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Men At Work - Part 3

I know this has been a little slow to start, but things should progress a little more quickly from here. I wanted to establish some of the groundwork for this weird dynamic they all have but unfortunately, these men don't know the meaning of slow, even in my own head.

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“How are the repairs going?” you ask.

It’s just Nikto today, returning your Tupperware from dinner the other night. He’s covered head to toe once again, all that’s visible are those glass blue eyes. One way mirrors - hiding everything beneath the surface.

They remind you of… something. 

Hmm. When you figure it out, they’re sure to make an appearance in your next novel.

“On track,” he answers in that sharp, staccato way you’re learning is just his way.

Unfortunately for him, that just makes you more curious. You know it’s a bit obnoxious - you’re not entitled to information, you know that. And most of the time you curb the inquiries tapping at the back of your teeth. But he’s in your house, snuggling your traumatized cat. If he’s got a problem answering casual questions, you’re certain he’ll have no problem letting you know.

“You’re redoing the whole thing?”

“Most of it. Foundation is good. The rest - дерьмо.”

You don’t know a lick of Russian, but you can guess.

“Good bones,” you hum in understanding. As if you know anything about construction. “That helps. When do you think it will be done?”

He shifts, sharp eyes flicking between your busy hands, the door, and Rasputin holding him lovingly hostage.

Little guy is currently perched on your shoulder, face buried against your collar in abject despair that his bestest friend hasn’t come to visit. Shithead is poaching (or attempting to, anyway) the sandwiches you’re assembling. So far, she’s only swishing her tail, biding her time. You’re keeping an eye on her.

“Two months. Three if any of us are called.”

You hum, reach for the tomatoes. It’s only because you’re looking at him that you notice the slightest twitch around his eyes. Beneath his mask, you’d bet he’s scrunching his nose.

“No?”

“I will eat.”

You leave the tomatoes off. Guy mews sadly, you tilt your head to press a kiss to his little ear.

“So, two or three months. Krueger said you’ll move in then.”

“Da.”

You top the sandwiches with a final slice of bread and turn to the oven. Spin back just in time to catch Shithead’s paw reaching for Krueger’s designated sandwich. Nikto eyes the plate of brownies in your free hand; you bite the corner of your mouth to keep from grinning.

“What about the yard?”

Nikto tilts his head. If he didn’t give the impression of a particularly large predator, you’d call it cute. As it is, even spiders and snakes endear themselves to you somehow.

“What about yard?”

“Any plans for it?” You sneak an extra brownie onto Nikto’s plate. Reward and apology for wrenching conversation out of him. “Grass? Trees? Flowers?”

He blinks. Just once. Some sort of intuition tells you that even that behavioral tic is a big social step for him.

“No.”

“Oh, uh… gravel then?”

“We mean no plans,” he corrects.

“Oh! Alright, I suppose that’s a long way off anyway. There’s still so much work to do on the inside.”

But it does get you thinking. What even goes into fixing a house? And how do they know all this stuff? The electric, the insulation, the… whatever else goes into a home. Is it just Weird Things they picked up from the military?

You stare contemplatively at the house’s exterior as you walk the plates across the street with Nikto. (Ras is riding on his shoulder and Guy refused to detach his claws from yours. You fear for the state of your home with Shithead left behind, but neither you nor Nikto had a spare hand to wrangle her with.)

Nikto practically kicks the door in, shouting for the others as he goes. Guy chooses that moment to start crying - uncanny sense for appearing pathetic as possible.

Konig must hear him halfway down the stairs, because the steady boot steps get faster after a moment.

“Oh, bubchen! Why are you sad? What has happened?” Konig coos, nearly running to your side.

Of course, now that he’s gotten what he wanted, Guy’s volume lowers. He makes a pleased little “mrow” and slinks off your shoulder and into Konig’s reaching hands. You’d call him a traitor but you’re a damn sucker for a big man with a cute animal. 

“You two are ridiculous,” you laugh, setting the plates on the counter.

It’s already been replaced since last you saw it. Black granite, very sleek. You like it. (Which of them installed it? Nikto? You usually catch glimpses of him on the ground floor.)

“He is a baby, Biene,” Konig protests, “he must be treated like one.”

“He’s already five!” You reply, like you don’t have a papoose for when your hands are too full to snuggle him.

“Did I stutter? I do not think so. This is a baby.”

You have to turn away to hide your laughter, pretending that taking the foil off the lunches requires your full attention.

Krueger steps up behind you while you’re not looking. The heat of him is what alerts you, the only reason you don’t jump when his rough voice comes by your head.

“Where is the Shithead.”

“Hello to you too, Krueger. How is your day?”

