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[faithful_slayer]

The baby has been fed. And changed. And bounced and sung to and amused.

The baby is now asleep. And Faith does not have proper bebe-accomadations in her flat.

Which is why, reluctantly, she's knocking on Michael's door, very quietly.

If nobody answers, she'll make a baby bed out of a dresser drawer.

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[rebelheartalien]

There's a pause, before the door opens. Long enough for someone to find enough clothes to be decent.

Michael didn't bother with a shirt, though.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith smiles, apologetically. "Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to...he fell asleep, and I don't have, like, a crib or anything..."

Beat.

"Nice pecs."

[rebelheartalien]

He starts to answer, but is interrupted by a voice from somewhere behind him.

"Aren't they? Hi, Faith."

Maria appears in the doorway, grinning sleepily and wearing little more than a strategic sheet.

[faithful_slayer]

"...I picked a really, really bad time to knock, didn't I?"

Faith looks decidedly sheepish.

"I'm sorry. Hi, Maria."