10th Letter; video

[hisdiscretion]

[A small blond nine-year-old is sitting on a couch, his feet not touching the floor. The couch will be familiar to anyone who's been to Franz's apartment, and on top of that, there's that fussy little Pomeranian of his, curled up like a puffball right beside him. Franz frowns into the camera.]

Could someone please tell Daedalus it really is

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[video]

[rapturescreed]

[Oh, look at him. He's just precious. He's not going to laugh. Yet.]

No, at that age, you cannot have wine with dinner.

[hisdiscretion]

[Making a face.] Why do you get to say?

[rapturescreed]

Because I'm your boss.

[hisdiscretion]

[hands on hips] You're not my boss at my house.

[rapturescreed]

.... [Chuckles.]

No wine.

[hisdiscretion]

[glare]

Francis and Dr. Xavier said I could have some.

[rapturescreed]

You don't work for them, and you're not dating either one of them, either, unless there is something you must tell me now.

[hisdiscretion]

Dr. Xavier's my doctor. [But he says it mostly to be stubborn, arms crossed.]

Whatever. It's between me and Daedalus in the end, I guess, and if he doesn't want me to have any, it wouldn't be any fun even if I did.

[rapturescreed]

Mhm. I'm sure. [Chuckles.]

[hisdiscretion]

[sullenly] You don't have to laugh.

Can't I return to work soon?

[rapturescreed]

When you reach your original height again.

[hisdiscretion]

[pouting forever]