He grunts and reaches past you, trying to snatch up a brownie. Without a thought, you slap at his hand - balk at the sharp whack sound it makes. He jerks his hand back in shock.

“You deny me my dearest friend and you attack me in my own home.”

You spin on your heel, mouth already open. False start as you realize he’s even closer than you expected. The height difference doesn’t seem like much until you’re eye level with his neck. You untangle your tongue and ignore the smirk growing at the corner of his scarred mouth.

“This is barely a house, never mind a home,” you scoff.

He snorts - that smirk turns to a full blown grin. A little crazed. Unfortunately, that makes it more attractive. (And the bastard probably knows it too.)

“You insult me too, now.”

“Sure, but I brought you food.”

He flicks his eyes to the plate behind you and arches a brow.

“Bring me the little Sheisskerl and I will forgive you.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Go get her yourself.”

What the hell did you just say? Inviting a man into your house unaccompanied?! You may not be a true crime writer, but you know better.

You still don’t take it back.

He locks eyes with you, gives the distinct impression that he knows exactly what you just thought and he’s amused by your obstinance.

“Fine.” He reaches past your hip. Smells like sweat and something that reminds you of heat. Solder? Certainly not anything you’re used to. “Behave, eh? Konig is easy to take advantage of.”

You snort and glance at Konig over his shoulder, who’s glaring now. (Somehow no less intimidating even with Guy nuzzling at his mask.)

As Krueger turns, he takes a big bite of brownie, humming appreciatively under his breath. You shake your head, then turn to Konig.

“If you want to steal one of his sandwiches, I’ll look the other way.”

Konig barks a short, sharp laugh of surprise. It startles you a bit, but not enough to wipe the grin from your face. You know he really means it when he sounds like that.

“How are the bathroom repairs going?” you ask.

“They are going well!” he answers. Then launches into an in-depth explanation of all the ongoing projects. Replacing walls, rewirings, outlet and light installations. What doesn’t go over your head is almost too fast to understand as his accent thickens with excitement. You nod along anyway, because you asked, and he’s stupidly endearing - big muscular man getting a bit squeaky while he rambles about pipes.

He barely even notices Guy’s little paw reaching until it’s shoved into his open mouth. He sputters as you burst into laughter, gently tucking Guy’s arm against his chest.

“Why would you do this?!” he asks, only to receive a slow blink in response.

“He’s saying you need to eat,” you giggle, nudging Konig’s plate.

“Oh, that’s right! Thank you for the lunch!”

Barely a couple bites in and you hear the door open again. Krueger stomps in with Shithead bundled in his arms, one hand under her bottom, the other around her tummy. She’s got her head tilted all the way back to chirp and chitter at him.

“Why are you carrying her like that?” you ask, choking back a giggle. 

“It is how she wishes to be carried.”

You blink at her - but sure as shit, she’s perfectly content being held like a child’s toy.

“Well good luck eating like that.”

“You won’t feed me?” he leers.

“I don’t want rabies if you bite me.”

His laughter is even harsher than Konig’s. You like it instantly.

All that’s left is to hear Nikto’s.

Agatha is outside when Nikto walks you back home.

(Krueger huffed that he had too much work to do for the day, but he would see you for dinner. While you were still blinking in shock at his self-invite, Konig transitioned Little Guy back into your arms. All the while grumbling at Krueger’s impatient German.)

She scowls as she notices your two-person parade. Nikto’s juggling Little Guy and Rasputin; you’ve got a firm grip on Shithead and the stack of dirty plates. You snort a bit just thinking of her paranoid comments about them being bad men. Sure, they might be in some ways, but it’s a hard sell when Ras is trying to lick at the edge of the mask around Nikto’s eyes.

“Afternoon, Agatha,” you call, just to be petty.

“When is your fiance coming by again?” she calls back. “Such a lovely young man.”

Your mirth dries up in an instant. “I broke up with my boyfriend four months ago. I thought I told you.”

You did. You know you did. Because she’s a nosy pain in the ass that was asking about your Easter plans with him (trying to invite you to church once again) when you told her that you left him. She’d even fussed about it at the time, saying that there’s hardly anything that can’t be healed with time and understanding.

(It was only your commitment to your own privacy that kept you from asking how much time it takes to smooth over someone cheating with your cousin.)

At your side, Nikto grunts. You glance sideways at him, wondering what he must think.

But his eyes are on Agatha. Even Rasputin has paused the grooming routine to narrow his one eye at her.

“Is this the one that looks in mailbox?” he asks, louder than you’ve ever heard.

Loud enough that she hears. And flushes redder than the poppies in your flowerboxes.

“That’s her husband, actually,” you answer. She sputters, and an incredibly immature bolt of satisfaction suffuses you.

