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every few months i come back here, i lurk, i remember all the good things i did here, and then i leave again bc i have no muse for little johnny
@FOUNDWILDLING ⠀He threw together a fruit salad, made a cheese omelet and some grilled chicken breast, and started to set the table so he could call his son over.
@FOUNDWILDLING ⠀Jon let out a soft chuckle, fondness filling his dark grey eyes, and he saluted the kid like Folke was his superior ( and in a way, he kind of was ).
⠀“Coming right up, little sarge,” he said, amusement dripping from his voice, and he slipped into the kitchen.
@POETICGLIMPSE ⠀“If you need help, come wake me up and I'll call in sick,” Jon said, burrowing further into the sheets but squinting his eye at the younger, worry prickling at the back of his head.
@POETICGLIMPSE ⠀“C'mon. . . It's your turn, I fed them at this hour yesterday. . .” he moaned, and just as he was finished talking, the —human— baby started crying. “Joojennn. .”
@FOUNDWILDLING ‹ something wrong. “Ye'll jus' end up hurtin' yerself even further, and we don' want that, do we, darlin' ?” He asked, his thumb brushing the back of the kid's hand.
@FOUNDWILDLING ⠀Jon immediately clocked Folke's intentions and took his hand, squeezing it gently in his.
⠀“Hey, now, love. None o' that,” He chided, but his voice was soft and non-judgemental; he knew it had to be uncomfortable for him, but he didn't want his kid to believe he was doing ›
@FOUNDWILDLING ‹ about to strike his prey, eyes hard. He very gently put a hand on his kid's shoulder, “We'll wait here until Mr. Jameson so kindly brings ye yer headphones, aye, dear ? After all, we've nothin' be'er to do, ain't that rite ?”
@FOUNDWILDLING ⠀“Oh. And another thing. I want the headphones back, along with the pretty amount of money I paid for this school. I'll need it for the specialised school that will actually protect me child.” Jon got up from the chair and smiled sharply at the man, like a shark ›