I love kid Janus headcannons that are like "Janus used to hiss when he was startled." "Janus would do the tongue blep thing" "Janus would bite as his first defense mechanism." "Janus used to fall asleep whenever he was in a sunbeam" "janus would hunt down mice and eat them" "Janus couldn't say 's' without hissing"
Like yes. I adore the idea of this kid being slightly more snake than human until he grew out of it. Who's to say he's even grown out of it, maybe he's just a feral snake with half human atomy
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An ordinary day at preschool turns extraordinary when a new student arrives.
Written for @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes for @tss-camp-and-coffee's Camp Cartoon writing event. WC: 1247 - Rated: G - CW: Fluff. Oh so much kid!Sides fluff. This tiny story isn't long enough and they're not old enough for the angst behind it all. My other Camp stories.
Just like every day, Virgil was the first to arrive at school. He said goodbye to his dad, said hello to Miss Julie, and took his favorite seat at the art table. Today he picked out a big white sheet of paper and crayons from the box in red, blue, and orange. He wanted to draw a picture of the flowers growing across the street at Dr. and Mr. Picani’s house. There weren’t really any purple flowers growing there, but purple was his favorite color, so even though it was almost cheating, he picked a purple crayon, too, and drew big purple petals for some of the flowers.
He didn’t notice the other kids arriving until a familiar voice laughed next to his ear. “Hey, there’s no green!”
Virgil looked up into his best friend’s wide smile. “They’re flowers, Remus,” he said. “They don’t come in green.”
“Do, too,” he said, pointing at the flower border painted above the windows.
“Not in real life,” Virgil insisted. “Those are just pretend.” He went back to his drawing feeling a little guilty about the big purple flowers he’d drawn. Purple flowers were real, though, even if they weren’t growing at Dr. Picani’s house.
“If I prove they’re real, will you add them?” Remus asked, leaning in and staring into his eyes.
Virgil glanced at the purple flowers and nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Deal!” Remus cheered and ran off to the Book Nook. “Ro! Help me find the flower book!”
Virgil watched him pull books from the big display next to Miss Julie’s reading chair. He’d check the cover and then, shaking his head, toss it into a little pile on the chair. Before long, he shouted, “Found it!” and ran back, waving a big book with flowers all over the cover.
“Walking feet, Remus,” Miss Julie reminded him, but Remus either didn’t hear or didn’t care.
Remus dropped the book onto the table and flipped about halfway through. He pointed to a tiny patch of flowers in the very corner of the page. They had soft green petals almost the same shade and shape as their leaves, but darker in the middle and fading on the edges. “See?” Remus said. “We have this book at home and Daddy reads it to us. They’re called ama—“ His face screwed up, rolling the word around in his mouth. “Ama—Daddy says they’re like lilies.” They both looked at the green crayon in the art box. It was the same bright green as the painted flowers by the window, nothing at all like the flowers in the picture.
“Hang on! I’ll get us paint!” Remus said and ran off again.
“Good morning! My name is Miss Julie.”
Virgil frowned. His teacher’s voice was a little louder than it usually was and she didn’t need to say her name. They weren’t babies. They all knew who she was. He leaned over the table and peered around the corner at the welcome chair.
Instead of already playing with the puppets or reading a story in the Book Nook or even playing in the kitchen—the toy kitchen. They never played in the real kitchen where they got snack—Miss Julie was still sitting in her big welcome chair next to the name tag board.
A mommy was there, holding a little boy’s hand. Someone new.
The boy was even shorter than Virgil was and he hoped he might be younger. Virgil hated being the youngest in the class. The boy wore blue jeans like his and bright yellow sneakers without any laces.
He didn’t answer Miss Julie.
His mommy started to frown but stopped, then smiled at Miss Julie the same way Daddy did when he was talking on the phone. “Janus takes a little while to warm up,” she said and patted his shoulder.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” Miss Julie said to the boy instead of to his mommy. Virgil smiled. He couldn’t see the boy’s face but he hoped the boy smiled, too.
Miss Julie wasn’t like the lady at the dentist office or even at Dr. Picani’s office, talking to the mommy instead of to him.
“Today is your first day, so you get to pick a name tag. Then I’ll write your name on it.”
The boy tilted his head and looked at each shape and color in turn. Virgil was the only boy who’d picked a purple one and he watched as Janus looked at the big purple square for a long time. After a while, though, his hand closed on the yellow circle beside it and he placed it in Miss Julie’s waiting hand.
“A yellow circle like the sun,” she said, then took out her big marker and began to write.
Janus leaned closer and watched her shape each letter. When she asked him where she could pin it, he pointed to his shoulder and he turned so she could reach.
That’s when Virgil saw the big splotchy mark on his face. It looked like when Virgil had skinned his knee and picked at it.
It looked like it hurt.
Brittney had been drawing at the other end of the table. She dropped her crayon and it rolled under the table, but she didn’t even care. She just ran over to Janus and pointed. “Eww! What happened to your face?”
Janus looked away.
Remus did not.
Back from the easels to get paint, Remus held the biggest brush, dark green paint dribbling down the handle, over his hand and all over his arm. He hit Brittney's cheek with the paint brush and yelled, “What happened to your face?”
“Remus!” Miss Julie jumped up and took Remus by the hand and brought him to the timeout corner. When she turned around to take Brittney to the bathroom to wash the paint from her hair and her face and her dress, Remus stuck his fingers in his mouth, making faces. When he saw Virgil watching him, he did it more, laughing quietly.
The other boy, Janus, laughed, too, and his mommy crouched down to whisper in his ear. At first Virgil was afraid Remus had gotten him in trouble. Remus was good at getting people in trouble, almost as much as he got himself in trouble. But Janus just smiled and nodded, turning to whisper something to his mommy.
Miss Julie came back then, Brittney’s hand in hers. She looked down at her, not really smiling. “Now, what did you want to say to Janus?”
“I’m sorry I was rude,” she mumbled.
Miss Julie didn’t look happy. And neither did Janus’ mommy.
“I think that little boy over there has learned his lesson,” she said, then pointed to Remus with her lips. He was sticking out his tongue at his brother and painting his palm with what was left on the brush. “And I suspect this little one has as well,” she said, watching Brittney.
Janus peered around Miss Julie to watch Remus paint his hand. When he finally noticed the attention, he grinned and waggled his fingers like he did when they played monster.
Janus laughed and ran over to him. He held out his hand, too, and Remus painted his hand before Miss Julie could stop him.
Virgil watched them all walk back to the bathroom to wash off the paint, then he picked a yellow crayon from the box. There weren’t any yellow flowers growing across the street, but Virgil thought maybe there should be.
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