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“Oh I’m sure they do. So does everybody who saw it.”

“That’s a memory I must have repressed. Maybe mom and dad remember it.”

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Remember how I said I wanted siblings? I love them. But I’m not a pillow

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“Do I need to tie you to a tall flagpole again?”

He snuggles down and gets even comfier. “Nope!”

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“Off.”

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“While that is true. I don’t like being bulldozed thank you.  It was cuter when you were little.”

         ‘you’re the most comfiest pillow is all.’

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The Grace Family on Family Feud

Steve: Tell me something about a duck

Jason: *Rings in instantly*

Jason: thEY'RE THE SPAWNS OF SATAN

Steve: ...

Steve: ...I take it you have issues with ducks?

Piper, Aurora, Jamie, and Jr: You don't know the half of it.

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auroragrace replied to your post:“Excuse you?”

‘is this about the crush junior thing, because i can explain–’

“Oh this ought to be good Miss Alpha.”

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“Excuse you?”

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Junior shook his head. “just worried about Jaime and Aurora.” Okay maybe he was a little homesick but concern for them was the most prominent thing

                   `uh huh…junior. are you feeling homesick at all?`                                      is that what this is? he’d been so excited before–and                                      now he looks a lot more panicked. jason is concerned.

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“Well no of course not. But Jaime’s my brother. He’s more important than camp. I can always go next year. Nate will tell me what I missed.”

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I’M ON MY WAY BACK NOW

               `woah there! leo grace. you stay where you are. it’s the CHICKEN POX,                 not the plague. jaime will be just fine, and you, mister–you’ve been                 looking forward to camp for months. do you really wanna miss out now?`

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“Do I have to get down?” Junior really didn’t want to do that. Not while daddy was sad. He wanted to be able to give him a lot of hugs. “Because I don’t wanna.”

…aw, nuts. there was enough of piper in this kid to know when he was feeling off about something, apparently. jason’s not sure if he’s GLAD about that, or a little flustered–now he can’t really lie and say it’s okay, junior. daddy’s fine. he settles for brushing a kiss on junior’s forehead, murmuring love you, too, before whistling for achilles.

                 `walk time it is, little man. you wanna hold the leash–?`

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#AURORA ACTING UP ALL OVER THE SHOW BC SHE LOVES THE ATTENTION#accidental ladies man juNIO R IM LAUghIN G#a nd jaime#w/ all these celebs just#being told he looks exactly like a young tristan

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The little boy frowned. able to tell that something was wrong but not exactly what. He wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. “I love you daddy...” He said softly. That usually worked right?

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he should’ve seen that coming, huh? jason tries to smile at the confusion, but finds he’s only worrying himself more. maybe they should call him leo more often. they did name him that for a reason. and said reason was continually over at their house, confusing them all with ‘which leo did they ask for this time?’ shenanigans. hence the junior…but…still.

           `nevermind, buddy. don’t worry about it. now…d’you wanna take achilles                            for a walk with daddy? he’s been cooped up all day.`

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Show me your WAR FACE!!!!

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Junior’s tattoo

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The little boy blinked at him. He only understood his name and the word tiny in that sentence. His head tilted as he looked up at him. “Da?” 

"Leo!" He giggled again, kissing his dad's cheek

               he’s a little out of it for a moment, wondering if the litte boy               minds being called junior rather than his actual given name.               but the tiny kiss on the cheek pulls his attention away, shifting               so he’s holding junior–leo, damn it–more securely. and then,               he just has to ask. as if a kid of his age is going to understand               the concerns behind it.

                                              `–leo, or junior. which do you like better, tiny?`