A Bad Idea || Moriarty

[Mikaela Lye]

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[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light

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Moriarty Brevall - Hope this works! - 402 Words

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There were many people who wouldn't believe it if they heard Mikaela Lye was volunteering at a child centered event. Perhaps it was true Mikaela Lye wouldn't, but as Isabella Romano she volunteered on Thursdays at her young cousin's daycare center. Although Mikaela tried to avoid her family for the most part, 5 year old Rosy was an exception. Her mother was the sort that should never be exposed to kids and Mikaela took pity on the red haired child. Plus, being associated with a child at the daycare made it easier to volunteer.
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Although she definitely hadn't been raised to take care of kids, she had spent a lot of time with them as she was growing up. Back then her instructions had been far less wholesome, but it gave her the experience all the same.
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As she was finishing up instructing a few children on a basic origami craft her red headed cousin ran up to her, a little boy following shortly behind. "Aunt Izzy! We're hungry!" she said, tugging at Mikaela's sleeve."Can you make a snack?"
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Mikaela hesitated. "Oh, I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Her mind raced with other potential solutions to the hungry situation. It was still a while until the official snack time so she couldn't promise that to solve the problem. Frustration rolled through her. It was early enough that it shouldn't have been a problem at all.
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"Please?" her cousin asked, cuddling closer to Mikaela.
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Her heightened senses picked up on her cousin's stomach growling. "Did you not eat breakfast?" Mikaela frowned. Puppy dog eyes paired with a lack of verbal response told her that her guess was spot on. She released an irritated sigh. "Alright, how about this. We can see if there's anything you can have in the kitchen." Her gaze flickered to the other kid, judging for some sort of reaction to suggest that the kid knew it was dangerous to run off with a stranger. There was none. Perhaps that was something she would mention to the kid later.
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Without another word she straightened up the mess at her table and began walking towards the kitchen. She generally knew her way around, but she wasn't sure she should be in the kitchen. Anyone letting her mess with anything food related was an idiot. But hesitating on account of things that weren't rules to begin with wasn't her style.

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[Moriarty Brevall]

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Everyday I want things to get better, to feel better, but at the end I need to take it all one step at a time.

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[attr="class","Tea"]Mikaela Lye
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The daycare's recent event proved to be running excellently. They commandeered a few volunteers for the event to assure the children would be thoroughly tended. The event itself was, in a way, an advertising campaign to gain support from those within Lorsette. They offered varying games for children to play, everything steadily set up to confirm happiness for the attending children. The games were larger to organize and designed to teach crucial values to the attending children while bringing them some enjoyment.

The crucial mixture of fun and learning would hopefully ingrain the well-needed values into the brains of the attending kids. A majority of Moriarty's time was spent in the thick of the event, helping with children and soothing anyone who missed their parents. Unlike a majority of the days where he worked half the time, the weekend event would be one of Moriarty's few full-time days. A broad grin stretched across Moriarty's lips as he watched one of the children who was freshly comforted scurry back towards the group to continue in the event.

The dark-haired man's hands stationed themselves on his lips as he oversaw everything. A few of the volunteers had retreated to the sidelines for a quick break before continuing to keep up with the energetic, happy children. Around him, the kids giggled as they ran around, playing a scavenger hunt game with a promise of a candy prize for all participants. Amidst the scurrying children and following volunteers, somebody noticed a few missing children and a volunteer. One of his coworkers approached him, tapping on his shoulder.

The bespectacled man turned, a smile on his face as he waved at one of his friends. His coworker waved back, gesturing for him to follow to a quieter, easier to converse location.

"Mori? Have you Rosy and her friend? I cannot seem to find them anywhere and I'm supposed to host the next event," he asked softly.

A soft 'hmm' left Moriarty's lips as he shook his head. Between everything that happened and the wildness of the event keeping track of everyone proved a little difficult. In this circumstance, his coworker needed him, thus he began thinking about where the children could have possibly gone. The bespectacled man doubted they left the premises.

"I haven't, but I'll go inside and see if maybe they went inside. You just worry about your event, Kai. I'll find 'em," Moriarty responded with a smile.

"Thanks, Mori! Let me know if you find them," Kai said, relief leaking into his words.

The dark-haired man turned away, heading towards the daycare's main building. Slowly, he pushed through the door, his eyes scoping the children who were inside, enjoying their arts and crafts. Among them, Moriarty failed to scout the redheaded youth and her one friend. A gentle 'hmm' hummed through his lips as Moriarty strode further inside, checking around the corners until his eyes landed on the small, quaint kitchen. The black-haired man walked towards the kitchen, slowly opening the door and heading inside where he finally discovered a pair of children and one of the volunteers.

"There you two are," he began, letting the door close behind you. "What is everyone doing in here anyways?"

Snack time was still a while away and from what Moriarty recalled, the volunteer Isabella, rarely offered herself in the cooking affairs. Thus, discovering the two children alongside the dark-haired woman inside the kitchen was a surprise to the bespectacled cherubim.

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