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ugh i have like fifteen fics open in tabs that i intended to read and at *least* kudos if not review properly, and I have to unload my car and it’s pouring rain, and it’s dark and cold and raining, and there’s no justice in this world, wahh, I have so much laundry to do etcetera.
All I want to do is write about Baby Poe.
Baby snuffled and made one of those great little kinda-grunting noises that babies made, and Sento paused to kiss him on the head. His head smelled perfect, of course, like baby, and Sento told him so. He didn’t have much of a singing voice; people always went on and on about singing to babies, but Sento had found that just talking worked fine. Sometimes he hummed, but it was always kinda tuneless.
[…] Sento had been just going along on faith that Shara knew what she was about, and he was going to keep doing that. Meanwhile, there was a baby here to raise, and that was something he knew how to do.
He was a beautiful baby, was the thing. Sento’s memories of this time with Shara were a little fuzzy by now, but he remembered her being funnier-looking than this, right off the bat. But this baby was pretty cute already, and it wasn’t just his grandpa-glasses making him see it that way– everyone said so. Sento told the child this, again, as he’d told him many times already.
“There’s an art to growing up cute, though,” Sento went on, rounding the corner of the hallway. He knew all the hallways around here now, knew nobody was ever around so it was fine for him to do his slow, shuffling walks while telling the baby all kinds of things. “You’re going to have to learn that art. I was pretty cute as a kid, but your mother, now– she started out funny-looking but she was real damn cute by about four months. When she started smiling at people, that was it, she was real cute from then on, and that’s lasted her whole life, you know? She’s pretty, and you’re gonna be pretty too, and you’re gonna have to figure out what to do about that. But don’t worry, baby child, I’m gonna be here to give you advice, and my advice seems to have worked for your pretty mama, so it’ll work for you too.”
ugh i have like fifteen fics open in tabs that i intended to read and at *least* kudos if not review properly, and I have to unload my car and it’s pouring rain, and it’s dark and cold and raining, and there’s no justice in this world, wahh, I have so much laundry to do etcetera.
All I want to do is write about Baby Poe.
Baby snuffled and made one of those great little kinda-grunting noises that babies made, and Sento paused to kiss him on the head. His head smelled perfect, of course, like baby, and Sento told him so. He didn’t have much of a singing voice; people always went on and on about singing to babies, but Sento had found that just talking worked fine. Sometimes he hummed, but it was always kinda tuneless.
[…] Sento had been just going along on faith that Shara knew what she was about, and he was going to keep doing that. Meanwhile, there was a baby here to raise, and that was something he knew how to do.
He was a beautiful baby, was the thing. Sento’s memories of this time with Shara were a little fuzzy by now, but he remembered her being funnier-looking than this, right off the bat. But this baby was pretty cute already, and it wasn’t just his grandpa-glasses making him see it that way– everyone said so. Sento told the child this, again, as he’d told him many times already.
“There’s an art to growing up cute, though,” Sento went on, rounding the corner of the hallway. He knew all the hallways around here now, knew nobody was ever around so it was fine for him to do his slow, shuffling walks while telling the baby all kinds of things. “You’re going to have to learn that art. I was pretty cute as a kid, but your mother, now– she started out funny-looking but she was real damn cute by about four months. When she started smiling at people, that was it, she was real cute from then on, and that’s lasted her whole life, you know? She’s pretty, and you’re gonna be pretty too, and you’re gonna have to figure out what to do about that. But don’t worry, baby child, I’m gonna be here to give you advice, and my advice seems to have worked for your pretty mama, so it’ll work for you too.”
