Just a singular giggle is all it takes to snap his attention away from increasing ire, irritated features falling into relaxation and gentle smile as he swivels in direction of the bubbly sound. ”Arles, darling boy,” He all but coos at the youngling, drawn to his son like moth to flame and reaching for him with wiggling fingers. “Have you been behaving for your Pa?”
A smile is present at the sudden turnaround of character, and the small child grabs ahold of one of those writing fingers and immediately attempts to shove it in his small mouth. Slightly alarmed, a pale hand covers his mouth, and he tuts. “We do not b i t e people to tell them that we love them.” Cue extremely bewildered gaggles and large doe eyes, a tail wiggling in the most i n n o c e n t manner.
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