Room 401, Sunday Afternoon

[nottrivial]

As of a trip to the mainland this morning, Alec was now the proud owner of a longbow.

It was, obviously, long (seriously long; Alec was six-two and the bow was probably about the same) and even if he didn't dwell on how exactly he intended to carry it around to the range and to places where he might need it (for example, home), he did have to come to a conclusion on where to store it in his room. Ideally soon, because the more he stood and looked around for a place for it, the more he kind of wanted to take it to the range and break it in, and he'd already done his training for the day with his recurve.

The obvious answer, 'under his bed,' was eluding him so far. He'd get there.

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[ultron_junior]

"I've never taken care of a kid younger than, like, 12," Victor noted. "So I will probably take you up on that."

[nottrivial]

"I think there's a weekend on the island that happens sometimes that might change that for you," Alec commented. "At least, according to some reports."

[ultron_junior]

"I heard that," Victor nodded. "I'm kind of hoping it's for real. I mean, I don't want kids, like, tomorrow, but ... someday, you know?"

[nottrivial]

Alec nodded. "I do too," he offered. "Not necessarily here. But at some point, it'd be nice."

He didn't really expect that he'd end up having them, but he'd like them, at any rate.

[ultron_junior]

"Dios mio, I wouldn't want to be a father on the island for more than a weekend," Victor sighed. "Can you imagine if it turned your baby into a cat or something for fun?"

He thought he could have kids and be a superhero. But that was, somehow, Different. (And then there was the whole question of whether he even could have biological children, but he figured that was why adoption was a thing.)

[nottrivial]

"...Right, yeah, I wouldn't want that," Alec decided firmly. "It already baffles me how some of the teachers raise children here."