The Chibi Problem Part 14
I set up next to Pete and began grooming BabyDoll. His class would be one of the first of the adults called, and if he won we would be hanging around until the afternoon for the Best of Type, and then the Best of Show, if he won in Type.
BabyDoll wasn't the only mommie at the show. As a consequence, a fun class had been added for Best Gundam. No points awarded, just a chance to show off and earn bragging rights to the prettiest babies. Needless to say, I put BabyDoll's name in for that.
The juvenile classes went first, as they tended to tire quicker. Pete had a juvenile trowa, a long, lean little guy with a very typey unexpression, who looked very strong against his competition. His eyes were the perfect shade of green and his unibang described the ideal arc.
Wow, I breathed when Pete brought him out to prep him. He's a beauty! Did you breed him?
Yep, Pete replied proudly. Mommie is my most reliable heero and daddy is last years' champion. He put out his hand and the trowa raised one eyebrow fractionally before stepping onto his palm. He cocked his head to the side when he heard the chibits chattering, and looked up at Pete, as if to say "What is that, and why is it here?"
BabyDoll answered the questioning look with a lot of chatter and a few rumbles. The trowa blinked. BabyDoll blushed, grinning broadly, and made an "aw, shucks" gesture with the end of his braid.
Apparently, the trowa had complemented BabyDoll on his lovely babies. I knew for sure when Angel and Killer puffed up proudly and began to preen. They immediately grabbed the chibits and insinuated themselves onto the grooming table so that the trowa could have a closer look.
The baby duo sat down and looked up at the trowa, violet eyes wide with awe. He grinned and held up his arms, squeaking "Shiiiniiigamiii." The trowa blinked. He picked up the little duo and looked at him. Emerald and amethyst stared at each other for a long moment. The trowa cuddled the baby close and blinked slowly.
Love at first sight, I teased Pete. He glared at me.
Only if one of us plans to buy the other's chibi, he grumped. I've got high hopes for this one with a cute little quatre.
I laughed, and suggested that mommie might want to take the little charmer back. BabyDoll did so, giving the trowa an arch look in the process.
My goddess; is that little demon already matchmaking?!
Listen you little slut, I muttered to BabyDoll. Give the baby a chance to grow up! He fluttered his long lashes at me and cooed "Oooiiiii?" Who; moi?
When Pete took his trowa into the ring, I walked over to watch, taking Killer with me. I didn't trust the little assassin alone with Pete's boy. Besides, it would give me a chance to explain what he and Angel would be doing in the pet class. He sat on my shoulder, arms folded over his chest, glaring at everyone and everything around us.
"Onna. Injustice!" he growled at a group of juvenile wufeis waiting to enter the ring next. They glared right back at him.
What did I tell you? Don't start anything or you'll never see the inside of the condo again.
He glared at me and hissed "kissssama!" Then he faced forward, refolded his arms over his chest and watched the judging of the trowas.
Each type of chibi offers a different ring performance. They are all judged on how closely they conform to the standard for their type in expression, appearance, temperament and behavior. The fliers are also judged on their grace and power in the air, the grounders on their speed and agility.
Heeros are expected to have a paint peeling glare; duos to tease and flirt. Wufeis are rated on their grumpiness; quatres on their friendliness. Trowas are prized for their absolute impassivity.
True to his breeding, Pete's handsome guy might as well have been made of stone. I wasn't surprised when he took first.
Walking back to the set-ups, I congratulated Pete and fussed over his trowa. Even Killer allowed a grudging snort of appreciation. I looked down at just the right moment to catch the trowa smirking ever so slightly.
I think I see a tiny bit of his mommie showing, I grinned.
Long as it's outside the ring, Pete laughed.
The baby duo was making friends all over the place, I saw. Pete's wufei was cuddling him, a look of blissful bemusement on both their faces. BabyDoll and Angel held the other babies and chattered with nearby chibis.
I think I better put a leash on this little guy, I said, taking the baby back. Who knows where he'll end up.
Killer jumped down and scooped up his son, retreating to sit between Angel and BabyDoll. He sniffed the baby all over, then began grooming to wipe away the scent of the foreign wufei.
Pete's boys both watched intently.
BabyDoll is a low-maintenance little guy, once he's braided up. He and I watched the rest of the juvenile classes and the adult wufei class. Pete's wufei went down to the wire with another handsome guy and won by a single point. BabyDoll and I cheered when the judge motioned them forward.
~*~
I took a few days off, to do some freezer cooking and spring-cleaning --
What? You want to know what happened at the show?
*Sigh...*
Yes, of course you do...
First, I want it clearly understood that Pete and I are still good friends. We were able to laugh about it less than a week later. And since BabyDoll won his points and is now finished, the ban is irrelevant. And if a person doesn't know any better than to get between two fighting chibis, they deserve whatever injuries they get. And chibis do a really cute victory dance on the losers.
My lawyer says they can sue all they want, but they won't win. In fact, since I was the one who ended up with stitches, I should sue them.
All that really matters is that BabyDoll won; his babies are the prettiest in the world; the alphas are staunch defenders of their mate and babies, and the rest I don't want to talk about.
Okay?
Okay.
Excuse me; I need some Tylenol.
TBC...
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