He grunts again. Eyes her up and down. “Maybe we leave surprise for him next time, da?”

You press your lips together, but it does nothing to prevent you from grinning. He’s deadly serious, though, which somehow makes it even funnier to you.

“Maybe!” you reply in a tone that really means absolutely.

Nikto shuts the door on her face before Agath can get out a threat to call the police.

“You’ve got a petty streak,” you say, grinning at him.

He tilts his head. “You like.” He doesn’t even sound sure if it’s a question or a statement.

“Yeah,” you giggle, “I like it.”

He grunts and takes the plates from your hand. “We wash. You think about dinner and revenge. Da?”

You plop yourself onto a stool by the kitchen counter. “Da.”

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Daisy's head lay in her lap, and Demi held her hand, looking often at her, with eyes so like his father's, and a little gesture that seemed to say, "Don't be troubled, mother; I am here;" and all about her were friends to lean upon and love; so patient, pious Meg put by her heavy grief, feeling that her best help would be to live for others, as her John had done.

‘She is growing better, I am sure of it, my dear. Don’t despond, but hope and keep happy,’ said Mrs. March, as tenderhearted Daisy stooped from her knee to lay her rosy cheek against her little cousin’s pale one.

‘What have you been at today, bubchen?’ asked Mr. Bhaer, picking up the gymnast. ‘Me went to see little Mary.’ ‘And what did you there?’ ‘I kissed her,’ began Demi, with artless frankness. ‘Prut! Thou beginnest early. What did the little Mary say to that?’ asked Mr. Bhaer, continuing to confess the young sinner, who stood upon the knee, exploring the waistcoat pocket. ‘Oh, she liked it, and she kissed me, and I liked it. Don’t little boys like little girls?’ asked Demi, with his mouth full, and an air of bland satisfaction. ‘You precious chick! Who put that into your head?’ said Jo, enjoying the innocent revelation as much as the Professor. ‘Tisn’t in mine head, it’s in mine mouf,’ answered literal Demi, putting out his tongue, with a chocolate drop on it, thinking she alluded to confectionery, not ideas. ‘Thou shouldst save some for the little friend. Sweets to the sweet, mannling.’ And Mr. Bhaer offered Jo some, with a look that made her wonder if chocolate was not the nectar drunk by the gods. Demi also saw the smile, was impressed by it, and artlessy inquired. .. ‘Do great boys like great girls, to, ‘Fessor?’ Like young Washington, Mr. Bhaer ‘couldn’t tell a lie’, so he gave the somewhat vague reply that he believed they did sometimes, in a tone that made Mr. March put down his clothesbrush, glance at Jo’s retiring face, and then sink into his chair, looking as if the ‘precocious chick’ had put an idea into his head that was both sweet and sour. Why Dodo, when she caught him in the china closet half an hour afterward, nearly squeezed the breath out of his little body with a tender embrace, instead of shaking him for being there, and why she followed up this novel performance by the unexpected gift of a big slice of bread and jelly, remained one of the problems over which Demi puzzled his small wits, and was forced to leave unsolved forever.

Aunt Dodo was chief playmate and confidante of both children, and the trio turned the little house topsy-turvy. Aunt Amy was as yet only a name to them, Aunt Beth soon faded into a pleasantly vague memory, but Aunt Dodo was a living reality, and they made the most of her, for which compliment she was deeply grateful. But when Mr. Bhaer came, Jo neglected her playfellows, and dismay and desolation fell upon their little souls. Daisy, who was fond of going about peddling kisses, lost her best customer and became bankrupt. Demi, with infantile penetration, soon discovered that Dodo like to play with ‘the bear-man’ better than she did him, but though hurt, he concealed his anguish, for he hadn’t the heart to insult a rival who kept a mine of chocolate drops in his waistcoat pocket, and a watch that could be taken out of its case and freely shaken by ardent admirers. Some persons might have considered these pleasing liberties as bribes, but Demi didn’t see it in that light, and continued to patronize the ‘the bear-man’ with pensive affability, while Daisy bestowed her small affections upon him at the third call, and considered his shoulder her throne, his arm her refuge, his gifts treasures surpassing worth.

There might have been cause for maternal anxiety, if Demi had not given convincing proofs that he was a true boy, as well as a budding philosopher, for often, after a discussion which caused Hannah to prophesy, with ominous nods, ‘That child ain’t long for this world,’ he would turn about and set her fears at rest by some of the pranks with which dear, dirty, naughty little rascals distract and delight their parent’s souls. Meg made many moral rules, and tried to keep them, but what mother was ever proof against the winning wiles, the ingenious evasions, or the tranquil audacity of the miniature men and women who so early show themselves accomplished Artful Dodgers?

