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@bao-shapechanger
Can you tell me about your inventions if you have any current ones? :D btw, hiw are you doing, Red Son?
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Can you tell me about your inventions if you have any current ones? :D btw, hiw are you doing, Red Son?
*Ribbit, ribbit ribbit... Ribbit ribbit ribbit.*
I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.
*The Adult Zi was as tall as Bao was. When he felt his Baba hand on his cheek, tears welled in his eyes, like he had seen Bao in ages.*
Oh baba… it’s been ages since I’ve seen you…
And in regard to the clothes, I missed you, it’s been a long time. And you… weren’t using them…
*Adult Zi glanced over to the sofa and saw himself*
Buddha’s name I was tiny.
Still full of big feelings?
*Bao pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, patiently drying Zi's tears.*
Ages? What have you been doing-
*Ah.
Bao must be dead.
But Zi looked so young - thirty five, more or less. Did that mean... How much time did Bao have left?*
Sit down. I'll make tea. Tell me about yourself. Are you eating enough? You look tired. Nowadays you never sleep through the night without running around like a wild cat between naps, are you still like that?
Big feelings indeed, Baba.
*Big Zi laughs as Bao wipes the tears from his eyes*
It’s been longer than you think Baba, don’t worry about dying just yet. It’s been 93 years since you passed, you lived very long… I… I just age unbelievably slow.
*Big Zi hugs Bao close, he had missed him quite a bit.*
I’m eating well… Me and Xiaobao have been keeping the theatre open and we’ve been performing a lot together too. I only look tired lately, I’m working on a very big production. But I’ve been making sure to take care of myself… well my partner has.
*There’s a fondness inching Zi’s voice as he mentions his ‘Partner’. He eyes soften a bit, he clearly cares about them.*
I met someone about… thirty years after you passed, he’s a demon and he seems to age like me, we’d met at the market, he’s a playwright, which works really well since he was looking for somewhere to focus his attention, and I was able to actually make his plays come to life. His name is Rongji. We started dating twenty years ago, and we’d been friends for almost fifty years before that.
You'll have a long life, then? Good. I wasn't sure..
*Bao tensed from the hug, busying himself with making tea before rejoining his sons on the sofa.*
I didn't get to meet him? How was I supposed to interrogate the kid if you took your sweet time meeting him?
*Bao allowed his own little Zi to snuggle close again, head on his thighs and still fast asleep.*
It's hard to believe this is real. But.. the theatre is still open? Xiaobao is a performer?
And this Rongji. He's good to you? Behaves? He's nothing like...
*Bao didn't finish that sentence. He didn't have to.*
I have so much I want to ask you. Is your Uncle MK still alive? Still a hero?
No, unfortunately you didn’t know him, but Uncle Red gave him quite the shovel talk for you
*Big Zi chuckles and smiles, looking at his younger self curled up against Bao like a baby kitten.*
Uncle MK is still very active in the hero world, still alive as ever.
*Big Zi gives a small eye roll as he talks about MK*
Xiaobao is an amazing performer, and Rongji is an amazing playwright.
The theatre is still very alive and bustling with talents, I have your portrait up with an altar there, Rongji and I visit your grave every week.
*Big Zi knows what Bao is asking, he doesn’t need to be reminded of that man*
No, No he’s not like him. He hasn’t laid his hands on me ever. I promise you that.
Besides, I think it would give Uncle MK a heart attack.
And Jiarong has been a lot of help, she also visits your grave and she stayed with me for your burial, you both became surprisingly close.
All good things.
*Bao lowered his head, slowly running his fingers through baby Zi's hair and scritching behind his ear.*
I never thought I'd have a grave, let alone a shrine.
Not that I'm happy about the whole dying thing, mind you. But impermanence and all that.
How about your grandparents?
Do you have friends? You said Jiarong, is that a friend of yours? A friend of mine?
You have a very nice grave and altar Baba. You mean everything to us. Grandba Wu is doing good, GrandMa Mac too.
*Big Zi laughs softly at Bao’s question about Jiarong.*
Yeah, I guess you don’t know her yet. Jiarong is my birth mother, it took some getting used to, but you both became closer. She was more of an aunt to me though, she didn’t want to take me from my Baba.
Your.. I should probably stop avoiding the woman, then.
