Martin never failed to deliver. Brown eyes were curiously watching the goings-ons in the hospital, scoping out a few cute nurses and basking in the way that they giggled and whispered and pointed ("Oh my gosh, is that really him? No you ask him!"). Just because he was off the market didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the attention! And besides. Seeing Noah so obviously freaked out was sort of weird. Then again, Martin was impressed when his brother exhibited any emotion that didn't fall under the category of snark or sarcasm.

"I mean, you're taking home some kid you found in a bathroom." He seemed to realize that now wasn't the time or place to make him feel more anxious, because he clapped a hand down on his shoulder and gave him a little shake. "Relax, Noah. It'll be fine. And I doubt they're gonna make you give him back." He released him and folded his hands behind his head, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"So what exactly made you wanna keep this thing?" So delicately put. "I mean, your social life was pathetic enough without a kid, don't ya think?" He smirked to show he was joking, hoping that maybe he could distract Noah enough from his distress before he threw up on himself.

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supernoah
2008-09-07 01:58 am UTC (link)

"Ha haa..." Noah let out, ready to retort that he often went out with Avery, but remembered quite quickly that his best friend was getting married, and those days would be over soon enough. Well--he had friends! Lyssandra, Remus--they were friends. Elsie! Elsie was his friend, and Elliot and...Caden? Kind of. Noah's fingers unconsciously twitched with each name and winced at the fact that he could name all of his friends on one hand.

Family didn't count, he supposed, and even if it did----he rarely spoke to his sister, and even more rarely to her husband. And Martin...well, his relationship with his brother had definitely improved, seeing as he was trusting Martin to come with him here, but he still infuriated him all the time, so---but maybe that was normal.

"I---" Noah shrugged and contemplated just shrugging, but instead shifted and stuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out the letter he'd received earlier. After giving Martin some time to read it, he let out a breath, "She--felt safe there, and---and it made me think that I'm not the only one who's home in the planetarium and---and don't laugh, but it--I thought about how the kid could be happy there too and--"

He shrugged again, watching the healers move back and forth, wondering how they were going to bring the baby out here for him. "I just think I can help."

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das_boot
2008-09-07 02:28 am UTC (link)

Martin yoinked the letter from his hand, flattening it out on his thigh before he began to read it. He mumbled the words aloud to himself, finally lifting both eyebrows and returning the note to Noah. He had to admit, he was sort of proud of his little brother for taking on this kind of responsibility for a stranger. Of course he thought it was an incredibly stupid move, but Martin was a bit simple and sometimes selfish in his thinking.

"I'm not gonna laugh," he muttered, exasperated that Noah felt the need to add that to almost every sentence he said to him. He could be serious, too! Sometimes. When it was really necessary. "I think you're doing.... y'know, a good thing. And I think mom and dad would think so too."

There was quiet as he shrugged in his seat. And then, in true Martin fashion, he ruined the moment by adding, "I'm not letting you keep that kid all locked up in your creepy tower all the time, though. The kid has to see sunlight sometimes."

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supernoah
2008-09-07 02:53 am UTC (link)

Noah nearly flinched at Martin's statement, but it wasn't the I'm-ready-to-get-punched kind of flinch. It was one that actually shocked and moved him, and Noah felt a wave of warmth course through him at the thought. His mother had always pestered him about getting a girlfriend, about finding the one and starting a family so that she could have grandbabies--maybe he was skipping the girlfriend and epic love story part, but it was something. And their father, well--he always just told Noah to do what he wanted, even with the constant hint that quidditch was a most excellent way to go.

"Terry---" Noah let out, the thoughts about his father bringing up old memories. Derek Terrence Boot, his friends called him Terry Cloth Boot for shits and giggles, and that...was dumb, but it was still something, right? It wasn't a horrible name, he could just be--Terry. Terry Boot. Noah looked over at Martin, "Is Terry an all right name?"

Somewhere, in the back of his head in the far recesses of his mind, Noah felt some guilt in not sharing this moment with his twin, but---and it was sad to say, but he didn't feel like he had a twin, not anymore. There had never been this kind of gap between Noah and Noël, but...life had ways of pushing some people apart while moving others closer together.

"Mr. Boot?"

Oh, fuck. Noah's head shot up toward the healer who was carrying the baby--Terry.

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das_boot
2008-09-07 03:06 am UTC (link)

"Terry." He rolled it around in his mouth for a minute, face scrunched in contemplation. He gave Noah a suspicious side-glance. "You're not gonna call him that stupid nickname, are you?" Terry Cloth. He couldn't understand why his dad's friends thought that was funny. Even as a kid he remembered thinking to himself that old people were lame as hell if that's what cracked them up. And then he'd go and tell fart jokes. So hey, to each their own.

"As long as you stay away from that, then yea. It's a good name. Terry Boot. Future Quidditch star." Wouldn't that just kill Noah? He was waiting for the priceless reaction when they were suddenly interrupted, and he followed his brother's gaze to the healer standing before them. In his arms was a small lumpy bundle... He clapped a hand down hard on Noah's back and grinned widely. "You're a daddy! How fucking weird is that?"

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supernoah
2008-09-07 03:25 am UTC (link)

You're a daddy!

Martin's words knocked Noah into a stupor, and when he stood to address the healer all he could do was nod and 'mhmm' and laugh at what was supposedly a joke---he didn't hear a bloody word. Something about papers, there'd be a ministry official coming next week to check in on things, and suddenly she was putting Terry (Terry!) in his arms and Noah let out a very nervous string of laughter.

Oh, fuck.

He looked up at Martin, then back at Terry (Terry!), and then back up at his brother, "You'll be his godfather, won't you?"

Noah hadn't actually thought about it before this moment, but seeing as Terry (TERRY!) didn't have a mother, and had him for a father now, well---he should at least give him a godfather, right? And there was no one better than Martin, "He could play quidditch, I think."

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das_boot
2008-09-07 03:38 am UTC (link)

Martin slowly rose up behind his brother, sort of staring down at the little loaf resting in the healer's arms. That was his nephew now! Bizarre. Martin was paying even less attention to the healer than Noah was, completely preoccupied with the kid instead. When he was finally handed off to Noah, Martin couldn't help but smirk at the way his younger brother was giggling. It was rare to see Noah without his composure, and it was sort of funny.

His next question seemed to surprise him though, judging by the way his eyebrows dissapeared up under the shaggy mop of his curls. "Woah, really?" It wasn't a hard question to answer, though. "Yea, absolutely, man. Absolutely." It was weird how the two of them had gotten closer since... well, since their parents had died. He still loved getting on Noah's last nerve, but at least there was a mutual respect behind the taunting and name-calling and juvenile ass-kickings.

But if he thought that was surprising, then Noah's final statement was the real kicker. He laughed and leaned over to get a better look at Terry. "Hell yea, buddy! Your dad's already a pushover with you!" He smacked Noah's back again, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Congratulations, man, he's the coolest dumpster-baby ever."

The healer gave him a dissaproving look, which he pointedly ignored.

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