22. itty bitty christmas

[orderfromchaos]

[Day one, text + voice]

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Hello? Someone took my parents. And my house.


[Day two, spam]

[Did six-year-old Dillon find tiny old roller skates in the back of his closet? Yes he did. He is now about to crash into you, probably.]


[Day three, video]

[A tiny redhead is absolutely swimming in a vaguely blasphemous christmas sweater. He's in the chapel, and he sings Away in a Manger in a clear, lovely soprano. He bites his lip for a moment afterward.]

Are we going to have a tree? Will someone else come light candles? I'm not supposed to play with fire.


[Day three, spam]

[Find Dillon with excessive candy canes hooked into the collar of his oversized sweater, trailing tinsel, attempting to stack a chair on top of a ladder so that he can hang up mistletoe and wreaths almost as big as he is.]


[OOC: replies will come from inateacup]

Comments

day 2

[inateacup]

[He squirms a little.]

I was! The halls are skinny is all.

[thelastbullet]

[He doesn't let go of him quite yet, mostly so he has the chance to ascertain whether this one was doing okay.]

That means you should be more careful, not that you can just crash into grown-ups.

[inateacup]

I'm sorry.

[Slightly abashed, but also slightly suspicious look.]

Are you gonna let me go now?

[thelastbullet]

[He lets him go after giving him a firm, paternal pat on the shoulder]

Alright, hold your horses.

[inateacup]

Do you need help with anything?

[He's asking, like, just in case. There aren't supposed to be a lot of grownups in Narnia but sometimes they do. Prince Caspian had generals and stuff.]

[thelastbullet]

I need you to take good care of yourself, and come to an adult if you're gettin' in trouble.

[inateacup]

Are you a cop too? Or a faun? A space faun?

[thelastbullet]

Not really, and definitely not. [Shit, quick, what was the last occupation he had that he can tell a kid about--] Used to be a soldier. That good enough for you?