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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2019 8:54 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Jasper
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Superhero Antics
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This is great
Cooper practically exploded with worry while his question hung in the air, but fortunately, Jasper quickly resolved the worry. He seemed excited to be adopted, and even said he wanted to help with the adult stuff. "Oh, don't worry about all that stuff. It's going to be super boring paperwork... but I'll get it all done. All you need to do is make sure you've got your stuff packed up and all your seeyalaters said, then we'll go get lunch and I'll take you to your new house? Sound good?" He offered a smile, though his nervousness still hung in the air. He didn't have a room perfectly ready yet, but he figured it'd make it more special if Jasper helped decide what he wanted. And, it'd be way more fun to decorate for a kid if the kid could help. Or at least... he thought so.
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ, sᴏ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴀɴɢʀʏ, sᴏ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ, sᴏ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ꜰɪʟᴛʜʏ, sᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ, sᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ, sᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟ, sᴏ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Jᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ! Lᴇᴛ's sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴏᴛ!
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:29 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Jasper
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Superhero Antics
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This is great
Cooper watched the redhead run off, and while he did that, the man stood and went to start working on paperwork. He'd already been vetted and inspected, passed the background checks and all... so now he just had to sign. This was it. He was about to be a dad. Not exactly in the way he'd always thought, but it was better. He didn't think he'd be very good with a baby and he knew Jasper's fiery spirit matched his own wild side. He could care for the eight year old easily, since he knew all sorts of ways to play and help them... so this was the right decision. He signed his name just as Jasper came back, making it all official. He scooped up his new son and hugged him tight. "Ready to go, kiddo?" He grinned, not trying to hide the gleeful twinkle in his eyes.
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ, sᴏ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴀɴɢʀʏ, sᴏ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ, sᴏ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ꜰɪʟᴛʜʏ, sᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ, sᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ, sᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟ, sᴏ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Jᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ! Lᴇᴛ's sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴏᴛ!
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 7:30 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Aᴄᴏɴɪᴛᴇ Pᴀᴄᴋ
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Kenny entered the orphanage, absently rubbing the palms of his hands against his pants in an effort to keep them dry. Sure, he guessed that he shouldn't be nervous at all, and his and Jojo's last adoptions hadn't gone horribly wrong, but they had adopted older children last time, This time it was a younger boy they were adopting. He glanced toward Jojo, reaching out and giving her hand a subtle squeeze before letting it go. If he was nervous, he didn't want to think about how Jojo must be feeling. Though, she seemed to be happy about the idea of a kid actually calling her Mum, so he figured it couldn't all be bad.
To be honest, he hadn't thought much about adopting again save that Jer had mentioned a kid that David had bit on a full moon. After hearing about that and Jer's concern that the kid wouldn't fit in with a regular family, Kenny could understand why Jer was apprehensive about such a kid falling through the cracks and becoming unadoptable. Considering that he and Jer had nearly been that when they were kids, it made Kenny all that more determined to make sure that didn't happen. Hopefully Kenny didn't become the go-to person for any orphans that became werewolves. That'd be awkward.
He gave Jojo a smile and took a deep breath. "Well, ready to become parents again?" He vaguely wondered where Reggie, the kid they were adopting, could be found. Probably the play room, but Kenny wasn't going to guess like that. Any of the kids in the orphanage could be found anywhere. Though, Steffi had said that Reggie wouldn't go far today so they could pick him up. Hopefully that meant they just needed to sign the last of the paperwork and take him home and Reggie wasn't too upset at the adoption being a surprise.
════════════════════════Location: Wool's
Thinking: Here we go again...
OOC: -❤-[x][x]    
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 8:34 pm
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  ✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ вєєи ωαιтιи' αт тнєѕє ¢яσѕѕяσα∂ѕ fσяєνєя αи∂ α ∂αу
σи α gυу тσ вυу му ѕσυℓ, ι ѕρєи∂ αℓℓ иιgнт αи∂ ∂αу
нσω мυ¢н нαя∂єя ¢αи ι ρℓαу؟
уσυ киσω ι gανє му ℓιfє тσ яσ¢к и' яσℓℓ, нєяє ωє gσ═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceJojo found herself wishing that Kenny hadn't let go of her hand quite yet. She was excited, of course, but the excitement was slowly but surely giving way to nerves. She hadn't been this nervous about Lil and Abby, not really. Lil had been older, old enough to sort of smooth the way for her younger sister. She might not have been particularly keen on being adopted, particularly not by such a young couple, but the help she'd been while the pair of them tried to figure out how the hell to look after the two girls had more than made up for the bad attitude. Most of the time, anyway. And Lil was around still, and would help with Reggie (she's already been consulted, and was more than willing, even if she was a little wigged by the kid being a werewolf). But, adopting such a young child was still well outside Jojo's comfort zone.
