"So have you had sex in every room yet?"
"I fail to see how that question is relevant, Jojo."
"So that's a 'no' then?"
Tetsu tsked, shaking his head at the other male that sat on the couch, a three year old Isobel seated on his lap, completely fascinated by the twenty one year old's hair style. Tetsu was probably the closest thing she came to when it concerned someone putting large amounts of effort into their hair; styling and dying it. But this was something completely new to her. Part of his head was shaved, the short strands of hair bleached blond, and a portion down the middle of his head was left, dyed a deep, rich blue and styled in an upright way, fanning out over his head. This was perhaps Isobel's first encounter with a mohawk.
And it was "babysitting" her.
Technically he wasn't doing it alone, since the lover of the little girl's father was also present. Morgan had to head off attend some teachers meeting, and since the twin's parents were also teachers, it was up to Tetsu to look after the little ones. He was going to be left alone with them, his only tasks being making sure they were bathed, dressed then sent to bed. However, a surprise visit from his best friend had left the Asian male with an aid to help him deal with the children, although his biggest concern was the adult rather than the little toddlers.
"I think she likes me," Jojo commented, bouncing the little girl up and down on his knee. He flashed her a bright toothy grin, to which the little girl began giggling at.
"He has metal in his mouth!" she exclaimed, pointing at the man's face with her tiny hand.
"That's because Uncle Jojo is an idiot, Izzy," explained Tetsu while attempting to wrestle Christian out of his t-shirt so that he could put him in the bath.
"Hey, that's cruel, T-chan!" the older male replied with a slight whine to his voice. "I think my piercings are sexy, and a sense of self expressionism." Green eyes fell to the girl in his lap. "Self expressionism is all about telling your parents to go fu-"
"Play in the park," Tetsu cut in quickly before his friend could destroy her little mind with his foul tongue.
Jojo stuck out a pierced tongue at his friend. "Well that's not just grand at all," he replied, annoyed that he'd been cut off so harshly. The Irish male had yet seemed to grasp the fact that he was in a room with two very impressionable minds, and that Tetsu didn't want Madeline to come and pick her children up tomorrow only to find out that they knew some very offensive words.
"Why does he talk funny?" Christian asked, now free of his shirt, looking to Tetsu for answers. "Is that 'cus he's an idiot too?"
"That's because I'm Irish!" came Jojo's gleeful reply. "Don't I sound cool?"
"I think you sound funny," Isobel informed him. "Papa Jon's is better."
"Had I known that I was going to be insulted by a three year old, I wouldn't have come,"
"No one asked you to visit, Jojo," Tetsu replied curtly, grabbing Christian and lifting him up. "Come on, it's bath time."
"No bath! No bath!" protested the child, wriggling in the male's arms. But Tetsu wasn't relinquishing hold, and marched off to the bathroom. "You've barely been here half an hour, and already you're infecting them, Jojo," he grumbled, loud enough for his friend to hear him.
There was a sneer at the younger male's back, watching him head off into the bathroom. Once he vanished from view, he returned his attention to the little girl. "So, you come here often?" he asked in a flirtatious tone.
"I come here all the times! This is Daddy and Uncle Tetsu's house!" Obviously, the pick-up line had been a complete failure with the little girl. Isobel was perhaps a bit too young to grasp the concept.
Jojo chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You'll understand one day kid. T-chan and I will teach you about all the lines guys use, and the best replies to make them leave you alone. I know some really smooth pick up lines too."
Isobel had no idea what this new person in her life was talking about, but he did have an interesting sounding voice. however, his hair was much more interesting than anything he had to say. "What's with your hair?" she finally asked.
One hand ran over the tips of the gelled hair, drifting over the full length of the mohawk. "It's called a mohawk."
"Can I have one?"
At this, Jojo laughed. "I don't think your Daddy would like that very much, Izzy," he told her, ruffling her brown hair affectionately. "Not forgetting that it doesn't make your hair very nice to touch, and it's really hard to get it to stay like this. Maybe when you're older, you come see me, and I'll give you a really cool one. How's that sound?"
"I don't have to get metal in my face do I?" she asked, looking up at him with big blue eyes.
"No, you don't have to get metal in your face. Don't forget, it's all about self expressionism and - "
"Telling people to go play in the park!"
"Well, that's one way of putting it." He knew that it would one day come back and bite him in the ass. Hopefully, he wouldn't be around when it happened. He didn't want his old history teacher, Chemistry teacher and drama teacher on the war path.
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