*Bao looked begrudging, pressing a cup of tea into Zi's lap.*
Sorry I put everything through my death. I guess by now, you've heard all about the trouble I caused before I met you. And after.
I’ve heard it all Baba. You were quite the rascal.
*Zi smiles at Bao, accepting the tea before taking a slow sip, letting the warm pass over him like a comfort he had missed.*
And in regard to Jia, she has told me she held a great pride in you. She spoke at your funeral, said you were the bravest man she’d ever met, the best father she could hope for a child like me, and an amazing creative. I think she sees you as her child instead of me, or at least like a baby brother. *Zi places a gentle hand on Bao’s shoulder, reassuring and comforting.*
Hey… you were the best father I could ask for as well. I know your thick head finds it hard to believe, but you are a great person. So many people came to your funeral, because you meant a great deal to them. You don’t have to believe it right now, but you are loved, and you are more than good enough for the people who love you.
Great.
Love that.
*Bao groaned, before Zi touched his shoulder. He softened.*
Yeah, well, anyone would be a good parent with you. You're the best kid anyone could ever ask for.
*He looked back at baby Zi, watching him snuggle in even closer with a sleepy sigh.*
I wonder if you remember today. You threw the biggest fit - honestly, my own fault. I've been letting you eat whatever you want and stay up until you're exhausted. You were not happy when I actually cooked vegetables for us instead of more dumplings.
I'm.. happy. That you felt safe enough to stomp your little foot and be a kid. I could die forgotten in a ditch and I'd be happy as long as you keep growing up. Nothing else matters to me as much as that. As much as you.
Yo yo yo yoyr bro lost an armmmmmmm
“IVE BEEN HIBERNATING- WHAT?! MK! BAO! Explain!”
( @bao-shapechanger , @noodle-delivery-boy )
....so you know how I have great taste in men-
“What taste in men? You don’t have a love life last I checked.”
He got with a bad guy and I beat his ass. He took my arm but I beat his ass.
“Oh. Do dad and mom know?”
Baba was... There...
Long story short, minor amounts of cannibalism on all sides, I have a cool new tattoo that definitely isn't a brand and Gege has. One arm.
And I'm taking a break from men.
Yo yo yo yoyr bro lost an armmmmmmm
“IVE BEEN HIBERNATING- WHAT?! MK! BAO! Explain!”
( @bao-shapechanger , @noodle-delivery-boy )
....so you know how I have great taste in men-

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I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.
*The Adult Zi was as tall as Bao was. When he felt his Baba hand on his cheek, tears welled in his eyes, like he had seen Bao in ages.*
Oh baba… it’s been ages since I’ve seen you…
And in regard to the clothes, I missed you, it’s been a long time. And you… weren’t using them…
*Adult Zi glanced over to the sofa and saw himself*
Buddha’s name I was tiny.
Still full of big feelings?
*Bao pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, patiently drying Zi's tears.*
Ages? What have you been doing-
*Ah.
Bao must be dead.
But Zi looked so young - thirty five, more or less. Did that mean... How much time did Bao have left?*
Sit down. I'll make tea. Tell me about yourself. Are you eating enough? You look tired. Nowadays you never sleep through the night without running around like a wild cat between naps, are you still like that?
Big feelings indeed, Baba.
*Big Zi laughs as Bao wipes the tears from his eyes*
It’s been longer than you think Baba, don’t worry about dying just yet. It’s been 93 years since you passed, you lived very long… I… I just age unbelievably slow.
*Big Zi hugs Bao close, he had missed him quite a bit.*
I’m eating well… Me and Xiaobao have been keeping the theatre open and we’ve been performing a lot together too. I only look tired lately, I’m working on a very big production. But I’ve been making sure to take care of myself… well my partner has.
*There’s a fondness inching Zi’s voice as he mentions his ‘Partner’. He eyes soften a bit, he clearly cares about them.*
I met someone about… thirty years after you passed, he’s a demon and he seems to age like me, we’d met at the market, he’s a playwright, which works really well since he was looking for somewhere to focus his attention, and I was able to actually make his plays come to life. His name is Rongji. We started dating twenty years ago, and we’d been friends for almost fifty years before that.
You'll have a long life, then? Good. I wasn't sure..
*Bao tensed from the hug, busying himself with making tea before rejoining his sons on the sofa.*
I didn't get to meet him? How was I supposed to interrogate the kid if you took your sweet time meeting him?
