Hallo!!! Papa said I should try and work on my English more, but I'm not too good at spelling so Papa, Vati, uncles, or brothers will help me!"
About me about me... Uhm.... I'm five and I like helping Papa with surgery! If I get all the organs named right then I get a sticker!
I can't fly yet but I love lessons with Uncle Scoot! (Scout) And Uncle Snips (Sniper) helps me learn how to bend my wings right so one day I'll fly!
I love playing and playing with my doctor kit! Oh! And strawberry jam!
Please do not give him strawberry jam, I will have to give him a bath again...
But I like baths!
Shatzi, it takes forever to get the jam off, you somehow get it everywhere on you. Even your wings.
Cooo :<
Hello everyone! @princessartseyrandomness or @weaponsmithinmylimit here! Here's a blog for my lil guy, I also have a in progress fic of him on AO3 called "My Little Dove"
Please do not ask anything inappropriate, remember that this lil guy is a CHILD!!!!
You can ask Medic on this blog as well about his son since he in universe mods the blog lol. There will be translated German and maybe other character appearances. Please be respectful!
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Galen is utterly speechless for a moment before tears started to escape his eyes. He thought that was one of his brothers but was too scared to say anything other than agreeing.
"M- mhm!"
He was mentally screaming thinking that he was next. He was starting to tremble at that thought.
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she walked him to her office and sat down in her soft desk chair, reaching for the drawers of her desk and pulling out some crayons, sticker sheets, and some paper. she pulled up a small chair for him and slid the supplies across the desk.
here!
if you need anything else, don't be afraid to tell me. i'll be doing some paperwork for now
she grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk and turned on her banker's lamp, filling out some important documents: specifically the medical records of the other mercenaries. Currently, she was working on Heavy's papers.
He chirped as he climbed into the chair and sat down to instantly begin drawing, seeming to be in a much better mood knowing at least one of the twins was nice to him.
He drew with his tongue sticking out, focusing and occasionally looking at Mila before looking back at his paper and drawing once more. He put one of each sticker on the paper as a final touch and a soft flutter of his wings came which was followed by a delighted coo! He gently slid the paper over to her with a big smile.
"I drew you, miss!"
He excitedly said with the biggest smile spreading across his face.
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she walked him to her office and sat down in her soft desk chair, reaching for the drawers of her desk and pulling out some crayons, sticker sheets, and some paper. she pulled up a small chair for him and slid the supplies across the desk.
here!
if you need anything else, don't be afraid to tell me. i'll be doing some paperwork for now
she grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk and turned on her banker's lamp, filling out some important documents: specifically the medical records of the other mercenaries. Currently, she was working on Heavy's papers.
He chirped as he climbed into the chair and sat down to instantly begin drawing, seeming to be in a much better mood knowing at least one of the twins was nice to him.
He drew with his tongue sticking out, focusing and occasionally looking at Mila before looking back at his paper and drawing once more. He put one of each sticker on the paper as a final touch and a soft flutter of his wings came which was followed by a delighted coo! He gently slid the paper over to her with a big smile.
"I drew you, miss!"
He excitedly said with the biggest smile spreading across his face.
she walked him to her office and sat down in her soft desk chair, reaching for the drawers of her desk and pulling out some crayons, sticker sheets, and some paper. she pulled up a small chair for him and slid the supplies across the desk.
here!
if you need anything else, don't be afraid to tell me. i'll be doing some paperwork for now
she grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk and turned on her banker's lamp, filling out some important documents: specifically the medical records of the other mercenaries. Currently, she was working on Heavy's papers.
He chirped as he climbed into the chair and sat down to instantly begin drawing, seeming to be in a much better mood knowing at least one of the twins was nice to him.
He drew with his tongue sticking out, focusing and occasionally looking at Mila before looking back at his paper and drawing once more. He put one of each sticker on the paper as a final touch and a soft flutter of his wings came which was followed by a delighted coo! He gently slid the paper over to her with a big smile.
"I drew you, miss!"
He excitedly said with the biggest smile spreading across his face.
she walked him to her office and sat down in her soft desk chair, reaching for the drawers of her desk and pulling out some crayons, sticker sheets, and some paper. she pulled up a small chair for him and slid the supplies across the desk.
here!
if you need anything else, don't be afraid to tell me. i'll be doing some paperwork for now
she grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk and turned on her banker's lamp, filling out some important documents: specifically the medical records of the other mercenaries. Currently, she was working on Heavy's papers.
