#Damien and Martcha RP

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Little Villain

Roleplay with @mygardenofmuses and @monokuro-adventures !

Screams? Damien's ears perked up as he heard them. He's been walking on the sidewalk, watching the screen on his phone. Sure enough, the first dots on the mood app turned red. Oh-Oh. Not thinking, the boy headed to where the irritation did come from, bumping into the adults that fled in the opposite direction. "Ow, let me through, I'm a hero - " he asked them, pushing the ones aside that still blocked the way. Didn't they have eyes in their heads, God damn - "Uah!" They didn't. They didn't have faces in the first place. Ew.

"Kyahyahyahya!" If Martcha was still in Otherworld, this was an area she'd never seen before.  And quite a lively one at that! Of course, these people hadn't been afraid of her at first. That part didn't come until after she brought out her face-stealing magic. "That's right! Look at all your little friends and run!" She taunted the running civilians, before turning back to the stockpile of glowing blue orbs behind her. "Kyahyahya! Man, I thought I was the only one who knew about this place! But hey, it all turned out for the best, right? Better stir up some monsters to stick these faces to before they go back to their bodies..." When she turned back, however, she saw... One figure that wasn't running. One that was... Actually approaching her? "Ha!" she raised her staff with a shout. "Who dares approach me?!"

The way this one talked... Damien figured he did find the source. The ... tiny source. How to fight ... that? He didn't approach further, but squatted down to talk. "I'm one of the heroes. You made your point. Now how do I get you to give these guys their faces back?" There gotta be something they wanted and there gotta be a way to not be late to his meetup with Jess.

Martcha didn't hesitate as soon as she heard this guy was one of the heroes. "Kyahya! What, you really think you can stop me?!" she declared. "You do realize who I am, right? You're dealing with the great and powerful Ultra Dark Lord Martcha here! The most powerful thing in all of Miitopia... And the most evil as well!" She then turned back to the collection of glowing blue orbs behind her. "Oh, what, you want these faces back?" she huffed. "Well if you want them so bad, then... Come and get them!" She gathered up the orbs and began to fly away... Only to smack into a pole seconds later, causing the orbs to spill everywhere. "...Ack! T-The faces!"

"I'm not ... " Damien raised his hands, but it was too late and he was annoyed. What was this one doing? So Damien didn't know what these tiny balls were for, but he had a feeling they should not hit the ground. He cringed as he heard them bounce off the pavement.

This couldn't be happening. Martcha tried to pick up as many of the orbs as she could, but due to being so small a few of them inevitably got away from her. "No, no, what have I done?!" she squeaked. "If those orbs break, the faces I've gathered will-" Too late. Some of the faces were already starting to return to their bodies. Martcha then turned back to... Whoever this was, with fury burning in her eyes. "Do you even realized what's happened?!" she demanded. "I don't even know who you are, or what you're doing in Miitopia, OR why you think it's a good idea to mess with someone like ME..."

"You're not in Miitopia!" Damien assured, suddenly having a good idea of what must have happened. No wonder this villain was so over the top. They didn't belong here. Oh well, screw this then. He tried negotiating. Damien stepped up to the little villain, going to simply try and pick her up.

"What are you trying to pull?!" Martcha continued. "You think I don- AUGH!!" And that was when he picked her up. Quite suddenly at that. "P-Put me down this instant!" If she had had legs, she'd have been kicking right now. It seemed like all her squirming wasn't doing much, so after a moment she stopped. "Alright, look here," she began. "You think I've never seen this place before? This is New Lumos, the Neon City, City of Nightmares... Whatever you wanna call it. These people? They're in MY territory now. Their faces belong to ME. We clear on that?"

"Nah. This is Metro City" Damien argued back calmly. This was ... nice. She was just as small as a kitten, and warm like one, too. She could squirm all she wanted - Damien was used to keep small things like that from fleeing. So. These little marbles contained people's faces? That was weird, but he saw what happened after some broke. Damien walked up to some, wondering what happened when he'd step on them. "Will you give their faces back?" he asked the little villain.

