Chuck had not turned into a child. Even if he had, there wouldn't be too much of a difference in the way he acted. Chuck had hated kids even when he was one. Can you really imagine him playing hide n' seek and playing in dirt? No, didn't think so. It would have messed up his wee Armani suits
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She puuuuushed the door open with one finger, then peered into the room. She wasn't really supposed to do that, but the door had been a little open, so... Hmm. Sleeping Chuck. She padded over to examine him. Still sleeping. She stared for a minute. And stared. And stared.
His nose was funny.
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Huh. That was weird, even for here.
"Can I help you?" he mumbled.
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"No, I don't have any peanut butter. I'm not into that sort of thing," he said first, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He turned his head and inspected Dinah. "Do you always walk into people's rooms and stare at them when they're sleeping?"
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Maybe he didn't know. He was a big person. Sometimes they didn't know things.
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"Okay, time out," Chuck said, holding up his hands. "How old are you?"
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"Oh god, I'm not your dad am I?" he asked. He knew this was going to happen one day. "You don't get anything until a paternity test proves you're mine."
What a good father he was gonna be.
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She tilted her head at him one way, then the other, then decided, "You can be Daddy if Mommy likes you and we go to the circus. Daddies take you there."
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"Not all daddies," Chuck said, showcasing his own issues with fathers. He rubbed his forehead. "Do you have a name or am I supposed to make one up...?"
Chuck didn't know how this kid thing worked. He just assumed it was like adopting a dog and you got to rename it once it came to you.
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"Dinah, wow," Chuck said, looking her over again and, yeah, seeing the resemblance. He was actually smiling now. "You look...different."
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"I see," he said, after he regained some composure. "That's pretty impressive. I can't do that."
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