Of course the children tyrannized over her, and ruled the house as soon as they found out that kicking and squalling brought them whatever they wanted. Mamma was an abject slave to their caprices, but Papa was not so easily subjugated, and occasionally afflicted his tender spouse by an attempt at paternal discipline with his obstreperous son. For Demi inherited a trifle of his sire’s firmness of character, we won’t call it obstinacy, and when he made up his little to have or to do anything, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not change that pertinacious little mind. Mamma thought the dear too young to be taught to conquer his prejudices, but Papa believed that it never was too soon to learn obedience. So Master Demi early discovered that when he undertook to ‘wrastle’ with ‘Parpar’, he always got the worst of it, yet like the Englishman, baby respected the man who conquered him, and loved the father whose grave ‘No, no,’ was more impressive than all Mamma’s love pats.

[charliemwrites]

The spoons anon must know

How does Saint handle their rut?

Also, which MaW man is the most like to get Jump scared by reader being a little shit

Hiiii!!

Konig is most likely to get startled! Poor thing, bubchen gets him all the time🤭

Ruts tend to heighten/intensify an Alphas instincts and inclinations. If an alpha is a territorial asshole usually, it gets worse during rut.

For Saint’s part, they get protective of the Omegas. They want to coddle and hover and provide and snuggle - to a point that would probably offend most Omegas and/or just be generally inconvenient.

So! They usually act a little less reserved during pre-rut and then hole up in their room during their proper rut.

(If you’re asking if they get horny out of their mind, yes absolutely 1000%. Even smelling one of their Omegas in the hall can make them cum)

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Kem dưỡng ẩm cho bé là một sản phẩm quen thuộc và không thể thiếu trong quá trình chăm sóc da trẻ nhỏ.

Không chỉ người lớn mà làn da mỏng manh, nhạy cảm của trẻ em cũng cần phải được bảo vệ mỗi ngày.

Mặc dù vậy, rất nhiều thương hiệu khác nhau sẽ khiến cha mẹ khó khăn trong việc lựa chọn. Đừng bỏ lỡ những thông tin dưới đây để tìm kiếm được item phù hợp nhất nhé! #kem_dưỡng_ẩm_cho_bé_loại_nào_tốt #dexeryl #johnson_baby #aderma #mustela #cetaphil #bubchen #chicco #kem_dưỡng_ẩm_cho_bé #kem_dưỡng_ẩm #chuangheta

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Corte completa da Oktoberfest de Igrejinha 2019 - -

A escolha de Juraci Beatriz Weiand, 64 anos, como Seniorin da Oktoberfest, completou a corte oficial da festa. Juraci se junta à corte representada por  Jéssica Bischoff ( rainha ), Nathália Kinast e Natália Dier  ( princesas ),  Brayan da Silva Sander (bubchen) e Bianca de Oliveira (mädchen).

Desde 1988 a comunidade de Igrejinha, cidade localizada a 90 quilômetros da capital Porto Alegre, realiza sua Oktoberfest. Três mil voluntários, da cidade e região, trabalham para celebrar a cultura germânica através de shows musicais, gastronomia tradicional, produtos coloniais, chope, jogos germânicos, mostras culturais, desfiles e bandinhas típicas. Em 2019, a festa realiza sua 32ª edição, de 18 a 27 de outubro, no Parque de Eventos Almiro Grings

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“Oh!” Konig gasps in pleasant surprise. “Hallo, Bubchen!” - my genuine reaction

Part 2!

Finally finished moving house so hopefully I’ll be updating semi-regularly again.

Content: brief and non-descriptive explanation of Rasputin’s backstory (injury and illness)

Agatha is over again.

You don’t know why. She doesn’t like you, your cats, or anything as far as you can tell. It seems her primary motivation for talking to you at all is to exercise her role as neighborhood matriarch. She “keeps tabs” on everyone, but especially you - the unmarried woman living alone that keeps odd hours.

A rebellious part of you wants to roll your eyes and make snarky comments whenever she sniffs at your life choices. The same part of you that would make scenes at holiday dinners or slam doors when you were a teenager. That girl has long been smoothed and polished - or maybe just worn down. It’s so much effort to make rude, nosy, traditionalists clutch their pearls. Much easier to smile in their face and do what you want anyway.

Still, that part of you itches at the surface sometimes. Makes your eye twitch.

“I know your generation is different but that’s just not the type of neighborhood we live in,” she’s saying.

You’re a bit foggy from a late night patching plotholes and haven’t registered much of anything she’s said. You really just want to go inside and stare at the TV until words make sense again.

“What do you mean?” you ask, for once not feigning your confusion. But of course this is the one time she doesn’t buy it.

