number 11 of the parenting promts with Ryu, please? (The kids: twins, a little boy and girl) thank you
Ryu Natsume:
There was never a dull moment in your household.
“Look, look!” Your daughter hopped from cushion to cushion, her brother watching with sparkles in his eyes, like she was the coolest person he’d ever seen. He’s quick to follow her lead, creating carnage as he kicked your pillows to the ground as Ryu’s eyes lit up.
“Whoa okay, let’s maybe not do that, please?”
You grabbed Ryu before he could join them in your carelessly tossed aside pillows. You handed them off to Ryu as you went to clean the living room, their hysterical giggles letting you know he was winging them wildly as they hung off his arms.
“Ryu, take them outside, please. I do not want to clean glass out of their hair tonight.”
“Let’s go, space soldiers! Captain has given an order!” Ryu saluted in your direction, causing your daughter hanging from that arm to giggle hysterically as she slid down and knocked into him. He didn’t miss a beat, the strength he showed in these times truly surprising though you supposed after them hanging off of him like little monkeys over half their life now he should have some muscle built up.
You’re thankful that as energetic as your twins were, they were still no match for the pure chaotic energy that was their father, the three of them disappearing from your living room with loud whooshing sounds as the spaceship left the station. You couldn’t help but smile even as you got back to work, knowing you’d miss your little space cadets when they finally adventured off to other planets.
“Well, the captain should go oversee things, right?” You tossed the last throw pillow unceremoniously on the couch, heading to the backyard to take part in the universes most important mission.
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