When I grow up, will I be pretty?
WHO: Angelica and Pietro
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: ...idek man
SUMMARY: Seven year old Angelica wakes up next to adult Pietro and STRANGER DANGER ensues.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever Yami wants
Angelica awoke slowly, stretching out with her eyes still closed, reaching for her favorite blanket that would no doubt be somehow twisted around her legs. But she didn't feel her blanket when she reached for it. Instead, she felt an unfamiliar comforter and an unfamiliar cat perched precariously on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she stared at the white and orange cat, tilting her head to look at him. He didn't look like her cat Pumpkin at all, but he seemed friendly and he looked really soft. Smiling, she reached out to pet him, and as she did, she slowly came to fully realize that she wasn't in her tiny bedroom in New Jersey. She was in a big, strange room, and sleeping in the bed beside her was a strange man she'd never seen before in her life.
Angelica gasped softly, crawling out of the covers to stare at the man. She'd never seen anyone with hair that color before. Not even Nana's friends had hair that white. For a few minutes she watched him sleep, intermittently petting the cat. Finally, she could stand the silence and snoring no longer. She poked at the man with small, pointy fingers.
"Excuse me? Mister?" Her voice was quiet, shaking just a little. "I want my daddy and I have to go potty and this is not my house."
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: ...idek man
SUMMARY: Seven year old Angelica wakes up next to adult Pietro and STRANGER DANGER ensues.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever Yami wants
Angelica awoke slowly, stretching out with her eyes still closed, reaching for her favorite blanket that would no doubt be somehow twisted around her legs. But she didn't feel her blanket when she reached for it. Instead, she felt an unfamiliar comforter and an unfamiliar cat perched precariously on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she stared at the white and orange cat, tilting her head to look at him. He didn't look like her cat Pumpkin at all, but he seemed friendly and he looked really soft. Smiling, she reached out to pet him, and as she did, she slowly came to fully realize that she wasn't in her tiny bedroom in New Jersey. She was in a big, strange room, and sleeping in the bed beside her was a strange man she'd never seen before in her life.
Angelica gasped softly, crawling out of the covers to stare at the man. She'd never seen anyone with hair that color before. Not even Nana's friends had hair that white. For a few minutes she watched him sleep, intermittently petting the cat. Finally, she could stand the silence and snoring no longer. She poked at the man with small, pointy fingers.
"Excuse me? Mister?" Her voice was quiet, shaking just a little. "I want my daddy and I have to go potty and this is not my house."