Martcha blinked in confusion. "Metro... City?" she shook her head. "No, I could've sworn I was in New Lumos just a second ago! I stepped through some kind of door in the Third District... And then there were just all these people everywhere!" She then stopped herself. She had no idea why she was telling this guy all this stuff anyway. She didn't even know his name, and he definitely wasn't an sort of Mii she'd ever seen. And he still wanted her to give the faces back. "But... If I give those faces back..." Her expression turned from confused to irritated.  "Why SHOULD I, huh? Not like I'm going to tell you what I need them for anyway."

Hm. Doubt was clearly written on the boys face. This villain had told him so much already! "I'm not gonna put you in jail but other heroes will when this situation doesn't get resolved soon. This is not Miitopia" Damien repeated and stepped on the first orb, hoping to break it.

Martcha let out a squeak as she heard one of the orbs shatter. "W-what do you think you're doing?!" she screeched. She tried to squirm away again, in an attempt to go after the face that had just been released. But that was when she stopped. She had no idea what a "jail" was, but she didn't think she wanted to go there. She just wanted to get her faces and go back to the Sky Scraper. That being said, she was sort of powerless to do anything else at the moment... "...Fine," she sighed. "As much as I hate to say it... Take back the people's faces. I'd be stopping you right now, but I sort of can't move at the moment."

"Next evil scheme will work for sure" Damien soothed her; now stepping on the orbs one by one. It was actually ... really fun. "I do you a favour. I know it doesn't look like it now, but I do" he assured, getting the last ones and being cheered on by the few that were around - mostly ones that just got their faces back.

It was true that she didn't have much of a choice at the moment, but Martcha still couldn't believe what she was doing. Her plan was coming undone right in front of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it! She leaned her head down. In spite of this, however, she felt oddly comfortable being held like this. Maybe New Lumos could wait. Maybe Miitopia could wait. Maybe she could shake off this whole- She shook her head before looking back up. "S-so, uh... I guess you're gonna let me go back now, right? I mean, if what you say is true I'm not exactly in the right place..."

"Do you have any idea how to get back?" Damien asked her absently, looking around to check if everybody had their faces back. It seemed like so. About time to leave the scene then.

Martcha shook her head again. "It's like I said, I got here through this weird portal," she answered. "You see them all the time in Peculia. I just thought it was going to take me to another part of New Lumos!" She then began looking around. "Except... I don't actually SEE the portal anymore," she admitted. "Uh... You don't see anything like that around here, do you? I'm not exactly in the best position to look around and all... But maybe if we find it again I can get back to New Lumos?"

Aaaaaahhh ... He wanted to be in time to go and visit Jess... He sighed. "I don't see any portal" Damien said then, looking around. "But I can check. Don't steal people's faces" he inquired, shifting her over to one arm where he knew, she could escpape from with ease. Damien took his phone out, going to check the map of the city for any disturbances nearby.

Martcha squirmed a bit as she was moved around, but she didn't try to get away. "Can't exactly do that without..." She then freed one of her tiny floating paws to point at the ground, where her staff was still lying from earlier. "Actually, could I have that back? I don't want to leave without it..." But no, she was more interested in... This glowing box this guy seemed to be holding now. "What is that?" she asked. "Is it gonna help us find the portal?"

"Yes" Damien answered; then added: "You've never seen a mobile phone?" while peeking at her. He gave it for her to hold; the map still open, while he bend down to pick up the staff that fell on the ground. Oh, he'd make her regret it when she used it against him...

Due to her small size, Martcha very nearly fell as she was handed the phone. Even so, it was worth it, now that she had her staff back in her own paws. The things she could do to him and this city now... Stop thinking like that, she suddenly scolded youself. This thing is affecting how you're thinking. You've gotta get it out of you and get back home as soon as possible. ...But how? That was when she got an idea. She seemed to be in control of her own thoughts at the moment. Maybe she could get some words out... "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she managed to say. "I don't want to drop your... Um, glowy box thingy, this body isn't as strong as I imagined-" ...Wait, what? The spirit hadn't said that. Why did I just say that?

"Okay." Her tone of voice changed, Damien noticed. "Whoop." He really overestimated her strength, huh. He took the phone again before it would drop. "Come on, let's ... get out of here." He didn't want her to get in trouble. Damien pulled up the hood of his jacket and got walking, going to leave the main road for starters.

"Um, o-okay then. I... Don't know what just came over me, but... It was weird."  Martcha's eyes darted around as she spoke. Were... The dark marks over her eyes starting to fade? "That portal I came here through..." she continued. "It was actually kinda plain-looking. Just some sort of white vortex... So, uh... You see anything like that around?"

