#beansidhed

all she wanted was for him to look at her tush

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i sold my soul

“Now, come on, we’re going boxing,” she grinned. “You’re gonna love it. It’s all about punching things, I like to picture people I don’t like. I promise, it is a rush.” Looping her own arm through the others, she starts to drag them along. “I also signed us up for some self-defence classes, now that’s all about kicking and throwing. It’s great.”

“ Like I can be recycled? Aw, you are so nice, thank you, Tabster. I knew I’d grow on you. “

Let me start this off by saying Miles was the Little Brother without any younger siblings or cousins to look after. He was the one who was looked after until the very moment he lost his family and from then on, he didn’t really accept being looked after by others anymore. If he had a child of his own, or were to take care of someone else’s, he wouldn’t know where to being with. For that reason, he would appear to be the overly-concerned parent: he would read books on parenting, ask questions about absurd hypothetical scenarios (to be prepared, just in case) and accidentally morph into a Mother Hen (all the while questioning every traditional idea behind raising children). So, all things considered, I think while he would give himself a major headache and be very insecure, overthink every little thing and be extremely nervous about whether or not he is doing this right... the kid would probably be more than fine. (Except he would most likely make them nerdier. Oh, well.)

                “ I knew it. ”

“You got any signal?” he called, one knee on the driver’s seat, the other hand digging blindly for the owner’s manual. “We may be stuck here for a while, so unless you wanna stick your leg out and hope someone pulls over to help you, we might need to come up with an alternative plan.”