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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 p̲r͟o͟u͟d͟l͟y̲. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

. . . well not 𝐡𝐢𝐬 kitchen. but he’s cooking. so it’s his kitchen at this moment. ( 😀 )

currently cooking. stay out of his kitchen.

he’s really not a morning person

“i think you won’t admit it.”

“me. your son. your favourite.”

gasps dramatically. “that’s not very nice.”

“nooo. it’s too . . 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.” huffs and fully deadweights. “shame.”

no, i was named exactly after my dad instead. which gets confusing at times. also.. he does care. it’s a trust thing. it’s good that your dad is looking out for you, isn’t it?

what makes your dad different to mine? aside from their line of work?

“this isn’t me. gravity is pulling me down.”

rosie, honey. my parents are the exact same.

“this feels forceful.” leans back to deadweight.

leans to sniff his dad . playfully grimaces. “that’s you.”

is he not? having a interest and passion for something doesn’t make you less than normal, babe.

meh meh meh meh. yeah yeah.

he talks about aliens as much as my parents do and trust me, that’s hard to beat.

SIGH. i had one last night.

i don’t want to smell like wet dog. the smell makes me feel sick.

hm, no. i think you want to take on dog bathing too. you love it.

oh come on! it’s sweet.