"There was nothing on my radar. Are you okay?" He was getting a little concerned here. This didn't sound like she was faking at being nice all of a sudden. This sounded ... very awfully familiar. As soon as they were in an alley, Damien stopped to write Jess a message. The meetup had to wait some.

"I-I'm... Not quite myself today..." She managed to say, her voice sounding a bit shakier than before. Yeah, it was vague and she knew it, but she doubted that she would even be allowed to outright say what was happening to her. Suddenly, however, that odd shadow started to cover her eyes again. "...Wait a minute!" She snapped, her voice reverting back to the way it had been before. "You didn't see anything at all? As in, the portal could've closed? ...As in, I'm trapped here?!"

"As in ... " Dammit, was was it with her? Damien put his phone aside before he could add the

emoticon. "As in 'You might need a hero to find back to your dimension and were lucky to run into one right away'. I mean, well, close enough." He was an official sidekick ... And now he was unsure where to go. Should he bring her to the Tower? Should he bring her with him to Jess?! There was no place for lost villains. ... it was a little bit sad. "Hm... "

Martcha tilted her head. "What do you mean 'close enough'?" she asked. Did he mean... He could take her back home? It was hard to do in her position, but she tried to puff herself up to be intimidating. "You will... Um... Take me to..." But then she shook her head. No, no, threatening him wasn't the way to go about this at all. "I'm... So sorry for that," she apologized. "If it isn't too much trouble... Does that mean you can get me back home? Or, you know someone who can?"

"Well." Maybe just let her know. "You know, people like you, they appear all the time. There's a system. They're bought to the Tower, heroes try to bring them back home, and help them integrate in case it doesn't work right away." He didn't want to destroy hope in her to ever get back, so he tried to sound optimistic here although that wasn't his thing. "But it's a place for heroes and their relatives. And not for ... " Well. "Can you pretend to be a good guy for a while?" Was it too much asked? Sure it was morally questionable but ... She just stole other people's faces, like 10 minutes ago.

"People... Like me? Pretend...?" Okay, THAT was confusing. "What are you..." Wait a minute. He... Still thinks I'm evil, doesn't he? She had to tell the truth. "W-what are you talking about? I'm... I'm not actually a villain at all!" It was vague again, but between her odd speech patterns and the way she'd been acting, he could tell she was being controlled, right? She then held up her staff again. "I don't blame you if you don't believe me, but before I tell you anything else... Take this from me, okay? Don't give it back no matter what I say. Trust me, it's important that I stay away from it."

Wow, this one was a natural. Damien took the little staff and put it in pocket - where else, after all. Though he did think it was important. "Okay ... " He frowned after doing what she requested. "So ... you're gonna be good now." He was just making sure!

"Of course I'm going to!" Martcha squeaked. "I just... Wish I could say the same for..." She shook her head again, sighing. "Listen to me. There's... Something I have to tell you," she said, looking sad. "But... Here isn't a good place to do it. Not out in the open like this. It's best if I'm contained somewhere first, just in case."

He couldn't show up at his girlfriends place, bringing a supervillain. Damien sighed and got walking again, wondering how late he was going to be. When the small lady needed to be somewhere private though, he should find some abandoned store or apartment or something. "What do you mean 'contained'?" he asked in advance, walking deeper in the net of alleys. He knew his way.

"W-what I mean is-" Urgh, it was starting to get hard to speak again. She wondered how much longer she would be able to control herself. Well, this would be as good a place as any, wouldn't it...? "It's going to be hard to believe, but..." she began, her face turning serious. "You already know who I am and where I'm from. In my home world, I'm known as the Great Sage. But... Something sort of happened to me and... There's been an evil spirit controlling my body for a while now. I don't know how much longer I'll be myself, even now. I know it's a lot to take in, but... I swear, I am telling you the truth."

"You tell me that now?" That really was his biggest concern. He wanted to meet Jeeess! Damien walked a half circle and headed back where he came from. "I knew you seemed familiar" he mumbled to himself.

"I-I'm sorry," Martcha sighed. "I... Couldn't exactly speak before, and... There was no other way you could've known that..." She quickly tilted her head up. "You're... Not going to take me somewhere bad, are you?" she asked. "And what do you mean by familiar?"

