It's just that.. He's so little..
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Thread Topic: It's just that.. He's so little..
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Iann: He can breathe, and at the moment, that's all that matters.
He shouldn't be that small. Something went wrong, he's-
Anthony: Mom. Stop. Worrying.
I can't..
*hands to head*
*sighs* -
Patch: ...*softly* What's wrong?
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Patch: Oh.. That's strange. *nod*
Pastal: Hm.. Maybe it has something to do with Pitch.. -
Patch: *smiles* Heh..Jarret? Bentley? Louie? Abel?
Flag: NO! Let's call him Hat. *wut*
Pastal: But that's because that was before he started taking medicines and stuff. *furrows brow* -
Flag: *Flagfootstomp* *pouts*
Patch: *cuddles Abel*
Pastal: Beats me. Song just gives him stuff to take and doesn't bother telling what it is or what it does.. -
Patch: D'aw. Who's a cute wittle baby? You are~ ^-^
Flag: I wanna hold Hat. >:I
Pastel: *sigh* I don't know.. -
Patch: You're so cute~ *kisses his cheek*
Flag: ..But.. ;3; I like that name..
Pastel: Over at Sybil's castel to save his dad. -
Patch: *squishes cheeks* Wanna see dada?
Artie: Mom..You're embarassing..
Flag: ..Okay! Hat!
Pastel: He doesn't either but Inez really needs a new body and the only one who can make him one is Enero. *narrows eyes* Harriett. Knock it off. -
Patch: ..No. That's not dada.
Artie: UH. Nonono, little one. I'm not your dad. :I
Flag: *squee, cuddling*
Pastel: Since when did you get all defensive? *crosses arms*
Fang: Easy. She likes grandpaaaaa. *smirk* -
Artie: Way to go, mom. e.e
Patch: f---. D:
Flag: Yeee. I love you already~
Fang: Do to! How do we know you haven't slept with him? e.e -
(Okay.)
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Artie: Frick.. *holds him, sighing*
Flag: *pets* o3o
Fang: Mhmmm. e3e Sure you haven't.
Pastel: Fang. Knock it off. -.- -
Patch: Pitch is going to kill me. ;A;
Artie: Yep.. *sighs, forcing a smile*
Pastel: ..On the cheek right?
Fang: NOPE! Smack on the lips. *evil smirk* -
Artie: Hm? Want to go out?
Pastel: ...*crosses his arms*
Fang: I bet she wanted to go far. Oh! I'm telling Kilo! *disappears* -
Artie: How am I suppose to know how to? *frowns*
Pastel: I can't stop him, Harriett. :I
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