She looks down her frail little nose at you, cornflower blue eyes baleful. You don’t feel scolded, but you sense that you’re supposed to.

“Now you know just what I mean. People will talk.”

People always talk, it’s an unfortunate byproduct of the human condition. Like a deaf bird, you’ve never understood all the chatter.

“Talk about… the buttercups?” you wonder, pointing at the blossoms. You’re quite proud of them actually.

Agatha puffs up and hisses out a breath. “You ought to keep to this side of the street. Away from those men.”

You blink. Men…?

A bang comes from across the street, followed by rough German cursing. (At least you think it’s cursing.)

Ah. Those men.

“I was just welcoming them to the neighborhood.”

It comes out of your mouth automatically, innocent excuses for something you remind yourself you don’t need to justify.

“I’d rather they didn’t feel welcome,” she snips. “Better they sell that awful house and go somewhere else.”

You flick your eyes over her bony shoulder. Konig passes by a window, massive biceps on display as he lifts something outside of view.

“They’re nice,” you say. Nice to look at. Krueger’s face alone quite makes up for his conversational shortcomings.

“The only reason men like that act nice is because they want something,” Agatha snaps. “This is a respectable neighborhood.”

Yeah, soooo respectable when Bertram rifles through your mail or Lisa looks into your backyard.

“Well,” you muse, “better to be on good terms with them, I think. They're not the type you want to piss off.”

That defiant streak lights up at the way her face sours. If only she knew what sort of words you use when it’s just you and the cats.

“You’ve just proven my point. Those are not the type of men young ladies should associating themselves with.”

You have to try very hard not to scrunch up your face. One blessed day, people will stop referring to you as “young lady” in that insufferably condescending tone. You can’t wait for that day.

Some of your mounting irritation must show on your face because she takes on a sickly sweet “teaching” tone.

“Neighborhoods are like gardens. Everything grows best when the rows are kept separate. That’s why the farmers plant them that way.”

You glance pointedly at your own yard, where the flowers are blooming in haphazard sprigs wherever you tossed the seeds. Agatha’s lips get thin.

“Best that you stay on this side of the street, missy. That’s the last I’ll hear of it.”

She spins on her heel and stalks off like a particularly drab bird. You stand on your porch for a second longer, face contorted in annoyed confusion. You don’t even have strong feelings about the three men; the simple act of someone - Agatha of all people - labeling them as “Off Limits” makes them instantly more appealing.

Maybe you should see someone about that or something. Then the pathetic cries of Guy through the window lure you back inside.

It’s nearly sundown when there’s a knock at your door. Still agitated from your talk with Agatha, you puff up like Shithead when Rasputin sits on her favorite toy. March up to the door, fling it open - and come up short when you see the three men looming on your doorstep.

Before you can recover, a little gray blob scrambles past your ankles, crying like the sky is falling.

“Oh!” Konig gasps in pleasant surprise. “Hallo, Bubchen!”

And all 6-foot-plus of Austrian instantly folds to scoop Guy up. You’ve barely managed a now-useless shout of alarm when Shithead wedges her fat head between your calves. Behind you, Rasputin politely screeches his little chainsmoker call.

And somehow, in the chaos of fumbling for furballs, you end up with all three men in your foyer.

Guy is purring away in Konig’s thick arms. Shithead is attempting to scale Krueger’s tight cargo pants. And Rasputin is pawing the air at Nikto, visibly calculating the jump to his wide shoulders.

Which leaves you with the clean serving platter you dropped off just yesterday. You blink at it for a moment, then glance at them.

“So… the cookies were good then?”

“Very good!” Konig rushes to say. Krueger and Nikto each nod, almost comically solemn.

“We have no baking or cooking skills,” Krueger continues, “so tell us what needs fixing.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he means. The house. He wants to fix your house. It’s surprisingly sweet, and you laugh a bit, shaking your head. “You don’t need to do that, I was just-“

“Is custom,” Nikto interrupts.

Konig nods with all the enthusiasm of a bobblehead as Krueger crosses his arms. (Whatever effect he’s going for is ruined by Shithead clinging to his pocket and screaming.)

“In our country, we bring gifts as guests. Our gift is repairs,” he explains.

You arch your brows playfully. “I don’t remember inviting you to be guests.”

He arches his brows right back. “We did not invite you either.”

Well shit.

“Okay, okay. I guess there’s a couple things…”

Konig perks up. “We would be happy to help, Biene!”

It’s strange having men in the house. You think you should be more nervous about it, can’t remember the last non-family man allowed into your space. Especially alone.

