I CAN STAY AWAKE FOR DAYS, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT. BE YOUR NUMBER ONE.
[SEMI-LIT DEV DIMMADOME, FOP:ANW]
[MV / MS WITH CHEM.]
[N/SFW, BUT NON-L*WD.]
[PENNED BY CLOWNCASKET/G.]
I CAN DO IT, I CAN DO IT.
#FOPRP // #MVRP // #ANWRP
[Involved in the baby's life. . . that implies that he won't be left behind, right? A worse thought blossoms from that, being replaced. Tears threaten to appear, but Dev adjusts his shades.]
Cool.
[Nodding.]
Do you. . . have names in mind, yet?
A baby? You guys're having a baby?
[It takes Dev a second to process the news. Worries sprout up like weeds, and yet, a familiar feeling of dread settles in his chest like a stone.]
That's-- great. Congrats. When will they be here?
[He's trying SO hard to be enthusiastic.]
. . . Exciting news?
[Anxiety ramps up, but Dev's stoic expression doesn't exactly show that. He's worried he's losing Peri again! A lump slides down his throat.]
Uhm. . . what is it?
[Dev is on his phone, doing the kid eqivalent of doomscrolling on the Roblox shop. She jumps a little bit when she's gently tapped on the head, looking up.]
Oh, Peri. . .! Sorry, I've been-- uh. . .
[Pausing, trailing off.]
Anyway, uhm. . . what's up?