Chloë du Gard picks pockets (slightofhands) wrote in emillion, |
Having little Zevran with Chloë gave her surprising access to gossip and chatter. Women cooing over a small baby wearing an adorable little pint-sized top hat and bow tie flocked people that Chloë normally spoke of rather than to. But it also drew a lot of raised eyebrows and inquiries as to whom the child belonged to and questions regarding whether the child was hers. Chloë shared that she was simply looking after the child for a friend, but did not divulge who this friend was. Anyone who knew Chloë knew that the likelihood of her being the mother of this child was impossible. Zevran nestled his face onto Chloë's bosom, the warm that radiated from the small infant had Chloë happy that she was in a relatively cool environment. Her fingers gently stroked over the baby's cheek, and she plucked up a cookie from the plate and took a bite. Unfortunately, she had to chew in something of a hurry as little Zevran made a fussing cry. It didn't help that Cian stood nearby and Chloë had to ask him about something. She patted the baby on the back gently and came over to him. The patting helped only a little, but Zevran still let out a small whimper every few seconds that sounded more like a squeak. "You look like you're having fun," she said by way of greeting. Cian gave the machinist and her kid (she had a kid? huh, who knew) a Look. “Seems like you’re having more fun than me,” he said dryly, as the baby began to fuss. Who brought tiny babies to these shindigs? Then again, probably better than leaving it home alone… and actually, none of this was any of his business. The little guy (he assumed -- by the hat) looked up at him, wide eyed, made another mewling sound, and stretched one chubby arm towards him. He took an immediate step back. “Sorry, kid, I don’t think so.” Whatever he was reaching for, Cian didn’t want to give. Especially if he wanted to be held or something. He had a perfectly capable adult to hold him, didn’t he? "Indeed I am," Chloë said and rubbed her hand up and down the baby's back. The baby then did the most curious thing. When Zevran looked at Cian, he seemed to stop fussing and even reached a little hand out. Cian's instantaneous reaction brought a smirk to Chloë's mouth. How amusing! "He's just saying hi," Chloë said dismissively, "Right, Zevran?" She cradled the baby upward and it kept staring at Cian, reaching out toward him again. All fussing was now replaced with a couple of squeaks as the baby seemed fascinated by Cian. "He normally doesn't react this way with people he's never met," she informed, "I think he likes you." “Don’t know why,” Cian said, doing a very good job of not showing obvious discomfort. It was a baby, what could it do aside from shit or puke on him? Not much. Didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about breaking the damn thing. Fortunately, the machinist wasn’t insane enough to ask him to hold it. “I’m lousy with kids.” Or so he assumed, since he just stayed away from them. “You two are enjoying yourselves, then?” It felt a little weird to make small talk with the kid making googly eyes at him, but she was an occasional contractor, it paid to be polite. He’d escape if the kid got rowdy. |