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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅🐑𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
``. . ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ.
ꜰᴏʀ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ’ ’
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𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝙒𝘿 𝘿𝙉𝙄❕𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!
[ 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 ]
… Stationing one of their trusted fades, hell even letting their own children— Cumulus and Nimbus join the fun.
“… Yeah he’ll tire out after playing with them.” Those two * never tire out.
That should keep the little rascal busy for awhile.
“Gampa… Ch..ist”
Grinning, chest puffed up big. He was good at mimicking words!
Immediately nodding in understanding.
❝ You're Superman's grandkid! Okay, cool. Because the other possibility was that you were the second coming of Christ. And I don't know how I'd feel about that, to be honest. ❞
He’s let go of Rose’s finger so he can clap, excited at ‘Superman’
“Ga.. gampaa!”
“Gampa… Ch..ist”
Grinning, chest puffed up big. He was good at mimicking words!
Eager grabby hands toward the next cloud!
“Up! Upps!”
Up they went, father and soon, zipping through the clouds!
"Good? Which one you want next?"
Eager grabby hands toward the next cloud!
“Up! Upps!”
He’s let go of Rose’s finger so he can clap, excited at ‘Superman’
“Ga.. gampaa!”
❝ . . . ❞
Slowly, his gaze comes back down to the child.
❝ Are you... Superman's kid? Another one?? ❞
The other one’s reaching up at the sky, not /exactly/ pointing, but gesturing!
“Paapa.. up, up!”
Was he up there? Who knows!
He’s let go of Rose’s finger so he can clap, excited at ‘Superman’
“Ga.. gampaa!”
The other one’s reaching up at the sky, not /exactly/ pointing, but gesturing!
“Paapa.. up, up!”
Was he up there? Who knows!
Rose grins, gently poking at the baby's cheeks one by one.
❝ You're so adorable... Where in the world are your parents...? ❞
Small hands pat at the man’s face
The other one’s reaching up at the sky, not /exactly/ pointing, but gesturing!
“Paapa.. up, up!”
Was he up there? Who knows!
Small hands pat at the man’s face
Quickly catches him!
❝ Whew! Okay. Superbaby is a thing now... I guess. ❞
Small hands pat at the man’s face
A quick glance around. Nobody was watching.
"Fine, okay. We can. Ready?"
“Paapa.. papa!”
“Paapa.. papa!”
"Uh-huh, little rascal. Papa's here."
“Paapa..!”
“Paapa.. papa!”
“Paapa..!”
"Gotcha!"
“Paapa..!”