The toddler gunslinger

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

>You’re smiling at him until a cookie is shoved in your mouth. You make a soft of muffled noise, but take it out of your mouth with your free hand.

Yeah, thank you. I guess.

>And then you bite into it for a sort of taste test. And once you know that it’s good, you eat the whole thing. 

Good?

Good.

> You giggle again, happily chewing into the cookies, and curling up against him.

Thank papi!

>You blink. Well apparently you’re his dad now.

..You’re welcome. Just don’t try and reach for the cookies alone anymore, kay?

>Of course, you don’t really mind that. 

Okay!

Sorry?

> You feel like you did something bad. Then again you’re always worried about doing something to upset anyone! Especially him. You didn’t know what you did though.

Nononono, you didn’t do anything bad. You don’t have to say sorry.

>You walk out of the kitchen with him and sit on the sofa, setting him next to you. 

Oh!

Yay!

> You crawl into his lap, both of the cookies in your mouth as you finish them off rather messily. You give him a crumby cheek nuzzle before attempting to squirm yourself into a comfortable position.

>You blink after he nuzzles you, and you wipe the crumbs off your face that he left there. You then wipe the crumbs off his face and position him into a comfy position. Good Leader. Best Dad.

> Now that you’re comfy you happily begin purring, smiling contently as you sit on his lap.

Happy?

>You smile at him and nod slowly.

Yes, I’m happy. Are you?

Course Papi!

> You giggle, happily clapping your hands a bit.

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

>You’re smiling at him until a cookie is shoved in your mouth. You make a soft of muffled noise, but take it out of your mouth with your free hand.

Yeah, thank you. I guess.

>And then you bite into it for a sort of taste test. And once you know that it’s good, you eat the whole thing. 

Good?

Good.

> You giggle again, happily chewing into the cookies, and curling up against him.

Thank papi!

>You blink. Well apparently you’re his dad now.

..You’re welcome. Just don’t try and reach for the cookies alone anymore, kay?

>Of course, you don’t really mind that. 

Okay!

Sorry?

> You feel like you did something bad. Then again you’re always worried about doing something to upset anyone! Especially him. You didn’t know what you did though.

Nononono, you didn’t do anything bad. You don’t have to say sorry.

>You walk out of the kitchen with him and sit on the sofa, setting him next to you. 

Oh!

Yay!

> You crawl into his lap, both of the cookies in your mouth as you finish them off rather messily. You give him a crumby cheek nuzzle before attempting to squirm yourself into a comfortable position.

>You blink after he nuzzles you, and you wipe the crumbs off your face that he left there. You then wipe the crumbs off his face and position him into a comfy position. Good Leader. Best Dad.

> Now that you’re comfy you happily begin purring, smiling contently as you sit on his lap.

Happy?

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

>You’re smiling at him until a cookie is shoved in your mouth. You make a soft of muffled noise, but take it out of your mouth with your free hand.

Yeah, thank you. I guess.

>And then you bite into it for a sort of taste test. And once you know that it’s good, you eat the whole thing. 

Good?

Good.

> You giggle again, happily chewing into the cookies, and curling up against him.

Thank papi!

>You blink. Well apparently you’re his dad now.

..You’re welcome. Just don’t try and reach for the cookies alone anymore, kay?

>Of course, you don’t really mind that. 

Okay!

Sorry?

> You feel like you did something bad. Then again you’re always worried about doing something to upset anyone! Especially him. You didn’t know what you did though.

Nononono, you didn’t do anything bad. You don’t have to say sorry.

>You walk out of the kitchen with him and sit on the sofa, setting him next to you. 

Oh!

Yay!

> You crawl into his lap, both of the cookies in your mouth as you finish them off rather messily. You give him a crumby cheek nuzzle before attempting to squirm yourself into a comfortable position.

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

>You’re smiling at him until a cookie is shoved in your mouth. You make a soft of muffled noise, but take it out of your mouth with your free hand.

Yeah, thank you. I guess.

>And then you bite into it for a sort of taste test. And once you know that it’s good, you eat the whole thing. 

Good?

Good.

> You giggle again, happily chewing into the cookies, and curling up against him.

Thank papi!

>You blink. Well apparently you’re his dad now.

..You’re welcome. Just don’t try and reach for the cookies alone anymore, kay?

>Of course, you don’t really mind that. 

Okay!

Sorry?

> You feel like you did something bad. Then again you’re always worried about doing something to upset anyone! Especially him. You didn’t know what you did though.

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

>You’re smiling at him until a cookie is shoved in your mouth. You make a soft of muffled noise, but take it out of your mouth with your free hand.

Yeah, thank you. I guess.

>And then you bite into it for a sort of taste test. And once you know that it’s good, you eat the whole thing. 

Good?

Good.

> You giggle again, happily chewing into the cookies, and curling up against him.

Thank papi!

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> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

>You chuckle, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, and then you open the cookie jar and take three out. You give them to him and smile. Though you aren’t really sure if you should give him three. You think those are pretty big cookies. Oh well. Can’t take them back now. You hope he doesn’t get high off of sugar.

There you go.

> You grin, giggling happily, soft squeal coming out of your throat as you bite into one of the cookies, happily beginning to eat it. You try to put one of the cookies in his mouth, as a thank you. That and you couldn’t eat all three, you knew that.

Eat!

younggunlover:

> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe…

(( No it’s fine, I lost it also!!))

> You continue crying, clinging on to him as soon as he picked you up.

I fell.

Cookie…can’t get!

> You point towards the Cookie jar, which was unaffected aside from being moved a bit from Quarters claws knocking against it to try and get it earlier.

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PB & chocolate. Oh yeah….

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PB & chocolate. Oh yeah….

Reach for the cookie jar

> You’re honestly trying! But of course even with five big books, and a chair, you still can’t reach it! And instead of grabbing it, you topple over and get hit with a couple of the books, of course causing you to cry.

All you wanted was a cookie, why did this happen?

Maybe you should have used soft things instead of books to stand on.