"This mother f*cker…" Blake cursed as he only heard a dead tone come from the phone.
"The only way of communicating and the bastard doesn't even pick up."
Pissed off, he returned to the couch and turned on the tv for some background noise as he tried to figure out what the future held for him.
[First thing's first. Gotta give these brats a name.] Blake thought as he watched the boy lean against him as he toyed around with the tablet. [Can't keep calling them by 'boy', 'girls', and 'brats']
"Hey." Blake called out to him. "I know this is partially on me, but what's your name?"
Hearing this question, the boy put down the tablet and a depressed mood came over him.
"...I was called 79…" The boy replied, clearly affected by recalling those memories. "Sisters were called 59 and 69…"
"...!" Frowning at that information, Blake shifted his attention to the room where the two girls were resting in.
"Is something wrong?" Feeling his movement, the boy looked up at Blake's face and questioned.
"Nothing's wrong…" He answered hesitantly. "When you get older, you will understand what I'm feeling, if you remember."
Confused, the boy pestered him for a better answer, but seeing that he was being ignored, he returned to messing about with the tablet.
[Only having numbers to distinguish them.] Blake frowned even harder. [This is a bigger mess than I expected.]
As some unpleasant memories started to resurface, Blake shook his head and lightly slapped his own cheeks before messing with the kid.
"Hahahaha!"
Surprised at the sudden tickle attack, the two boys squirmed around on the couch before the kid cried out in defeat.
Picking him up, Blake took him to the dining table and crouched down to his eye level.
"How do you feel about getting a new name? A proper name?" Blake asked as the kid wiped away the tears that appeared in his eyes.
"New…? Name…?" The kid slowly repeated, the question not fully processed until a few seconds later. "Name!?!"
He started jumping in his chair, with sparkles in his eyes as he eagerly waited for the name Blake was about to give him.
"Hmm, you have super dark purple hair. If someone doesn't pay super close attention to it, it could easily be mistaken for black." Blake muttered as he tried to come up with a suitable name.
"..." The boy waited eagerly as he watched Blake brainstorm a name for him.
"Got it." Blake snapped his fingers. "Your new name shall now be Solan."
"Solan…" The boy repeated under his breath.
As he slowly processed the new name, he sat back down into the chair.
A little perturbed by his reaction, Blake started second guessing his decision to pick that name. Right as he was about to suggest something different, the boy jumped at him, arms out wide for a big hug.
"Thanks Dad!!!" Solan squealed as he squeezed as hard as he could.
Falling to his butt while catching Solan, Blake just sat there in slight disbelief as he processed what just happened.
With the boy nuzzling his chest within his embrace, a wry smile appeared on his face as he started to think about what to name the two girls.
"Would you girls like one too?" Blake asked as he turned his head to the bedroom door, slightly ajar with two sets of eyes peeking between them.
The girls had woken up from their small nap and were watching them play.
Hearing a muffled squeak, the two girls entered the dining room before sitting down at the table, with expectant eyes resting on Blake.
Chuckling dryly, Blake carried Solan to the sofa before returning to the table. "Alright then, what names would suit the two of you."
As he was trying to come up with a name, he started thinking back to when he first picked them up, and how scared and prickly they were back then.
It wasn't until he made them several meals and changed their bandages that he managed to calm their emotions.
The day he brought home some picture books to help them learn how to speak and read was the day their attitudes completely flipped.
[To think the two girls would be more hesitant and questioning than the boy who woke up before them.] He smirked as he reminisced the shaky start he had with them.
"The cultivator has deep ocean blue hair, while the mage has dark green hair." Blake started as he observed the two girls.
As he singled out a suitable name, a silly idea popped into his head.
Seeing the look on his face, the two girls had a bad feeling about what was going to happen, but ignored it since they thought that Blake wouldn't do anything bad to them.
"Green hair is Noa!" Blake decided. "And blue hair is Ivy!"
Not understanding the hidden yet subtle meaning behind the names, the two girls slowly repeated the names Blake gave them before they too jumped across the table and tackled him to the floor.
"Alright alright!" Blake shouted as he ruffled both of their heads. "I'm glad everyone likes their names, but it's almost time for dinner!"
Hearing that it was time to eat, the two girls looked at each other before meeting Blake's eyes and shouted what they wanted to eat.
""FRIED RICE!!!"" The two shouted at his face.
"Rice!" Solan echoed from the couch, eager to join the dogpile that was on top of Blake.
Seeing Solan creeping up from the sofa, Blake immediately picked up the girls before dumping them down onto the couch.
"Phew," He caught his breath as he glanced at the three kids staring back in glee. "Fried rice it is."