There’s a sharp awareness, of course. Hard not to be aware of them. It’s not just that they’re big, dwarfing all of your you-sized furniture. There’s a presence to them, something felt but not seen by your untrained eye. Maybe it’s in the set of their shoulders, the way they stand with both boots firmly planted. Maybe it’s the precise way they speak and move, not just separately but as a unit. Acting more like a collective consciousness than as individuals.

Whatever it is, you couldn’t ignore them if you tried. And you’re definitely not trying.

You set Krueger to work on the kitchen cabinet you’ve been meaning to replace. He clicks his tongue at the tape-and-lean method you’ve been using to keep the old one in place. Shithead immediately sets to work helping by gnawing at his shoelaces.

Konig is stationed in the guest bathroom, where the sink doesn’t run right. Guy comes mewing into your arms when he’s set down, effectively tattling that his new friend is mean and awful for withholding affection for even a moment.

You try not to visibly hesitate when you corner yourself in your own laundry room. Nikto has followed you right in, seemingly unaware that he’s invading your personal space. He’s not even looking at you though, eyes zeroed in on the dryer you point to.

“It’s not heating up, so the clothes stay wet or take forever to dry,” you explain.

He grunts in acknowledgement, then nods to Rasputin, who has taken up residence on the washer. His one golden eye blinks slow and serene at the two of you.

“What happened?” he asks.

You hum, softening in pleasant surprise at the question.

“I’m not sure how he lost his eye. It was infected when I found him. But I know for sure the tail and leg are from getting hit by a car.”

You sigh, scratching at Rasputin’s chin. A rusty purr starts up as he tilts his head, revealing some nasty scars around his throat.

“The vet said that that’s probably from a fight with another cat,” you add.

Guy steps from your arms to cuddle up to Rasputin, shoving his face into his ragged ear. Grooming time, then. That’s as good an indication as any that Nikto’s probably safe enough.

“I ran down from an office building to save him.” You blink hard, eyes stinging just from the memory. “But anyway, he gets to rest and be pampered now.”

When you glance up from Rasputin’s happy little face, you almost startle at the sharp blue eyes pinning you in place. Your face feels warm, even though you’re not embarrassed.

“I’ll, um, get out of the way,” you say, clearing your throat. “Keep an eye on things, Ras.”

With the men occupied, you find yourself once again at loose ends. You drift towards the den, but it feels awkward to sit on your ass watching TV while your neighbors fix your house.

You check the time on your phone - ignoring the text from your mother - and figure it’s not too early to start dinner.

“Will I be in the way if I start cooking?” you ask Krueger.

He flicks you a dimissive glance. “A little thing like you?”

You scoff and cross to the fridge. “You could have just said no.”

“Nein,” he snorts.

Rude bastard, you think - though not without fondness, unfortunately. The surly attitude is already growing on you.

There’s meat and spare boxes of pasta and veggies - that’ll work. You start tugging out ingredients, mentally doubling portions for your guests. They look like they work out even beyond the construction labor, hopefully you’ll have enough to satisfy their appetites.

“So what’s the plan with the house?” you ask as you get to work. “Just fixing it up to sell or…?”

“We will live there, the three of us,” Krueger answers. He swipes a screwdriver from Shithead’s batting paws. “Somewhere to stay when we are not working.”

You hum, biting back the next obvious question, loathe to become as nosy as the rest of your neighbors. Still… getting to know people, right?

It sounds like they expect to travel a lot. You can’t imagine them as business types - not in the traditional sense anyway. Though the image of Konig sitting in a tiny cubicle does make you smile a bit. Between their statures, their clothes, their shoes, and the occasional nasty scar, you take a guess.

“Are you guys military?”

“Contractor,” Krueger corrects.

You perk up. “Wait, really?”

He scowls. “Does it sound like a joke?”

You huff and turn back to the veggies you’re cutting. “No, no. I just - you know about guns and knives and things, then?”

He pauses. You shoot him a curious glance, only to quickly look away at the intense scrutiny directed your way.

“Yes,” he answers slowly.

“Then… could you maybe answer some questions…?”

His eyes narrow. “Questions?”

You keep your gaze on the cutting board. “Okay, wait, it's not suspicious. I’m a writer and it’s hard to google very specific questions sometimes. It’s just easier to ask an expert in person.”

Never mind that majority of your readers would never know the difference. It bothers you when things aren’t accurate.

He makes a considering noise. “A writer?”

You flush. “That’s what I do. Why I’m always home? I publish fiction.”

He stands, brushing his hands off on his pants. You peek his way, shocked to see a task you’ve been putting off for weeks already done. Hell, it looks sturdier than the rest of the cabinet doors, too.

“And your fiction requires knowledge of guns and knives and ‘things’?” he asks.

