Room 416 [Saturday, Early morning]

[imac_kenzie]

Mac was woken unreasonably early by a careful prod and loud whisper of, "Mom?"

And small people. Multiple small people. Climbing on her bed. Poking

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[weetinyq]

"You can't sleep forever. It's bad for you." Two small hands curled around the duvet Mac was hiding behind, yanking it back. "Dad told me so."

Said as if this means it has to be true.

[imac_kenzie]

"...Dad?" she mumbled. As far as Mac could remember, she'd never even had a boyfriend.

[weetinyq]

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast?" The boy hovered just a few feet from her face, looking hopeful. "Dad usually makes pancakes."

[imac_kenzie]

There was that 'dad' again.

It was only once Mac leaned up on her elbows that she really noticed a second kid all but attached to her side. "Uh, hi?"

[repeterpetrelli]

For purely, uh, pure reasons Peter had not slept in the room last night. But he did live there so he did show up.

And then stare.

"O... kay."

[imac_kenzie]

"I knew there was a reason I hated prom." Well, this sort of thing did tend to go and happen every year, it was a pattern that so far, she wasn't a fan of.

"Save me," Mac pleaded.

[repeterpetrelli]

"But they're cute," Peter replied. He looked around. "Are any mine?"

[imac_kenzie]

"... I don't think so," Mac said slowly, looking down at the new child-limpet attached to her leg. "I'm still working on parentage here."

Since she wasn't paying attention to him anymore, Miles had taken to rifling through her desk drawers instead.