He chirped as he climbed into the chair and sat down to instantly begin drawing, seeming to be in a much better mood knowing at least one of the twins was nice to him.
He drew with his tongue sticking out, focusing and occasionally looking at Mila before looking back at his paper and drawing once more. He put one of each sticker on the paper as a final touch and a soft flutter of his wings came which was followed by a delighted coo! He gently slid the paper over to her with a big smile.
"I drew you, miss!"
He excitedly said with the biggest smile spreading across his face.
"Hallo! What you writing? It looks like your pencil might break!"
He coos wearily before fishing around in his pocket and pulling out a sharpener that's meant for colored pencils and crayons.
"Here you go! So in case it breaks you got something to sharpen it with!!"
He looks so happy having 'helped' someone.
@minidocofred
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Fully immersed into his note taking, he envelops the sharpener with his hand. It takes him a good second to register not only the person besides him, but his unique quality; child.
Child!? A kid? In the active war zone!?
His head snaps around, eyes wide and eyebrows shot up. He shakes his head to calm himself down, then gets on one knee and does what he does best; ask questions and figure out how to help with the answers.
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β Well, hello! Thank you so much for the sharpener. I fear I have not caught your name before, I don't think we've met. My name's Javier, I use this notebook [signals at Spanish scribbles] to uhh...to write what happens in the town day to day. What's your name, what do you use this sharpener for? β
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Jesus Holy Christ, this is an actual kid. He can feel anxiety threatening his normal person facade, but he forces himself to keep a calm voice tone and smile. God lords, he hasn't interacted with kids since he fled to New Mexico. He hopes that kids here are similar to those in his hometown, that there isn't a secret rule that he has never heard that makes kids in New Mexico completely able to shoot him dead if he asks for their name. Suuurely not. Surely.
It was the teeth that gave it away, really. You'll see; the Administrator doesn't care about where the post-match bodies end up at, so Journalist actually spent many hours getting familiar with the bones of the mercenaries. There is really nothing to do in New Mexico. He had seen those teeth many, many times in the past and the recognition sent shivers down his spine. Well, of course the parent of this child trusted that no one would hurt him! Any person shortsighted enough to mess with someone dear to him is either six feet deep or about to be. That being said, this kid's demeanor was a polar opposite to anything he had seen Medic do. To do Medic justice, he was an amazing caretaker for his pigeons, so it wasn't that far fetched to imagine he would be able to keep a child alive and happy. Come to think of it; this is the healthiest child he's ever seen in his life. His hair looks combed, his clothes don't have a single stain or tear, he has no visible scars and he's kind to him- which, in comparison, must look like an absolute freak. He feels slightly guilty that the child's world-view now included him.
He can't help but smile at the childlike faith the kid has about.. everything. He sits, cross-legged and rips a page out of his notebook, handing it to the kid, along with a pencil and the sharpener.
β Nice to meet you, Galen! I'm sure the sharpener will work great. You say you're an artist, yeah? Do you want to draw for a bit? β
He starts to look around, just now realizing that this child might not be alone. Similar to mother bears, who is to say Medic isn't nearby?
A delighted coo comes from his throat as he quickly nods and plops down right beside the other.
"Oh yes!"
He chirps as he begins to happily doodle immediately, his wings fluffing slightly as a clear amount of great joy spread across his face.
Medic was indeed nearby but he was busy talking to Heavy, the two having a conversation not too far away yet still keeping a close eye on the little one which made sense given how young Galen looked.
He didn't look like any children around Teufort aside from being well taken care of. The white hair and ruby red eyes weren't something you'd normally see, not to mention the wings that he clearly had control over along with the soft coos that escaped him. It was like a human version of a dove but with the mercenaries DNA.
Yet Galen continued to happily draw. Sticking his tongue out in concentration and even sharpening the pencil once to keep drawing.
When Galen was teething he was in so much pain and got sick, now that is very normal but when he first started molting it was an utter nightmare! Everyone on base helped take care of him, me and Heavy almost passed out where we stood because he was feeling so unwell.