Your face feels like it’s on fire. “Sometimes…”

“Fine. I will answer your questions,” he allows.

You beam. “Thank you!”

He grunts, snatches a slice of pepper and pops it into his mouth.

“What else needs doing?”

Dinner ends up much more pleasant than expected. Nikto abstains from eating, you assume because he doesn’t feel comfortable removing his ever-present mask, but he sits at the table with Rasputin in his lap. He speaks little, and has that intense gaze that prickles at your freeze instinct, but you grow used to it as the meal progresses.

Konig, however, becomes chattier with food in his belly. He’s much more forthcoming when he answers your polite and totally casual questions - though you notice Krueger kick him under the table once or twice.

You suppose he gets you back by effectively announcing to the others what your career is. Which just kicks off the usual line of questioning about how and why you got into writing. Still, there’s no judgment from these men that make their living in labors of blood and sacrifice, where you expected censure. You only find genuine curiosity and intrigue, good-natured questions. Not even Krueger makes backhanded comments about it not being a “real” job.

Before you know it, the moon is high and you’re sending the three of them off, bellies full and a little friendlier than before. Nikto nods to you (and Rasputin) as he leaves, a big Tupperware of his dinner portion in hand.

You tell yourself it’s not anticipation that goes through you, knowing they’ll be back with it soon.

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[Review] Top sữa tắm gội cho trẻ sơ sinh và trẻ nhỏ an toàn cho làn da nhất

Bé yêu của bạn sinh ra đã có làn da non nớt nhạy cảm và dễ bị tổn thương từ các tác nhân bên ngoài. Chính vì thế các mẹ cần tỉ mỉ hơn trong khâu vệ sinh thân thể cho bé hàng ngày. Chọn một loại sữa tắm phù hợp để làm da bé trở nên sạch và mềm mại, chống lại các vi khuẩn từ môi trường là thật sự cần thiết.

Hiện nay trên thị trường có rất nhiều sữa tắm cho bé xuất thân từ các thương hiệu nổi tiếng khác nhau. Điều này khiến các mẹ luôn băn khoăn và khó khăn trong chọn lựa sản phẩm nào phù hợp với bé yêu. Đừng lo lắng hãy để Đẹp 21 giúp bạn với những chia sẻ và cảm nhận thực tế nhất dưới đây.

Sử dụng sữa tắm cho trẻ sơ sinh có tốt không?

Trước đây ông bà xưa thường sử dụng lá tươi để tắm cho bé. Bởi các loại lá thường có tính mát, đun lên lấy nước sẽ giúp làm sạch, thanh trùng cơ thể trẻ nhỏ. Nhưng với thời đại hiện nay khi các loại lá có quá nhiều thuốc bảo vệ thực vật. Nếu bạn còn sử dụng các loại lá tắm vô tình đã không còn là sự lựa chọn an toàn cho bé nữa. Nhiều em bé đã phải nhập viện vì tình trạng viêm da, dị ứng toàn thân do tắm lá không an toàn.

Vì vậy sữa tắm cho bé là sự an toàn và lựa chọn thông minh dành cho các mẹ bỉm sữa thời công nghệ. Với các sản phẩm sữa tắm từ các thương hiệu uy tín và đảm bảo chất lượng là giải pháp chăm sóc sức khỏe và làn da em bé tốt nhất. Chính vì thế các chuyên gia y tế và bác sĩ khoa nhi thường khuyên các mẹ nên sử dụng sữa tắm dành riêng cho bé. Vừa đảm bảo làm sạch da cho bé, vừa đảm bảo an toàn sức khỏe cho trẻ nhỏ.

Tiêu chí lựa chọn sữa tắm gội cho bé

Khi lựa chọn sữa tắm cho bé các mẹ nên tuân thủ và lưu ý một số yếu tố cơ bản sau:

1. Nguồn gốc

Bố mẹ nên chọn những sản phẩm sữa tắm gội có nguồn gốc xuất xứ rõ ràng, có thể quét được mã vạch trên sản phẩm. Để giúp bạn xác định thương hiệu của sản phẩm trên thị trường. Một số thương hiệu tiêu biểu hiện nay bao gồm: Lactacyd, Pigeon, Bubchen, Bebe… Với nguồn gốc xuất từ những nước tiêu biểu như Nhật, Đức, Mỹ bố mẹ có thể hoàn toàn yên tâm khi chọn những loại sữa tắm cho bé từ thương hiệu nay.

2. Thành phần và ghi chú cho từng loại sữa tắm

Lựa chọn những sản phẩm ghi rõ nguồn gốc, thành phần trong sữa tắm, cách sử dụng sản phẩm, công dụng sản phẩm. Đồng thời đặc biệt chú ý đến thời hạn sử dụng của từng loại sữa tắm.

