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Baby plant craves violence

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Just gonna..... set him down right here. You guys can watch him, right?

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Just gonna..... set him down right here. You guys can watch him, right?

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His family be normal challenge.

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"'Course. You'd know if I wasn't."

"You been behaving for our guests?"

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@millionsnife replied to your post “He's having the time of his life.”:

Ruffles hair.

​Pouts.

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He's having the time of his life.

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parent & child relationship prompts, requested by anonymous.

sentences.

“hey. are you okay?”

“what’s up, kiddo?”

“what are you doing?”

“hey, uh, things got tough back there… wanna go get some dessert or somethin’?”

“can you… nevermind, it’s probably stupid.”

“what do you think about being… my kid. like, officially.”

“it’s nice that you care so much.”

“you keep glancing at me. what’s your deal?”

“i’m curious, what kinda things are you into nowadays?”

“well, when i was a kid…”

“where’s your parents?”

“come here. we have to talk.”

“you’re a huge nerd, you know that?”

“hey, pack your stuff. we’ve gotta go.”

“why do we have to be at [place]?”

“i’ve got adoption papers lined up. your approval is all that’s left.”

“how long ‘till we go home?”

“hey, maybe after all this… i could visit your place sometimes?”

“look! a dog!”

“did you just call me your… [parent/mother/father]?”

“i’m worried i won’t be able to keep you safe.”

“it’s not your job to protect me. i can take care of myself.”

“you look like you need a hug.”

“pff. what are you, my [dad/mom/parent]?”

“i know what you’re trying to do. it’s not gonna work on me.”

actions.

[ tousle ] sender ruffles receiver’s hair.

[ guide ] sender gently grabs receiver’s hand, making sure they won’t get separated.

[ plead ] sender looks at receiver with puppy-dog eyes.

[ drive ] sender motions to a vehicle, which has a few bags of supplies on it, sender evidently prepared to go somewhere with receiver.

[ nudge ] sender tries to discreetly jab receiver with their elbow.

[ lift ] sender hooks their arms under receiver’s arms and lifts them up.

[ raise ] sender motions for receiver to climb on their outstretched hands so sender can boost receiver up.

[ guard ] sender moves in front of receiver, putting receiver between sender and a possible threat.

[ show ] sender motions to receiver for receiver to come over and see (something that sender finds interesting).

[ wipe ] sender wipes off a smudge on receiver’s face.

[ notice ] sender notices receiver looking at something, and makes an expression of curiosity towards receiver.

[ embrace ] sender hugs receiver tightly.

[ huddle ] sender inches closer to receiver, pressing against receiver’s side.

[ hiccup ] sender notices receiver with watery eyes, and gently sets a hand on receiver’s shoulder.

[ got you ] sender embraces receiver, nestling receiver against their chest with sender’s back to a threat so they protect receiver.

[ sleepy ] sender slumps against receiver a bit, evidently tired.

[ hungry? ] sender offers receiver a snack/food.

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"Yeah. Dad's got knives, I do ice." He rolls a few small spheres of ice across his palm and over his knuckles as they walk down the hall. The decor is fairly typical of a family home; simple accent furniture, a few mirrors and paintings on the walls and the occasional bookshelf. Most notable are the photos, they litter the walls wherever there's space, depicting Knives and Luca along with a woman and a couple other children. Vash, too.

There are some signs of life as they approach the kitchen, the front door opening and closing and the shuffling of boots, a voice muttering to itself. "Hey—"

"Oh! Hello, honey." The woman from the family photos stands at the kitchen table, a large basket of freshly harvested vegetables being hoisted onto it. She gives the two a soft, warm smile before returning to her task and sorting out the vegetables. "Sorry I couldn't greet you when you first came, but I was filled in. Wolfwood, correct? Welcome!"

Luca wanders over to help in her sorting, seeming to know her system already and carrying on without instruction. "He's babysitting."

A light huff of a laugh falls from the woman's lips. "Yeah, that's how your father put it. Don't worry, we've unfortunately become pretty familiar with situations like this. We'll take care of you until you're able to leave. My name is Mona." Her tone is sweet and warm, like tea with thick honey. Quite the contrast to Knives and Luca, and very clearly human.

"Knives mentioned your Meryl would be coming for you. Is this the one with the cube...?"

"Hey—you're right, but hey," Nick doesn't take offense to the comeback, honestly it's deserved, probably, "I'm just kiddin'. Knives—er—your dad told me about how you look way older because you're a plant and all that. S'not like I got anything better to do anyway—I'm stuck here till my ride comes."

He picks up on the muttered apology and can't help but let out a laugh, "What? Don't apologize for that. Little bit of sass never killed anyone. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's to always be difficult. Especially for Knives."

Nick punctuates his thought with a solid nod.

"Oh—you literally... make ice. Did not expect that," he follows the boy, taking a closer look at the decor around the home, "Nope, no food yet. Just a threat to go out shopping for not-food. I haven't met Mom yet either."

'Who the hell can domesticate Millions fuckin' Knives anyway?'

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"She did a little. Told me the Julai one is always in the west, so that helps some." A sip to his own drink.

"Ah, I see." Mona and him had done the same when he was younger a few times, but it's been long enough that he doesn't quite remember any he made up. They probably didn't make much sense anyway. Luca gives him a light tap with his elbow. "You first, pops."

"She tell you how to navigate with 'em?" He picks them out himself, sipping slowly. "Anyway, real thing we're up here's for is to make our own." Knives hums, studying the sky for a moment.

"Caretaker used to sit with me an' Vash and we'd look out the viewport and make up our own before bed."

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"'Course she did." For a moment he's quiet, studying the sky and recalling the little sessions he would have with his mother on the roof when he was a touch younger. He begins pointing them out, tracing them with a finger.

"This one's the Grand Worm. We've got... The Running Toma. Belt of the Gunman. Hm. The Plant is there. The Julai Symbol, Ma told me one of those stars is actually a galaxy if you look at it with a good enough telescope." He hums, trying to find more that he can identify at this time of year.

"Well, not quite." They're visible, no light pollution this far from the cities. Doing this planet side is a bit different than it had been in space, but–

"Mona teach you No Man's constellations yet?"

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"See...?" He takes the mug, a nod and a soft thank you following as he takes a cautious sip in case it's still a touch too hot. Luca's head tilts upward, studying the sky and stars laid out before them, distant, glittering, but familiar at the same time. Whatever Knives is referring to, he doesn't quite catch yet.

"Some sorta astronomical event tonight?"

"Sit." He drags him down next to him on the roof, passing over a mug of something warm and vaguely sweet as he settles. "S'dark enough now, should be able to see."

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@millionsnife replied to your post “"Hey, c'mere."”:

"Grab a coat and head for the roof.'

​"...Kay?" It isn't hard to find a jacket, hanging from their coat racks that he can throw on quickly. Luca throws one more curious look at his dad before heading outside to climb up to the roof with a shrug. Knives has made weirder requests.

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"Hey, c'mere."

He turns, head tilting and a brow raising, but complies without question, approaching his father with a curious hum.

"Yeah, pops? What'cha need?"

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.:*:.

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A hum of acknowledgement at the apology. They already had their moment when he returned, but still. He thinks about it occasionally. "Of course they did. They like mom, like me even more. I don't think they couldn't stick around and help if they tried."

He smiles, recalling. "Some of the baby tomas attacked Vash once. He was late feeding them, swarmed him as soon as he got close."

"I did, sorry." Fortunate that he's back now, then. He tilts his head into his hand, a low, vague rumble. Catching up should be easy enough, he thinks. "Your uncles hang around?"