Somewhere between spooning in the baby food into the general area of Jake's mouth and dodging the tossed bottle, Sven managed to tip over the small mountain of mail by the front door. He kicked most of the white official looking envelopes back into place as he regained his balance, and deftly hefted the discarded bottle up from the floor. When he was more upright, he plopped the bottle back into place near Jake's chubby little hand in the high chair, and let out a breath as he watched his son smile a toothless sweet little smile his way and hiss like a human lizard.
A regular sliding sort of sound behind him told him Mark's arrival into the kitchen, and Sven looked over his shoulder. He looked Mark's over, from the wrinkled up black tshirt that covered his flabby torso, the drab boxers and finally to the socked feet where the toes peeked out from over wear. Mark's short brown hair stuck up in all manner of directions, and his chubby faced skewed in a scowl that said to Sven he shouldn't say a word about anything. Sven thought the man looked better than he had the night before, when he had learned about what happened to Janoos.
Mark shambled on by, heading for the refrigerator contents, Sven supposed. He tore his eyes from the man, and smiled gaping grin at Jake. He was rewarded with another lizard like hiss as the toddler followed suit.
Sven took a step, and tripped. He didn't have time to even cartwheel back to a semblance of balance before he landed hard to the bubbling gurgle of Jake's giggles. He scowled down at his feet.
"You hurt?" Mark said from the far wall. Sven looked the man's way, and eyed the jug of orange juice in the man's hand.
"Just my pride." Sven muttered, and picked up the rolled bundle of papers he tripped over. He smirked and toss it Mark's way, and watched the man teeter to the side in a lousy slow motion attempt at a dodge. The papers smacked against his thigh before it hit the wall. Sven rubbed at his aches and looked back to his son, at which time the bottle again clunked to the floor with a resounding thump.
Sven chewed his cheek and tried his best not to aim a glare at his innocent looking son. A few breathes passed and he counted to ten. He reached three and a half when the trilling of the phone called him away from causing undue harm to his offspring, and as he climbed to his feet to retrieve the errant device. He was at a loss to where it was, and wherever he stashed the cell, he made sure to pick up the bottle once more as he looked.
He heard a rustling of paper as he began digging through what he thought of as the "almost clean" pile of clothes, somewhat certain that the cell's intermitting chirps came vaguely from the center.
"Oh my sweet Kirk…. That's.." Mark stammered loudly, and with some alarm. Sven darted his eyes to him and saw he had opened a newspaper he didn't quite recall having. "Sven come here. You have to see this." Mark's eyes gazed at him with such intensity, that Sven immediately forgot his search, and creeped over to take a look.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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