"Alright, kids! What do we say when we're trying to get your cranky old uncle up and about?"
""PLUS ULTRAAAA!!!""
"And?"
""POWERRRRRRR!!!!""
Malachi lay sprawled out on the floor on the back of a groggy Serosh.
One of the things Mal loved about Bianca was her childish innocence and playfulness.
Usually.
But when she was actively trying to get on his nerves, sometimes he had fantasies of stuffing her in a dryer and turning it on.
"Very funny, kids." Mal rolled his eyes.
Camille, Shiro, and the twins were like hands in gloves. After five minutes of catching up, you would think that they had all grown up in the same house, living the same life.
Shiro had somehow become the leader of the little soldiers. Likely because she was the most mature. (Bossy)
"Mommy! We have decided what we want for dinner tonight!" Shiro spoke in what Mal had dubbed her 'leader voice'.
"Oh? Well, what do my little honeys think they want?" Bianca smiled.