I felt so bad that I didn't know there was another issue when he was teething that time. The guilt was very real but thankfully he turned out fine, I even have the first feather that he lost in his baby book.
After all, it was a single feather that helped make mein Sohn.
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"Flowers for me?" Scout tries not to stare at the kid's wings as he drops to one knee, accepting one of the tulips. "Nah little buddy, ya meant ta give flowers ta girls, they go crazy for that stuff. You know any girls? I s'pose ya don't, ya look likeβ uhh..."
He hesitates, trying to think of a more sensitive way to say "escaped lab experiment". This kid might not like being equated with a freak of nature and Scout wouldn't want to upset a kid.
"Doesn't matter!" He says with an exaggerated shrug, "I'm Scout, what's your name?"
"Aw ain't that sweet?" Scout grinned, mussing up the kid's hair. "Yeah boys deserve em, but my Ma said if ya got flowers ya should give em to girls, cos they do a lot that goes unnoticed and they deserve the appreciation. If ya got leftovers after, ya give those ones to the guys. But thank you," he tucks the tulip into his buttonhole where it sits very visibly. "Should we go find one-a the ladies round here, give them the resta these? Or we can hand em out to the other mercs. It's up to you, kiddo."
Galen put a finger to his chin in thought and smiled
"Wait one second!"
He chirped before running off... somewhere???? It's like he disappeared and then came back with a big bouquet made of smaller boquets that he could barely hold in his arms.
"I got enough for everyone! Now you can keep your flowers for you!"
He chirped with a happy flutter of his wings. There was a total of ten in his arms, enough for the rest of the mercs, one girl, and someone else.
Scout had to admit, the kid had tenacity and he didn't bother trying to hide a chuckle. "Y'know what, that's PERFECT," he told Galen, standing up as he held a hand out, "Do ya want me to carry some? Ya hands look kinda full there."
Scout had to think for a second. Where could they find other people being up and active at this time of day? "We can start with the rec room," he suggested, adjusting his steps so his stride matched the youngster's. "But when we get there ya gotta let me check inside first, okay? I'll scout ahead for any danger, since that's my job, and let ya know if the coast is clear."
He coos happily, his wings fluttering a little as he continued to carry all the flowers in his grasp. His steps were careful just so nothing fell from his hands.
Scout grinned, though it was a bit unnerving that this kid was so trusting. Where'd he come from? And where'd he get all the flowers? Well, hopefully one of the mercs might be able to answer that.
"So you're uhh... Half bird, right? What kinda bird?" He asked, trying to make conversation as they made their way back to the recreational area.
"Half dove! Papa didn't mean to add a dove feather, he said I was meant to be a clone of himself. But he says it gave him a wonderful present he wouldn't trade!"
Galen gave a big smile and fully expanded his wings though the length barely seem to go past his fingertips.
"I can't fly yet but Papa says I still need to grow and build muscle."
"Yeah ya look pretty small so ya probly ain't gonna be ready to fly for a bit. Wait here a sec, okay?" He asked as they reached the rec room door. "I'll make sure there ain't no traps."
He wasn't sure about leaving the kid alone in the corridor, but he wasn't about to risk exposing the kid to the debauchery of some of his teammates. They gave BLU hell for being fucked up, but there were definitely some folks in RED who were well and truly bonkers themselves.
Galen waits patiently though shifts his grip on the flowers and looks around slightly. He's very used to all this in his own timeline, honestly it was hard not calling this Scout 'uncle' due to how he's used to it at home. At least he can give out flowers, he likes spreading kindness to everyone.
Scout heard the laughter and raced back out to the hallway just in time to see the Spy go sprinting past, revolver drawn. Without even thinking, he shifted, putting what little size he had between Spy and the kid - not that Spy even spared him a glance, too engrossed in hunting down the culprit for whatever perceived slight he had suffered.
But that laughter meant Sean was around somewhere, and only once the Spy had passed did Scout date to look around. Probably a good deal not to have a literal child on a mercenary base.
"Sean, we got company," he called out; he knew the other scout was undoubtedly nearby.
He coos happily as he offers a small bundle of white orchids.
ARE YA KIDDIN'?? 'COURSE I WANNA FREAKIN' FLOWA, PAL!! Flowas make me look all romantic and crap!! Bet Miss Paulin'll think I'm real charmin'!! Thanks, buddy!!
