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Today was like any other day for Katie, decorating the HQ, hanging out with Nacho, and starting a fight with Ewroon over the stupidest thing. At night when the once sunny day transformed into the calmest and darkest nights, Katie was getting Nacho to bed. "C'mon buddy, daddy's going to pick you up in the morning." She whispered with a sweet smile, tucking her son in. Nacho smiled, his white wavy hair sticking out in multiple directions from the adventuring he had done.
Once she had finally gotten Nacho to bed peacefully, she checked her communicator and saw a few messages from Multi. A quiet smile was plastered on her lips as she read, Multi had always made her feel warmth in her chest but, she didn't want to think about it too hard at the moment.
NeedYourBlood to you: "Katie, how's Nacho?"
NeedYourBlood to you: "Is he okay?"
NeedYourBlood to you: "Answer me when you get the chance"
The ginger let out a chuckle before then typing back to the other.
You to NeedYourBlood: "He's good"
You to NeedYourBlood: "He just went to bed, do you wanna pick him up later?"
As she waited for a response, she sat in her meeting room where the small pink chair was. She waited impatiently, talking to herself and wondering what she should do if Multi does pick up Nacho. She could get more materials… she needs a lot of those. "Yeah, I'll get more things for the HQ. Especially more glass.. people keep throwing shit at it."
Ding!
NeedYourBlood to you: "Sure I'll pick him up after I'm done working, alright?"
You to NeedYourBlood: "Ok"
Katie sighed before making a list of the things she needed until she got tired and went to bed. She changed into comfortable clothes, a random t-shirt she found, sweats, and her hair down. Katie then crashed onto her bed as she drifted off to sleep.
A few hours into her sleep, she heard notifications coming from her communicator. She lazily rubbed her eyes, trying to find the communicator so she could get it to shut up. "God… where's the mute button on this thing..?" She mumbled with annoyance as she turned it on and looked at the screen.
NeedYourBlood to you: "Katie I'm sorry I got busy I'm going to go get Nacho now"
NeedYourBlood to you: "R u sleeping???"
NeedYourBlood to you: "Sorry"
NeedYourBlood to you: "I'm almost there can you come outside?"
"What the fuck, does this guy not sleep or anything?" Katie groaned, moving out of bed as it creaked beneath her weight. She yawned before going downstairs to open the door for Multi. 'I should really get this guy a key… but at the same time, it’s be scary in the middle of the night.' She thought tiredly as she opened the door and saw Multi already standing in front of her.
"Hi Katie, sorry for being late to pick up Nacho. I got sidetracked." Multi explained himself, his voice sounding tired and his face paler than usual. but then again, he's always pale and his low iron doesn't help either. "Late? It's like four in the morning.." Katie scoffed halfheartedly, letting Multi inside. "Nacho's upstairs sleeping. You want me to wake him up?" She asked the scientist as they both walked up the stairs. "It's alright, I'll get him." He responded before quietly opening the door to the young boys room and gently picking him up in his arms.
"Alright, bye Multi." She said as he walked out of the room with their son in hand, Katie then bent down slightly to hug Multi goodbye before kissing the sleeping Nacho on his forehead and going back to bed. The hug was ephemeral, nothing too special. Just a quick goodbye. But to Multi? It felt like he was touching clouds. The scientist wouldn't admit to anybody, but he was slightly touch starved from being in his godforsaken laboratory with uranium everywhere.
His pale face turned a soft crimson, completely stunned for just a moment until he shook his head and hurriedly walked back to his lab with Nacho in hand. The entire time, Multi felt as if Katie's touch was engraved into his memory afterwards. Of course, it wasn't a very sentimental hug or any of the sorts, but he still felt like a grand gesture when he finally felt contact from someone that wasn't his son.