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[papa_senses]

[ HOLY CRAP there's a lot of glitter set out on this table. Glitter, and sugar, and nutmeg, and cinnamon, and pillow stuffing, and lacy ribbons, and scraps of silk, and those little sparkly foam balls you use in crafts and flower petals and

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[looks_like_dad]

...

[papa_senses]

Oh~ can I help you, young man?

[looks_like_dad]

Um... [Looks off to the side, uncertain]

[papa_senses]

Speak up, child.

[looks_like_dad]

... Where's momma?

[papa_senses]

I'm not sure. You'll have to tell me who your mama is.

[looks_like_dad]

Um... [what a stupid question :T momma is momma.] Red hair... [motions to its length: long.]

[papa_senses]

Does she have a name?

[looks_like_dad]

... Momma. [he's five. daddy is daddy and momma is momma. so simple.]

[papa_senses]

That doesn't help me much at all. Well, why don't you stay here? Hopefully she'll come collect you soon.

[looks_like_dad]

[Nods quietly. Finds a chair and sits in it.

What a behaved little boy, hm?]

[papa_senses]

[ it's a little unnerving actually! ]

Would you like to be my little assistant while we wait?

[looks_like_dad]

Assistant?

[papa_senses]

Yes! Come over here, don't be shy now.

[looks_like_dad]

[Comes closer, hands twisted in his shirt.]

[papa_senses]

Good lad. Would you be so kind as to pass me that jar of green glitter?