*Bao allowed his own little Zi to snuggle close again, head on his thighs and still fast asleep.*
It's hard to believe this is real. But.. the theatre is still open? Xiaobao is a performer?
And this Rongji. He's good to you? Behaves? He's nothing like...
*Bao didn't finish that sentence. He didn't have to.*
I have so much I want to ask you. Is your Uncle MK still alive? Still a hero?
No, unfortunately you didn’t know him, but Uncle Red gave him quite the shovel talk for you
*Big Zi chuckles and smiles, looking at his younger self curled up against Bao like a baby kitten.*
Uncle MK is still very active in the hero world, still alive as ever.
*Big Zi gives a small eye roll as he talks about MK*
Xiaobao is an amazing performer, and Rongji is an amazing playwright.
The theatre is still very alive and bustling with talents, I have your portrait up with an altar there, Rongji and I visit your grave every week.
*Big Zi knows what Bao is asking, he doesn’t need to be reminded of that man*
No, No he’s not like him. He hasn’t laid his hands on me ever. I promise you that.
Besides, I think it would give Uncle MK a heart attack.
And Jiarong has been a lot of help, she also visits your grave and she stayed with me for your burial, you both became surprisingly close.
All good things.
*Bao lowered his head, slowly running his fingers through baby Zi's hair and scritching behind his ear.*
I never thought I'd have a grave, let alone a shrine.
Not that I'm happy about the whole dying thing, mind you. But impermanence and all that.
How about your grandparents?
Do you have friends? You said Jiarong, is that a friend of yours? A friend of mine?
You have a very nice grave and altar Baba. You mean everything to us. Grandba Wu is doing good, GrandMa Mac too.
*Big Zi laughs softly at Bao’s question about Jiarong.*
Yeah, I guess you don’t know her yet. Jiarong is my birth mother, it took some getting used to, but you both became closer. She was more of an aunt to me though, she didn’t want to take me from my Baba.
Your.. I should probably stop avoiding the woman, then.
*Bao looked begrudging, pressing a cup of tea into Zi's lap.*
Sorry I put everything through my death. I guess by now, you've heard all about the trouble I caused before I met you. And after.
I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.
*The Adult Zi was as tall as Bao was. When he felt his Baba hand on his cheek, tears welled in his eyes, like he had seen Bao in ages.*
Oh baba… it’s been ages since I’ve seen you…
And in regard to the clothes, I missed you, it’s been a long time. And you… weren’t using them…
*Adult Zi glanced over to the sofa and saw himself*
Buddha’s name I was tiny.
Still full of big feelings?
*Bao pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, patiently drying Zi's tears.*
Ages? What have you been doing-
*Ah.
Bao must be dead.
But Zi looked so young - thirty five, more or less. Did that mean... How much time did Bao have left?*
Sit down. I'll make tea. Tell me about yourself. Are you eating enough? You look tired. Nowadays you never sleep through the night without running around like a wild cat between naps, are you still like that?
Big feelings indeed, Baba.
*Big Zi laughs as Bao wipes the tears from his eyes*
It’s been longer than you think Baba, don’t worry about dying just yet. It’s been 93 years since you passed, you lived very long… I… I just age unbelievably slow.
*Big Zi hugs Bao close, he had missed him quite a bit.*
I’m eating well… Me and Xiaobao have been keeping the theatre open and we’ve been performing a lot together too. I only look tired lately, I’m working on a very big production. But I’ve been making sure to take care of myself… well my partner has.
*There’s a fondness inching Zi’s voice as he mentions his ‘Partner’. He eyes soften a bit, he clearly cares about them.*
I met someone about… thirty years after you passed, he’s a demon and he seems to age like me, we’d met at the market, he’s a playwright, which works really well since he was looking for somewhere to focus his attention, and I was able to actually make his plays come to life. His name is Rongji. We started dating twenty years ago, and we’d been friends for almost fifty years before that.
You'll have a long life, then? Good. I wasn't sure..
*Bao tensed from the hug, busying himself with making tea before rejoining his sons on the sofa.*
I didn't get to meet him? How was I supposed to interrogate the kid if you took your sweet time meeting him?
*Bao allowed his own little Zi to snuggle close again, head on his thighs and still fast asleep.*
It's hard to believe this is real. But.. the theatre is still open? Xiaobao is a performer?
