ㅤ ⠀.⠀ ݁⠀⠀،، 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁. he stared at the meteor, a momentary flare of 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ...like all life. nothing really, in the sweep of time. but everything, in the 𝐅͟𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐂͟𝐄͟. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

He— He has a face under there?

. . . . surprise—

||: I want din to show baby his face. I w a n t.

Maybe one day. . .

Picks up his boy. Cuddle time. 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 ࿐

“Where did you even get those cookies?” He asked absentmindedly, before simply shaking his head. “Never mind. As long as your happy.”

||: please

No. . . no! Rushes over to take it away—

R u n s over and grabs it, gently taking it out of his little hands. “Be careful—. Don’t touch things that don’t belong to you. You could get hurt.”

He loves his son.

Sits with a heavy grunt.

Pulls her onto his lap instead.

||: I’ll write with you for free, hoe.

||: please. I’m begging.

||: YES!

. . .Christmas cookies? No one has ever made him cookies before. What is he supposed to do with them.

||: anyone: *does something nice for din* Din: I don’t get it

. . . . Lifts the helmet just enough to take a small bite before lowering it back down. “It’s. . .good. Thank you.”

Immediately scoops up his son.