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Kameron walked up to the female, holding up cupcakes on a tray, “Care to try one? The first one’s on the house—” He was trying a new promotion sales to help up the business and so he could help support his family a little better, and, well, freebies couldn’t hurt, could they?

The family resemblance was quite clear, which led Kam to wonder what traits he shared with his grandson, he let his thoughts drift until he came to the real world again at the child’s question, “Huh, oh, fruit or a sandwich— or both— it’s up to you—”

Pursing his lips, he thought about it for a minute, before giving a decisive nod. “Owange.” He meant the small clementines that he’d become so fond of for their sweetness - but at least they were fruit.

He smiled at his choice, "Orange? Will do," Kam carried his grandson part of the ways before setting him down so he could grab the clementine and peel it for him.

"You can have a cupcake after, I promise," How does one negotiate with cute, oh no, his weakness, face falter, "Don’t pout—" 

"…Otay." Sniffling(over dramatically) Pavel ducked his head - he was his grandmother’s grandson, after all, and had learned from the best. "What do I hafta eat first?" He asked glumly.

The family resemblance was quite clear, which led Kam to wonder what traits he shared with his grandson, he let his thoughts drift until he came to the real world again at the child's question, "Huh, oh, fruit or a sandwich-- or both-- it's up to you--"

if you live with a cat, you have had this conversation. 

Truth.

He thought for a moment, would sweets really be good for the boy, “Hmm…well— You have to eat something else first, something healthy— then you can have a cupcake.” He nodded.

Bottom lip jutting out in a pout, Pavel gave a high pitched whimper. “B-But….cupcakeeee.” He whined, squirming in his grandfather’s arms. “Pwease?”

"You can have a cupcake after, I promise," How does one negotiate with cute, oh no, his weakness, face falter, "Don't pout--" 

He couldn’t help but let a grin slip across his face, placing a small kiss on the toddlers forehead, “You’re welcome, would you like a snack?” He questioned, supposing it was about lunch time.

"…cupcake?" Eyes wide, he looked up at the man hopefully, turning the full force of his puppy dog eyes onto his grandfather with hopes of sweets that would do nothing but make him hyper again.

He thought for a moment, would sweets really be good for the boy, "Hmm...well-- You have to eat something else first, something healthy-- then you can have a cupcake." He nodded.

He smiled softly, “Alright,” Setting him down so he was sitting on the sink top, Kam, took the pink band-aid and put it over the scrape, ruffling the boys hair, he picked him up and grinned, “You’ll be good as new soon~”

Giggling slightly, Pasha wiggled happily - clearly, he’d be back to running as soon as the twinging in his knee stopped. For now he was content to cuddle and stay with his grandfather. “Thank you!”

He couldn't help but let a grin slip across his face, placing a small kiss on the toddlers forehead, "You're welcome, would you like a snack?" He questioned, supposing it was about lunch time.

Kameron walked the boy into the bathroom, where he, with one hand, looked through the cupboard for band-aids, he pulled a set of multicolored neon band-aids out, “We have orange, pink, blue, red, purple and green.. which color do you like most?”

Mostly content in his grandfather’s arms, thumb in his mouth, the toddler thought about the question for a moment, before point at the pink with a small sniffle. “…Zat one? Please?” He mumbled around his thumb, looking up at the man hopefully.

He smiled softly, "Alright," Setting him down so he was sitting on the sink top, Kam, took the pink band-aid and put it over the scrape, ruffling the boys hair, he picked him up and grinned, "You'll be good as new soon~"

Sniffling, Pavel buried himself into his grandfathers chest, bringing his thumb into his mouth to suck as he calmed down. His knee was still twinging, scraped up from running through the living room, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought—

Kameron walked the boy into the bathroom, where he, with one hand, looked through the cupboard for band-aids, he pulled a set of multicolored neon band-aids out, "We have orange, pink, blue, red, purple and green.. which color do you like most?"

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