"You remind me of my mom" Damien spilled, walking a bit faster now with a fixed destination in his mind. "And that's where I bring you. Mom. She might help you." Who knew. "I'll pick you up tomorrow and we check for your dimension. Okay?" It was getting late. And there was school tomorrow. And it was just the best course of action.

"Your...?" Well, that was surprising. Martcha never expected that comparison, and not even the spirit knew how to react to that one. "Well, if she can help get me home, then... I don't see the harm in it," Martcha agreed. "The spirit won't be able to steal any faces as long as it doesn't have my staff, so there's no danger there, but even so..."

"Should I take it for the night?" Damien asked. It wasn't exactly ... carriage, it was so small.

Martcha nodded. "If it isn't too much trouble... That would probably be the best idea," she answered. "I'm just... So sorry I cuased all this trouble, I..." She put her head back down. Well, what else could she say?

"I take good care of it" Damien promised. He couldn't help but notice that his little passenger seemed a little down. - "Hey, you hungry?" Damien wondered shortly after, now on one of the gates of the subway station. Trains were going every couple of minutes and he was gonna be late for Jess now, anyways.  There was a small shop, selling Hot Dogs and ice cream, a couple candy bars, sandwiches and waffles. She must like something.

Martcha looked up, and the spirit was about to protest once more, until... She caught some sort of scent in the air. She wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled really good. She was starting to realize how hungry she actually was. "Uh, yeah, actually, I could eat something," she answered. "Uh... Do you think the shops around here take gold coins? That's pretty much all I have."

"Do you think you could eat a whole sandwich?" Damien asked her back, looking at the displayed ones and then back at Martcha. He had to smile, seeing her so worried. "I pay."

"Oh, that isn't necessary-" Martcha tried to speak up, until a strange smile suddenly crossed her face. "I ABSOLUTELY can," she said, her attitude changing once more. Yeah, it would be a lot of food for someone her size, but she WAS hungrier than she thought, after all.

Well, this was the longest time she'd been able to keep up her friendlier personality, so far. Maybe the other took over because she was hungry? "Which one do you like?" Damien asked, ignoring that 'oh that isn't necessary' from before.

Martcha tilted her head slightly. She actually didn't know what they ate here. It couldn't be that different than in Miitopia, could it? "Uh, I don't know," she finally answered. "We always have ham sandwiches where I'm from. Don't you have to fight the sandwiches first anyway?"

"What?" He had to laugh. "No worries. Um. They are ... defeated. - Two. Two sandwiches, please" Damien ordered, still chuckling to himself. He pointed at the ones in question, a ham and a plain cheese one. They were toasted before handed out, which Damien approved of.

Martcha sat there in silence for a moment as she waited. It was starting to smell really good in here... Will you at least close my mouth? You're going to make me start drooling everywhere- The spirit quickly spoke up, trying to drown out Martcha's voice. Um... By the way... Why are you, um, you know... Helping... Trying to help... Um, HER?" Hey, talking wasn't easy when you had two separate voices in your head.

"You two" Damien corrected. "I'm trying to help you two. You complaining?" He took their order and took one of the sandwiches out of the paper bag to hold it close to Martcha, but just out of her reach. They should go find a place to sit on anyways, so there was time to tease her.

The spirit was more surprised by this than anything. "Don't you realize what you're doing by helping me?" she asked. "I am the single most evil thing in all Miitopia! Doesn't that, you know... Bother you somehow?" Martcha shook her head again. "I-I'm... So sorry for that," she said, looking down slightly. The spirit was probably getting agitated because she was getting so hungry. "Uh... Let's just say that the last body this thing was in didn't exactly have to eat. At least, not anything that we could consider food..."

"I'm not bothered" Damien said after he took a moment to think about the spirits question. He approached the first bench close to the shop and sat down on the edge Some old lady was sitting there, too, but he found there was enough space for two. Or three, Martcha counted in. Four, with the spirit? Ah, let's just eat. He let Martcha sit by herself before handing her the sandwich in its paper wrapping. It was about as tall as her. Again he had doubts she could eat the whole thing.

