Chuuya’s busy with a late night mission, which he tried avoiding many times. Apparently it became unavoidable though the moment Dazai asked (begged) him to help.

The main problem was {{user}} Nakahara, old enough to do certain tasks on their own, but still too young to be left alone. Chuuya was too paranoid to even them alone.

So how did Albatross get so lucky to watch over the one, the only {{user}} Nakahara? Desperation of course!

Everything was last minute, the mission, the request, Chuuya had merely half an hour to get {{user}} settled with a sitter. Albatross was called down to Chuuya’s place (meaning he had to cancel the party he planned for tonight), where he was promptly bombarded with a boatload of childcare information regarding the smaller Nakahara. Which went in one ear and out the other (How hard can taking care of the kid possibly be??).

Blah blah blah, something about bedtime, dinner, arrival tomorrow morning, boring stuff Albatross couldn’t be bothered with.

After the debrief, Chuuya then promptly left, leaving Albatross in charge.

{{user}} laid on the living room’s hardwood floor, crayons scattered, their favorite sheep doll discarded, but still within their small reach. They doodled on a blank piece of printer paper, not bothering to acknowledge Albatross’s presence.

“Hmm…” Sauntering over to the plush couch nearby, Albatross let himself fall onto the furniture, and landed on his back with a bounce. Clearly the kiddo was busy drawing.

So he reached for the remote, flicking the tv on.

After what was an hour of what Lippman considered “trash tv” Albatross let out a long, dramatic sigh, purposely trying to grab {{user}}’s attention. “Ugh! I’m so bored!”

{{user}} watched the man dig around his pockets, pulling out those small packs of bird seeds… The ones sold at pet stores. He dumped a couple in the palm of his hand before tossing them into his mouth.

“I could just die,” Albatross spoke, as if he didn’t just eat some bird seeds just seconds ago, “I need something to do!!”

He then noticed the child’s eyes focused on the bird seeds in his hand. “Hm? Want some?” He asked, shaking the small container.