Ưu tiên chọn những loại sữa tắm có thành phần tự nhiên, vitamin giúp làm sạch da, có tác dụng làm mềm da của bé tốt nhất, đảm bảo an toàn lành tính cho làn da.

3. Da của em bé

Đối với từng em bé sẽ sở hữu làn da khác nhau. Vì thế từng loại sữa tắm cũng có sự phù hợp cho từng làn da. Da bé cực nhạy cảm với môi trường, ánh nắng vì thế các mẹ nên ưu tiên chọn các sản phẩm sữa tắm có thành phần chống nắng. Nếu da không nên chọn những sữa tắm có thành phần dưỡng ẩm nhiều.

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Giới thiệu thương hiệu

Pororo là thương hiệu Hàn Quốc nổi tiếng với các sản phẩm an toàn cho trẻ nhỏ, bao gồm cả sản phẩm chăm sóc sức khỏe lẫn đồ dùng và đồ chơi. Suốt nhiều năm qua, với biểu tượng nhân vật hoạt hình Pororo nổi danh, thương hiệu Pororo đã ghi dấu trong lòng người tiêu dùng tại nhiều quốc gia trên thế giới nhờ những sản phẩm chất lượng cao cùng thiết kế đẹp mắt.

Thông tin sản phẩm

Dầu gội, xả và tắm trẻ em Pororo 3 trong 1 dành cho bé trong cùng 1 chai với các thành phần từ thiên nhiên giúp làm sạch da đầu và cơ thể của bé đồng thời sản phẩm còn có tác dụng dưỡng tóc và nuôi dưỡng làn da nhạy cảm của bé mang lại cho bé cảm giác thoải mái, dễ chịu khi sử dụng.

Công dụng Sữa tắm, gội, xả Pororo trẻ em 3 in 1

Được chiết xuất từ thiên nhiên có mùi hương dịu nhẹ, thơm mát.

Giúp bé luôn óng mượt, mềm mại, tạo cảm giác dễ chịu khi sử dụng.

Nuôi dưỡng làn da nhạy cảm của bé.

Đặc biệt, không gây dị ứng và kích thích cho da,phù hợp cho làn da nhạy cảm của bé.

Thành phần chính

Gồm Vitamin B3, B5, Vitamin E giúp cung cấp những dưỡng chất thiết yếu cho tóc, nhiều thành phần thảo dược như: mật ong, lô hội, cam thảo, rau sam giúp bé luôn óng mượt, mềm mại và tạo cảm giác dễ chịu khi sử dụng.

Hướng dẫn sử dụng:

Dùng cho trẻ từ 0 tuổi trở lên.

Lấy một lượng vừa đủ ra tay rồi thoa lên tóc và toàn thân để tạo bọt, massage một cách nhẹ nhàng sau đó tắm, gội sạch bằng nước.

*** Lưu ý

Tắm gội sẽ đem lại cho trẻ cảm giác thoải mái, thích thú và bé sẽ dễ đi vào giấc ngủ hơn.

Nhưng không nên tắm cho trẻ trong thời gian quá lâu vì như thế sẽ có thể làm ảnh hưởng tới sức khỏe bé.

Trong quá trình tắm cho bé bạn hãy cẩn thận không để sản phẩm tiếp xúc với mắt và rửa thật sạch với nước nếu trường hợp đó có xảy ra.

Đánh giá Sữa tắm, gội, xả Pororo trẻ em 3 in 1

1. Ưu điểm

Đây là loại sữa tắm gội được chuyên gia da liễu khuyến cáo sử dụng thường xuyên cho bé.

Độ PH có trong sữa tắm khá cân bằng cho nên không gây khô cho da của bé. Các chiết xuất thành phần của sữa được làm từ tự nhiên, có tác dụng làm dịu và nuôi dưỡng rất tốt.

Trong thành phần không có các chất như paraben, dầu khoáng, chất tạo màu nhân tạo… nên hoàn toàn an tâm khi sử dụng cho bé.

Mùi hương dễ chịu nhẹ nhàng, không bị quá gắt

Sữa tắm gội này thích ứng với mọi loại da, bất kể da bị chàm, mụn sữa.

Là lựa chọn tối ưu cho da nhạy cảm như mẩn ngứa, rôm sảy để giảm đau, giảm sưng viêm và làm dịu nhẹ làn da.

Đối với tác dụng gội, loại sữa này là dầu gội rất tốt giúp tóc bé mềm mượt.

Sản phẩm này không có khả năng tạo nhiều bọt.

2. Nhược điểm

Sản phẩm này không có khả năng tạo nhiều bọt.

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