#lcst-causes

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🐸 (lcst-causes : martino!!) 

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“Here you go Poppa!”

Tad was actually out and about for once. Granted he was merely getting tea at a local coffee shop- any little bit of progress was still progress!

Usually these social places made him uneasy, but with a notepad in hand and a pencil, he’d started to make the best of it by enjoying the quiet time to himself before Fraus began to stir. Drinking his tea and doodling some animals. Horses, goats, and even a few frogs relaxing on some lily pads.

He had been perfectly content just keeping to himself-- However, when someone new enters the shop, and the boy glances over to said stranger as he made his way past him and to the counter. He suddenly catches glimpse of something on the ground, and after looking down and realizing it was a wallet, he blinked, then glanced up to the imp now at the counter, completely oblivious to the fact he’d dropped it.

Normally, had Fraus been awake, the shadow would absolutely snatch the wallet without a second thought... But it was just Tad right now. 

So after a momentary pause, eventually he gets up from his seat to retrieve the item. Then after walking up behind the imp, he cautiously taps him on the shoulder.

“Hi poppa!”

Cue a happy little Tadpole with a backpack slung over his shoulder, quickly coming over to give Martino a warm hug.

The small froglet still had the hat that Marty gave him on his head, and when he hugged him, it fell lopsided on him.

“I brought a game and a movie with me this time, if you wanna try them later.”

Ramona had began letting Tadpole come over and stay with Marty on the weekends at his apartment.

✦ ; .             another hosted night teemed with life amongst the manor’s ballroom, swimming with overlords from the lowest rank to the mid-well section. anyone higher ought’ve stuck to their own or declined the invitation at face value without batting an eye — not that stolas minded, he’d prefer the new faces to old echeladder rungs. adorned in his royal purple frilled shawl && star cufflinks, the prince swept against the currents of movement in order to preserve the ebb && ensure his guests were all under safe management.

              stella had long since departed from his side, off to trade doilies with the fellow housewives or dates of higher quality ongoers, leaving the true blueblood to fend for himself amidst the riffraff. scarlet eyes screen the horizon, hesitating only a moment upon noticing a familiar facet. stood by the bar was the shorter pin-striped gent he had grown rather fond of in regards to their communications, a brimming smile careening across his beak as the goetia struts his way through the crowd to go greet his cumbersome friend.

              once dark claws can grasp a hold of the counter, he’s gently && pointedly tapping a tip upon wood, calling forth the ‘tender with a look of pride. ❛ - SAN GRIA, additional strawberry garnish. - ❜ with that his attention swings to his close ally, brows aloft with blissful excitement to finally have someone above the smug aura to convene with. ❛ - awfully stuffy for a gala, is it not ? don’t suppose you have a knack for these sorts of ‘shindigs’, presumably as your tasteful lingo might’ve put it. - ❜