PLUTO EP. 1 + MAY TOUCHING AI-OON'S FACE
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PLUTO EP. 1 + MAY TOUCHING AI-OON'S FACE

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~Told u I was gonna write a fic about Baâvodu Crosshair (aka Kitty) coloring with his niece.~
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The sound of giggles, both grown and toddler alike, guide Cyare through the house as she searches for her young daughter in the hopes of wrangling her to bed.
An impressive feat, that is.
She approaches the living room and stops just before she turns the corner. She braces herself against the wall, smoothing a hand across her stomach as she basks in the sounds of their recreation, knowing full well sheâs about to be the perpetrator. And she thinks, for a moment, maybe sheâll give them five more minutesâ
She enters the room before she can go through with it.
Itâs endearing, as it always is when the irrevocably softened sniper of Clone Force 99 engages with her baby - soon to be babies.
Heâs seated in what is essentially a tyke chair, the guest of honor at an equally compact table comically disproportionate to his stature, his eyes closed in something akin to bliss - or caution, as he heeds the colored point scrawling about his face - his otherwise austere nature has fallen docile to the little Picasso in his lap currently transforming him into a work of art via (hopefully) washable marker. Apparently, Baâvodu Crosshair is in need of another face tattoo adjacent his trademark opus, this in the form of a pink heart along his cheekbone that has lessened his severity tenfold.
The sight has Cyare biting her knuckle to absorb her laughter.
Crosshair catches her eye. âNot a word.â
Her features neutralize in a instant. âNot a word.â Cyare turns her attention to more pressing matters then, taking in the sight of her hyperactive, marker-stained toddler. âMeshâla, itâs bedtime. Time to be all doneââ
âNoooooo,â the toddler whines immediately, letting her limbs droop heavily in protest, her marker clattering to the ground in high-drama fashion.
âYes, come!â Cyare inveigles without missing a beat. âPapa is waiting to tell you a story, and Meg-Megââ
âNooo Mommyââ
âMeshâla,â Crosshair cuts through smoothly. âListen to your Buir. Off you go.â
She makes a pitiful sound in the back of her throat, jutting out her bottom lip, and slides off his lap.
Crosshair forces himself to look away before his resolve crumbles.
Cyare sends him an appreciative glance as she receives the dejected adâika into her heavily pregnant torso. âThanks,â she smiles wearily, herding her moping child out of the room. âOh, and donât worry about the mess, Iâll come back and clean upââ
âNo.â A mutually beneficial arrangement has presented itself, and Crosshair is quick to jump on it. âShe can do it.â He beckons his young niece over. âShow your Mom how helpful you are yeah?â
Her eyes light up and Crosshairâs night is made. He can now sleep soundly with the image of his nieceâs bright and reimagined features, the erasure of her previously crestfallen one. She scampers over and begins cleaning up her coloring utensils with all haste, eager at the audience.
Cyare looks on fondly, stroking her swollen abdomen and finding a newfound admiration for the man before her. She loves the way her daughter is so attentive to Crosshair, keen on pleasing him, learning from him. She reflects on the progress her budding toddler has made in the past few months alone, thanks in no small part to Crosshair. She turns to him, unable to keep her smirk at bay.
âYou knowâŠâ
Crosshair holds a hand up. âI know what youâre gonna say.â
Cyare grins. âYou really would be.â She places a tender hand on his shoulder. âYouâre wonderful with her.â
âNot sure Iâm ready for two of her.â
âCome now,â Cyare teases, reaching up and thumbing at a stray smudge along his jaw. âThen you can have twice the color.â
Crosshair bats her hand away, subduing the smile edging at his lips. They fade into comfortable silence as they listen to the toddler between them hum to herself whilst she cleans up so obediently. Crosshair folds his arms across his chest, a subconscious endeavor heâs perfected over the years, with the need for it dwindling over time as the emergence of tender souls move in to swathe him instead. His heart races as his mind wanders to the prospect of another being to break him down softly, making her grand debut in a matter of weeks.
âYou missed one mirdala, under the table,â Crosshair centers his focus back on the niece in front of him.
Hunterâs baby girl stoops on chubby legs, retrieving the stray marker with a little, âooh!â And then, standing big and tall, beams, âAll done, Mommy!â
âGood job, baby,â Cyare praises authentically, holding out her hand. âNow, time to go night-night.â
The toddler bobs excitedly. âCarry me!â
âNo meshâla, your Mom canâtââ
âItâs fine, Cross,â Cyare places her hand on his shoulder. Crosshairâs eyes narrow.
âNo means no, Cyare.â
âReally,â she drawls, ââNo means noâ, Baâvodu Crosshair?â
Thereâs silence for a beat.
ââŠAlright so Iâm a hypocrite.â
âMmm,â Cyare allows a victorious grin to bloom as she looks down to the source of his hypocrisy. âWhen it comes to this little pumpkin? Very much so.â
The little pumpkin in question makes sweet grabby hands up at her.
Cyare chuckles. âAlright then, up you goââ she hoists her daughter up, carefully, maneuvering her up and around her burgeoning belly. Itâs awkward and straining but Cyare manages it all through a doting smile. âThere,â she breathes, cradling her baby girlâs head to her shoulder as she turns with a final bidding. âTell your Baâvodu Crosshair goodnight.â
The little tot nestles in sweetly, her dark curls strewn over her mommaâs shoulder every which way. She locks eyes with her Baâvodu. She gives a small wave, Hunterâs smile, and, âNight-night, Kitty.â
Something heavy must pass across his face, because Cyare is settling a free hand on his cheek in an instant, on the newly reformed side courtesy of her toddler. She smiles at him softly, knowingly.
He succumbs easily.
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So when I get tired I tend to lose my filter a little bit and just start saying whatever weird nonsense words come to mind and since half of what Spamton says is in a similar vein of non sequiturs I can't help but imagine sometimes what it would be like snuggled up to him while falling asleep just trading meaningless phrases back and forth until drifting off.
Never fails to get me feeling mushy as a hot bowl of oatmeal.
Hi! I'm not sure how asks work cause this is my first one, but do you guys have any code names for eachother? Just incase you need to go undercover or something? đ
Looks like a comfy spot to sit!
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