Well, it's about time," Martcha huffed. She let out a small growl as she took the first bite. The spirit was starting to get more and more confused. Why WASN'T this guy bothered by it anyway? Should it even ask? All it knew was that it was hungry, confused, and tired of Martcha's voice constantly nagging it. If only it had her staff so it could drown her out again... Would you slow down? You're going to make me choke. Martcha let out another growl. She took an even bigger bite this time. It was mostly the spirit acting out of spite, although... It was starting to get harder to keep eating. There was no way she could eat this whole thing, was there? She still stayed silent, but the look on her face and the slight whine she gave said everything.

"What would you even do with the faces" Damien asked, watching the trains come in and go as he ate his own sandwich in peace. This one was not too bad company, to be all honest. "And what's with yours? Cheer up" he prompted after peeking at Martcha. There was no need to look defeated ... He was helping. It was gonna be alright.

Martcha tilted her head. That was a bit of an odd question to her, but she had to remember, she wasn't in Miitopia anymore. "I stick them on monsters," she answered. "What else would I do with them? If I don't, the faces will go back to their owners and the monsters I create wil disappear... That's how I'm going to take over all of Miitopia! Kyahahaha!" She took one more bite of her sandwich, before putting down what was left of it. "Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked suddenly. "You're taking me back to Miitopia, aren't you?"

Not ... quite. "I'm going to bring you to my moms place" Damien said, collecting his trash and scrunching it up, " - and get back to you tomorrow. I have a date" he let her know, frowning then, " - and school tomorrow. Sorry." Damien got up again and picked up the leftover sandwich which he wrapped back up. He's been too often without food than to waste anything.

At the sound of that, Martcha let out another soft growl. He still didn't realize what she was? Why she had to get back to Miitopia as soon as she could? What would happen if that... Annoying girl got to the Sky Scraper before- She shook her head. No... No, it was just the spirit making her think that way. "That... Sounds nice to me," she said, giving a slight smile. "Thank you. I'm... Sorry for all the trouble I've caused." But that was when she remembered something. "Um... By the way, I don't remember if I ever got your name..."

Did he forget to introduce himself? "Oh, sorry" Damien apologized. "I'm Damien. Sidekick ... in training." Yes, that was the title. He smiled at her and then looked up at the board. Their line would arrive in a bit. Good!

Martcha smiled. "Oh! That's a nice name," she said, nodded. "So, you're training to be a hero yourself, huh? Well, my name is Martcha. Um, Great Sage Martcha, that is. You can just call me Martcha if you-" And then the shadow across her face started to spread again. "What is she talking about? I am not just Martcha!" she suddenly huffed. "I am the Ultra Dark Lord! The one who's going to rule all of Miitopia! And don't forget that! Kyahyahyahya!!"

"I had the pleasure with that one" Damien remembered. "But it's good to meet you. Too" he figured.

Kyahyahyahya!!" Martcha continued. "Yeah, and after Miitopia... I dunno what I'm gonna do then. But they'll be talking about me even after I'm long gone, you bet!" She shook her head again, and the shadow across her face retreated. "Urgh... I'm... So sorry this keeps happening," she said. "Normally I'm... Not like this, you know? I hope this is all making sense, but..." She looked up anxiously, hoping the train would get here soon.

Damien, for once, was glad to be in the subway. At least here he was sure Martcha and her other personality weren't the weirdest things to enter all day. "It's okay" he assured. "Its a big city. You barely stick out" he promised her, and, before he could help himself, pet her head.

Martcha was about to let out another small growl, but instead just let herself be petted. Things were pretty bad as it were, but... Maybe things were going to get better after all. Maybe she would be able to get home and get back to normal. ...But... She then looked up again. "Um... I'm going to get to go back to Miitopia eventualy, right?" she asked. "I'm... Actually pretty important there, so..."

"We're gonna find out. After school tomorrow." As much as he wanted to help ... school was important. Finally their line arrived. Damien let the other people walk in first - he didn't want to worry about Martcha getting squished.

Martcha nodded. "Well... Thank you for helping me all you have, anyway," she said. "I don't normally have this much control of myself, but... Without my staff the spirit can't draw its power from me. O-Of course, I'm going to need it back before I go, but..."

"Should I take it or ... leave it with mom?" Damien wondered. Oh, speaking of which! "I would rather spend the night someplace else."

Martcha tilted her head. "Actually, it's probably better if you took it with you for the night," she said. "That will make it harder for the spirit to find it. Just don't forget where you end up putting it, okay? I'll need it when I go back to Miitopia."