And this Rongji. He's good to you? Behaves? He's nothing like...
*Bao didn't finish that sentence. He didn't have to.*
I have so much I want to ask you. Is your Uncle MK still alive? Still a hero?
No, unfortunately you didn’t know him, but Uncle Red gave him quite the shovel talk for you
*Big Zi chuckles and smiles, looking at his younger self curled up against Bao like a baby kitten.*
Uncle MK is still very active in the hero world, still alive as ever.
*Big Zi gives a small eye roll as he talks about MK*
Xiaobao is an amazing performer, and Rongji is an amazing playwright.
The theatre is still very alive and bustling with talents, I have your portrait up with an altar there, Rongji and I visit your grave every week.
*Big Zi knows what Bao is asking, he doesn’t need to be reminded of that man*
No, No he’s not like him. He hasn’t laid his hands on me ever. I promise you that.
Besides, I think it would give Uncle MK a heart attack.
And Jiarong has been a lot of help, she also visits your grave and she stayed with me for your burial, you both became surprisingly close.
All good things.
*Bao lowered his head, slowly running his fingers through baby Zi's hair and scritching behind his ear.*
I never thought I'd have a grave, let alone a shrine.
Not that I'm happy about the whole dying thing, mind you. But impermanence and all that.
How about your grandparents?
Do you have friends? You said Jiarong, is that a friend of yours? A friend of mine?
I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.
*The Adult Zi was as tall as Bao was. When he felt his Baba hand on his cheek, tears welled in his eyes, like he had seen Bao in ages.*
Oh baba… it’s been ages since I’ve seen you…
And in regard to the clothes, I missed you, it’s been a long time. And you… weren’t using them…
*Adult Zi glanced over to the sofa and saw himself*
Buddha’s name I was tiny.
Still full of big feelings?
*Bao pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, patiently drying Zi's tears.*
Ages? What have you been doing-
*Ah.
Bao must be dead.
But Zi looked so young - thirty five, more or less. Did that mean... How much time did Bao have left?*
Sit down. I'll make tea. Tell me about yourself. Are you eating enough? You look tired. Nowadays you never sleep through the night without running around like a wild cat between naps, are you still like that?
Big feelings indeed, Baba.
*Big Zi laughs as Bao wipes the tears from his eyes*
It’s been longer than you think Baba, don’t worry about dying just yet. It’s been 93 years since you passed, you lived very long… I… I just age unbelievably slow.
*Big Zi hugs Bao close, he had missed him quite a bit.*
I’m eating well… Me and Xiaobao have been keeping the theatre open and we’ve been performing a lot together too. I only look tired lately, I’m working on a very big production. But I’ve been making sure to take care of myself… well my partner has.
*There’s a fondness inching Zi’s voice as he mentions his ‘Partner’. He eyes soften a bit, he clearly cares about them.*
I met someone about… thirty years after you passed, he’s a demon and he seems to age like me, we’d met at the market, he’s a playwright, which works really well since he was looking for somewhere to focus his attention, and I was able to actually make his plays come to life. His name is Rongji. We started dating twenty years ago, and we’d been friends for almost fifty years before that.
You'll have a long life, then? Good. I wasn't sure..
*Bao tensed from the hug, busying himself with making tea before rejoining his sons on the sofa.*
I didn't get to meet him? How was I supposed to interrogate the kid if you took your sweet time meeting him?
*Bao allowed his own little Zi to snuggle close again, head on his thighs and still fast asleep.*
It's hard to believe this is real. But.. the theatre is still open? Xiaobao is a performer?
And this Rongji. He's good to you? Behaves? He's nothing like...
*Bao didn't finish that sentence. He didn't have to.*
I have so much I want to ask you. Is your Uncle MK still alive? Still a hero?
I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.
*The Adult Zi was as tall as Bao was. When he felt his Baba hand on his cheek, tears welled in his eyes, like he had seen Bao in ages.*
Oh baba… it’s been ages since I’ve seen you…
And in regard to the clothes, I missed you, it’s been a long time. And you… weren’t using them…
*Adult Zi glanced over to the sofa and saw himself*
Buddha’s name I was tiny.
Still full of big feelings?
*Bao pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, patiently drying Zi's tears.*
Ages? What have you been doing-
*Ah.
Bao must be dead.