spaceStill, she wasn't about to say no. They were doing this for a reason. It wasn't like being a werewolf guaranteed that he'd never be adopted, but it certainly slimmed the odds. Odds being slim enough already, she wasn't about to say no. As soon as Kenny had explained the situation, she'd been all in. But, being all in didn't prevent her from worrying about the myriad of ways she could screw this up. She couldn't let herself dwell on that too much, though. She tried for a smirk, the expression almost reaching her eyes. "Is it really 'again'?" she joked. "Parents, I mean. Considering Lil and Abby are still pretty adamant about us not being their parents and all." They were, of course, family, far past the time when the girls had rejected the very notion and kept to themselves as much as possible. But she was still pretty sure that calling them their parents was something of a stretch. Guardians was, apparently, the preferred term.
spaceShe found herself wondering if they would accept Reggie as a brother, then. Both girls had agreed to the adoption, and neither seemed upset about it in the least. There had been a few jokes about empty nest syndrome from Lil, to which Jojo was quick to point out the nest was hardly empty, seeing as Abby was only fourteen and she was still living with them. Maybe having a child would bring them closer together, then. She glanced around, suddenly feeling a bit wistful at the notion. "I just hope everyone gets along," she mused. Lil could be... abrasive. Abby was better, but she still sometimes followed her older sister's example. Not as much as when they were younger (the separation had been a little good for them, truth be told), but on occasion it still happened. That was probably natural for siblings, not that she'd know from personal experience. It seemed true based on Kenny and his family, though.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ѕαι∂ 'ι ωαииα яαιѕє тнє ∂єα∂, fιи∂ α иσтє тнαт ι ¢αи ѕняє∂
σи му ωαℓℓѕ ι ѕ¢яαωℓ му gσ∂ѕ
∂σи'т ¢αяє ωнαт нαρρєиѕ ωнєи ι ∂ιє
αѕ ℓσиg αѕ ι'м αℓινє αℓℓ ι ωαииα ∂σ ιѕ яσ¢к, яσ¢к, яσ¢к!'═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Wool's - Entryway
wнen - Fall 2045
wιтн - Kenny
- ooc -
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 9:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 9:28 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Aeron and Maxwell
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Adoption
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? He's precious
Nora walked into Wool's, this time with her husband by her side. It was finally time to officially sign for Max's adoption and bring him home. It was excellent news, because they'd truly come to fall in love with the dear boy. Aeron adjusted his spectacles and grinned over at his wife, knowing she'd been very happy about this date. He had to admit he was excited to finally have a son. He would've tried years ago, but with Nora's complications in having their darling Nani, they'd agreed not to risk another pregnancy.
Nora gently squeezed her husband's hand when she noticed Max in the crowd. This was it! "Ah, Aeron, darling, there he is! Oh, my heart is so happy." She clicked her tongue softly, then stepped over to the boy in mention. Handing him a bright yellow chrysanthemum, she grinned. "Max, fy blodyn gwerthfawr, it is good to see you. Are you all ready for today?" Aeron stepped over and ruffled Max's hair, sending over a fatherly grin. He was glad they were giving this child a second chance for sure. He truly deserved a loving family.
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ Cᴏɴᴇʏ Isʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʟꜰ
Bʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɪɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴇʀʀɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ, sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀꜰ
Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ's Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪsʜ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘsᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪʟʟs
Wᴀɴᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ
Mʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Hᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɢs
As ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs, "Gᴏᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ꜰʟᴀɢs"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2019 11:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 8:09 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Aeron and Maxwell
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Adoption
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? He's precious
Nora grinned at Max, kneeling down to gently straighten the hair that Aeron had ruffled. He said he was all set to go, and his small suitcase was evidence to that. Max asked about paperwork, and Nora nodded, turning to look up at her husband. "Fy nghariad, would you like to get us started on that? Because Max has a good point, they'll need us to sign so we can take our little lamb home." She rested a hand calmly on Max's shoulder, the woman expressing happiness in the way only she could. "Of course, darling. Let me get started on the boring stuff." He sent a grin toward the other two before he wandered off to begin the arduous paperwork process.
Nora moved her hand to gently brush Max's cheek. "Annwyl, please, don't worry about calling us Mister and Missus. You can call us by our first names, or if you feel comfortable, by mum and da. Don't feel pressured into using those titles, if you do not wish to. But you can call us Aeron and Nora for sure." She placed a gentle kiss atop the boy's head before standing. "Is there anything you need to do, Max? Before we go to sign the last of your papers? Any friends you want to say goodbye to or last minute things to collect?" He said he was ready to go, but she wanted to make sure before taking him along and away. One more gentle brush of his hair and the woman stood, smiling lovingly at the boy she could now call son.
