Dealing. (David)

[David B.]

OOC: Sorry for the wait

David grunted.

"Well, maybe he should have fed me a little information on the work he is doing, instead of pretending to run everything from an office in his house. Though honestly- it might all be worth it if I could watch him change a diaper, haha..."

David chuckled a bit at the mental picture, though he was sure the tough and rough Mathew didn't change too many of them. David couldn't picture him holding aloft a quarter pound of processed baby food.

Just wasn't in the mans nature. Or, so it seemed.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"He changes them more than I do" She said with a bright smug grin. One of the few things she'd managed to take charge of.

"He's actually, very good at being a parent. I fear I'm not doing so well as he, In more ways than one."

[[ooc; sorry for my own late reply. -.-]]

[David B.]

David laughed.

"What!? Seriously? Okay, please do me a favor and get a picture of that or something. I've been wanting to get a glimpse of Mathew elbows deep in baby shit. Haha-"

He laughed more at the mental image, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. Strange- Bastille usually put him on edge, mostly due to their history, but also because she was constantly threatening his life. He didn't think she'd actually follow through but...better safe then sorry.

He looked up at her, staring for several moments. He opened his mouth to say something- then shook his head and let it go. Pointless path to take anyway.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"What?" Bastille said pointedly- dont think she didn't notice.