But Zi looked so young - thirty five, more or less. Did that mean... How much time did Bao have left?*
Sit down. I'll make tea. Tell me about yourself. Are you eating enough? You look tired. Nowadays you never sleep through the night without running around like a wild cat between naps, are you still like that?
I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
*Bao sees the familiar features of his own face, but slightly different. The man in front of him is definitely older than him, definitely the rough age of 35, as intended(?) but yet he still held Bao’s recognizable features, the longer ears, black sclera, and flat nose. His hair was long like Bao’s, but he had bangs and tied it low and looser.*
*But there was a greener glow to this man’s eye, a variation to his physique that Bao never felt comfortable having, there was a bit more muscle on him. He looked separate from Bao, like Conner Kent instead of Clark Kent.*
*His son still looked like him, even as an adult.*
*He still chose to look like him.*
*He seemed to have maintained the habit of taking Bao’s clothes, he was basically wearing Bao’s clothes but more tailored to fit his style. He had flexible boots on, probably some form of comfortable combat boots, they would be easy to move in. They were dark red, like Baos sandles.*
*He had a more quiet demeanor than Bao usually had, like he was a watcher first, while Bao was forthcoming on most topics and tended to talk more.*
Baba? Is that really you? Goodness you look young. Wow that person wasn’t lying about seeing the past.
*For a moment, Bao is frozen. He looked down from the fast asleep toddler in his lap, then back up to the full sized adult in front of him.
They smelt the same. Exactly the same, in a way that couldn't be faked.
That was Bao's baby.*
You're... So big.
*Slowly, Bao guided little Zi into curling up against a pillow, standing and sitting up from the sofa to face big Zi properly. It was certainly one way to start a morning. Who needed TV when you had living room time travel?*
But it's you. You're really you, aren't you? You're my baby.
*He didn't hesitate to reach out and cup Zi's cheek.*
You know you're allowed to wear your own clothes, little one. My fashion cannot be this appealing.

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I JUST REALIZED MY ASK NEVER SENT WHEN I WENT TO GO TO THE SHOPSSSSS
ANYWAYS I WAS GONNA SEND THIS TO ZI BUT HE HAS HIS ASKS CLOSED (probably for the best)
*BIG POOF OF MAGIC AS AN ADULT ZI APPEARS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE THAT DISSIPATES AFTER HE APPEARS*
....sweet fucking Buddha.
[ @zi-shapechanger ]
(*I stare into your soul *)
-Màfan
(Ps. I found an old abandoned temple underground, I think it's to the God of Chaos or Something idk bro but ye-)
[OCC: BAOTHAZAR WAZZUP 🙉!!]
You found a what?
There's no such thing as a God of Chaos.
You guys don't have A God of Chaos? That's strange
It implies that there's something that can control chaos. It's a paradox. Stop wandering around abandoned temples on your own!
HIIIII BAO ITS MEEEEE TIME TRAVEL ANON!!!
No I don’t have your baby, I would be bringing an adult version of your baby to the present, you’d still have your kid but it could be fun to have a little chat with the future version?
...I could... See how he's doing? See how he grew up?
....
Okay.
What if I brought the adult version of your son (like idk 35? That’s an adult I think?) to your present time?
—The same Mischieveious Anon
...you have my son? I have my son. He's right here. He ate too many sweets and now he's in a sugar nap.
What are you talking about?! Get back here and explain yourself!
My baby is still a baby!
How do you feel about time travel shenanigans? I have a cool idea.
—Mischievious Anon
I'm not really supposed to do shenanigans anymore.
Something about causing enough problems in heaven and in the mortal realm for several lifetimes. I wasn't paying attention.

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I have not been on this godforsaken app in quite some time, why are you all on my tail trying to flirt with me again.
I've been discovering modern day clothing. Notice anything new?
AWWWWWWW LOOK AT YOU
MY BABY BROTHER LOOKS SO ADORABLE!!
I'm immediately regretting this.
And regretting buying Zi a matching set..
NO WAIT PLEASE YOUR SO ADORABLE
LET ME SEEEE
Taking Zi and returning to nomad life.
I have not been on this godforsaken app in quite some time, why are you all on my tail trying to flirt with me again.
I've been discovering modern day clothing. Notice anything new?
AWWWWWWW LOOK AT YOU
MY BABY BROTHER LOOKS SO ADORABLE!!
I'm immediately regretting this.
And regretting buying Zi a matching set..