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ Cᴏɴᴇʏ Isʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʟꜰ
Bʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɪɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴇʀʀɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ, sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀꜰ
Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ's Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪsʜ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘsᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪʟʟs
Wᴀɴᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ
Mʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Hᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɢs
As ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs, "Gᴏᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ꜰʟᴀɢs"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 10:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 11:18 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Aeron and Maxwell
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Adoption
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Let's go home
Nora watched as Max deliberated over names. After a minute, he declared them mum and da, which made the woman smile. He said it sounded more permanent, which she figured was true. The woman sank down a bit, drawing Max into her arms for a big hug. She then asked about his goodbyes, but apparently he'd gotten that all taken care of. Good boy being so prepared. Then he told her they ought to go help with paperwork, which made her chuckle. "You're right, we don't want to leave da alone too long with the papers. Let's go give him a hand." She stood, offering a hand out to Max, before walking over to her husband, who was signing a few forms. "Fy nghariad, how is it coming along?"
Aeron jumped a bit when his wife suddenly spoke up, but sent her a loving grin. "Almost done, dear. Just need to sign.... here, then you sign here, here, here, and... oh, here too." He pointed out all the spots she'd need to sign, then handed over the pen. Again, he rumpled Max's hair a bit, grinning toward him. "You excited, kiddo? We've got you a room all made up at our little house." He was prepared to bring Max home, even more so to have a son. Once Nora had finished the paperwork, she took Max's hand. "It's time, annwyl. Let's go home." She led the way to their little car, opening the door for Max while Aeron loaded his suitcase in the boot.
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Mᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ Cᴏɴᴇʏ Isʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀʏ ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʟꜰ
Bʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɪɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴇʀʀɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ, sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀꜰ
Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ's Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪsʜ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘsᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪʟʟs
Wᴀɴᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ
Mʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ Cʜʀɪsᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʟɪᴋᴇ
Hᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɢs
As ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs, "Gᴏᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ꜰʟᴀɢs"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2019 3:16 pm
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xx➺ Ɯнєяє Aм I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx➺ Ɯнσ ιѕ Ɯιтн Mє? Wyatt and Quinn
xxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ Ɠσιηg Oη? Preparing to Adopt
xxxxx➺ Ɯнαт'ѕ ιη Mу Hєαɗ? These kids all deserve a good home
Milo was excited. He and Wyatt had been talking about adopting a third child since Laili went to school, but now she was about to graduate, they'd set their conversations into motion. With help from Dris and Laili, they settled on returning to Wool's to pick a child that needed them just as much as they wanted. They'd gotten permission from Dris to set up his old bedroom in preparation for the newest Abrams.... whoever that would be. For now, the brunette looked over at his husband, offering a reassuring smile toward him. "This'll be great, you'll see. We'll meet the perfect little one and we'll fall madly in love.... just like I did with you."
He nudged Wyatt, lovingly kissing his cheek. "Alright, let's do this. Let's go meet the next Abrams baby." He grinned, this time a bit more nervously. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door to Wool's and stepped in. The place looked just as homely as normal, making Milo feel comfortable as he walked further in. He looked around the living room at a few kids playing wildly. Hmm... maybe? He peeked into the next room, which was far less occupied, with only one boy who was concentrating rather hard on a set of lego, building what looked like a castle? He had a book beside him as well, perhaps reference material...?
Something about him intrigued Milo, the man pausing to watch as he carefully selected a few pieces and put them in place. It was just after he finished that the boy looked up, studying Milo with a confused look. "I'm... just buildin' a castle." His voice was even, though the look in his eyes suggested he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. In hopes of developing conversation, Milo glanced at Wyatt, then stepped closer. "I see. It's very nice." He grinned when the boy donned a small, satisfied smile. "My name's Milo, and this is Wyatt.... what's your name?"
Quinn watched the brown-haired guys, worried they might be with the school or perhaps the same Ministry people that brought him here. But... given that one of them had a shirt with owls on it on... he figured they were just people looking to adopt. He heard their names, Milo and Wyatt... but he wasn't sure if he should offer his. He placed another piece on his castle, then studied them both. They looked nice enough, at least. "It's Quinn.... or sometimes just... Q."
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Oᴏʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴅ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ, I'ᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
Lʏɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇɴ I ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ Gᴏᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Fᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ |
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