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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 6:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:00 pm
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  ✺𝓐𝓰𝒆 ℱ𝓸𝓾𝓻✺𝓞𝓻𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷✺ Dris was happy that the grown-ups seemed happy. He still wondered why they were here, but they were nice, so he wouldn't interrogate them... yet. He liked that his hands were all warm, smushed up like a sandwich. Man, now he wanted a snack. It wasn't lunch time, though, so he'd have to wait... unless Wyatt and Milo had snacks. When the two adults sat down, the boy did the same, plopping on the floor. Milo told him that ten plus ten plus ten was thirty, but that didn't have anything to do with fingers, silly guy! Wyatt said they could count on their toes, and Dris nodded eagerly. When asked if his toes were colorful, he giggled. "No way, silly goose! You gots ta paint with your fingers, not your toesies! That would just be a big mess all over! Don't wanna be a messy Marvin!" He laughed some more, eyes lighting up brightly with his happiness. {Off of Canvas:} |
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 9:50 am
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 XXXXXXXXXXXX
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt laughed, not chuckle, but full on laughed at Driskol's words. He really was an adorable little boy, dimples, paint and all.When Milo spoke up about stinky feet he laughed again seeing in his husbands familiar copper eyes that he had already made up his mind. This was the one he wanted, both of them really. After seeing him and talking with him the American was sure (as horrible as it may sound) that no other orphan child he spoke to that day would steal his heart as quickly as this one had. But adoption was a two-way street, they might be the ones picking but ultimately he believed that the child had the final say. "Driskol, you know why Milo and I are here right? We want to find someone to add to our family. Someone like, a cute four year old boy with paint on his fingers, who's favorite color is yellow, and can count all the way to eleven. Do you think he'd be happy to get adopted by us?" Wyatt asked the little boy nervously. It was after all his decision on whether or not he wanted to be adopted by them no matter how desperately he wanted him to say yes. ↔
Old, but I'm not that old I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told |
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 10:03 am
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✺𝓐𝓰𝒆 ℱ𝓸𝓾𝓻✺𝓞𝓻𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷✺ Dris laughed when Milo said his toes were stinky. That was so silly! "No way! I had a baff last night, so I'm not all stinky!" He smiled happily, then looked over at Wyatt when he started talking. He said they wanted to add to their family, probably in an adoption, since that was how all the other kids got out of here. When he started making a list of things they wanted, Dris counted on his fingers, a look of intense concentration on his face. "That's a big list! I don't even know anyb-" he thought about it a second, then his eyes went wide and a bright smile overtook his face. "Wait! That's me!! You're talking about me! I do know that guy!" He laughed, clapping his hands together. "Yes! I do wanna get da'dopted by you, and you too! Two of yous!" He jumped to his feet and hurried to Wyatt, running into him before doing his best to wrap his short arms around the man's torso in a hug. {Off of Canvas:} |
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 10:08 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 10:32 am
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XXXXXXXXXXXX
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt snorted at the boy's retort that he had a bath the other night and was not at all stinky like Milo implied. Then when he started thinking about who it was he was talking about his little face scrunched up with concentration making him impossibly more adorable as he ticked off his list of things on his tiny stained fingers. When Driskol finally realized it was him he had been talking about he happily accepted their proposal and ran into him to give him a hug surprising him a little. He had assumed that the little boy might be a little skittish when it came to touching adults but considering that their hands had been moshed together not even a minute ago he supposed that it didn't apply to him. Which was a good thing since he didn't have to hide how happy he was that this smart little boy would soon be his and Milo's by hugging him and then his husband into a giant hug. "Well, not so little. You have two older uncles who are going to love you and play with you, a Nan who's going to absolutely adore you, a godfather who will undoubtedly spoil you, and two big dogs who will probably slobber you in kisses." Wyatt recounted with a smile thinking of their friends and family who would no doubt fall head over heels for Driskol just like they had. And he wasn't joking about the godfather part; when he had informed James about the possibility of him and Milo adopting the man had automatically assumed that he would be given the position of godfather which pissed him off because he had been right. He was fully prepared to beat his best friend senseless if he got his son a working broom before he was six or seven years old. Wait...he said his son! He was going to have a son! He was about to be a Dad!↔
Old, but I'm not that old I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 11:22 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 11:30 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:54 pm
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XXXXXXXXXXXX
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt smiled softly down at Driskol (that was going to become a mouthful soon, he wondered if he could shorten it without the little boy becoming indignant) and snorted at the little boy's excitement for his new family. Although he had to wonder what he meant by two whole uncles. "A godfather is another adult that parents choose that also helps to look after the children, you in this instance, when we can't. They're almost like a bigger better uncle or even a third Daddy." he tried to explain to the best of his abilities. He really didn't want to go in depth about christenings, Christianity, and everything in between. He chuckled again when the little became more excited over all the animals that he'd get to play with rather than his actual family. "I'm sure that you can. Angel and Moose love to be played with as do Milo's owls." When Milo mentioned Kalin and his insatiable need to cook. "Yup, your Uncle Kalin also loves to bake and will make all manner of cookies, cakes, and all other sweets your mind could imagine." Wyatt said inwardly rolling his eyes at how excited his brother would be to cook for someone else. ↔
Old, but I'm not that old I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
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