"I'll take care of it" Damien promised and held on to a metal rod once in the compartment. The vehicle good moving. 

Half an hour later, Damien and Martcha reached their destination. The bat boy knocked once he found Greg Davis' door; still carrying the small dog woman in his arms. Its the first time he visits.

Greg was taking notes about his upcoming projects when he heard someone knocking on the door. Putting the notebook aside, the young father walked to the hall to welcome that unexpected visitor . "Good evening... Damien?"  

"And Martcha" Damien insisted. She got the honor to stay in his open backpack for now, so he wasn't sure if she peeked out or not. Still found she should be adressed properly. "Is mom here?" Damien asked right away.

"Oh!" Greg just noticed her now. "Good evening, Martcha. Nice to meet you." His eyes flickered back to Damien's. "She should come home soon. Please come in~" 

Martcha's small gray nose was already sticking out of the backpack, but once she heard her name mentioned for a second time, and by a voice she didn't recognize, she stuck her whole head out. "Hello," she said with a slight smile, hoping the shadow across her face wouldn't be too unsettling. "Damien tells me someone here can help me get back home? Um... I'm not from this world, you see." 

"Yeah, I need mom for that" Damien had Greg know and lead himself in. "When is soon?" he asked, looking up at Greg expectantly.

"Hum..." Greg took out his cellphone from the pocket to check the hour. "She went to buy some stuff for Jay, so she should be back in ten minutes, give or take." He beckoned them to take a seat on the couch. "I can offer you some drinks while we wait. Juice? Water? Something else?" 

"Uhhhhh ..... milk?" Damien asked, still walking away. He wanted to see all the rooms in here. Not waiting for Greg to show him around, he just peeked into the next best open door. 

"I'll just have some juice, please," Martcha replied, as she tried to fit more of her head through the hole. "Erm, if you can find something small enough to serve it in, that is." As much as Martcha didn't mind her small size, it made interacting with those larger than her a bit difficult. 

"Very well." Greg clapped his hands, then made his way to the kitchen. "I'm not sure if we'll have something that small, to be true. Maybe a bottle cap could work." He'd have to get creative with such a small guest.

That was settled. Damien took a look around, noticing too late that he was dragging Martcha with him - possibly, against her will. "You wanna sit in the living room, or come exploring?" he asked her.

"A bottle cap would work just fine, thank you," Martcha answered. "Trust me, I can make do just fine." She then turned to Damien to answer his question. "I think it's best if I stay with you," she replied. "I don't think it's a good idea to leave me alone with this spirit..."

Greg began to search for a bottle cap in the kitchen. Fortunately it didn't take him long to find one - he had finished a water bottle a couple hours ago. He took the cap and filled it with juice. Then he went to the fridge. Hopefully there would be some milk left.

"Okay." Truth be told, he himself preferred to have Martcha around. Damien just left his bag on the couch of the living room - he didn't even get out of his jacket, just yet. Then strolled around, checking the window, a plant, and taking a look at the pictures on the walls. He noticed that there quite a lot of flowers around, but didn't waste much attention on these. He inched forward, noticing there was a room with light turned on in it and its door being open.

Fortunately, these was some milk left. Greg filled a glass, and carried it along with the juice cap to the living room. "Alright, I brought you some drinks!" he announced, placing the tray on the table. He noticed Damien staring to Jay's room. "Jay probably is still playing if he didn't fall asleep already. You can go see him if you want, you know."

Martcha looked up at the sound of another voice. "Oh, thank you," she said, smiling slightly. She didn't want to be nosy, and she wasn't sure if Damien was taking her somewhere she shouldn't be. "I-If it's alright, I think I'd like to sit down now..."

Damien stared at the door for some time longer, but turned eventually. He didn't give Martcha anything to drink yet, now that he thought of it. Just food. "You check on him" he instructed Greg. "He's real young, right? Don't want to give him a scare." A stranger at this hour, looking like this? Yeah, he better not go right in. Damien sat Martcha on the couch for now. She said she wanted to sit, but there was nothing even remotely close to her size.

"I can bring him here. He loves meeting new friends." Greg suggested. When Jay wasn't too sleepy yet, maybe he could meet some new playmates. But that depended entirely on the toddler. "I'll go watch and see how he's doing. Feel free to turn on the TV or just rest."