Magic Box, Sunday, 04/17
Anders had gotten into Fandom on the first portal he could catch after Carys's call, and the rest of the day had been full of strawberry sundaes and craft projects and sticky cuddles and more questions than Anders knew a five-year-old could ask in twelve hours. And, somehow, his fingernails were painted hot pink to match hers by the end of the day.
Taking his daughter to work with him was a matter of self-defense as much as anything: Corralling her in the shop seemed safer and less exhausting than letting her roam the island. He settled her at a back table with a new coloring book and some crayons and found tasks to do that let him keep an eye on her.
[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]
Taking his daughter to work with him was a matter of self-defense as much as anything: Corralling her in the shop seemed safer and less exhausting than letting her roam the island. He settled her at a back table with a new coloring book and some crayons and found tasks to do that let him keep an eye on her.
[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]