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I somehow missed these???? But for waiting so long you get both!
Charles showed him a few other thingsā the games closet, their case file board, a shelf full of spells books he warned against reading, before standing in the middle of the room with his arms spread wide. "So, what do you think?"
Edwin trailed over the room. He could see where his and Charles's styles met on shelves, the collections and lives they had clearly intertwined together. The old, classic furniture, the detective novels on the shelvesā¦
Even without his memories, it felt more like home than anything else ever had before.
"Iā" He trailed off, looking around. He didn't want to mislead Charles. "I still do not remember any of it," he said, and winced as Charles's shoulders slumped just the tiniest bit, "But I love it. Itā it feels as though I should know it. Almost like a well-liked childhood acquaintance's home."
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"No fair!" one of the new, smaller Eridians said. They tossed two of their arms up, not in the happy, excited way he'd seen Rocky do countless times. No, instead it resembled something close to a developing tantrum.
"What's not fair?" Grace asked as he squatted down to their level.
"Savior Grace give ā©āŖā¬ a name!" they said. "āŖā©āŖā¬ā© want a name."
Grace blinked at the small, irrate form in front of him. "Youā¦ you want me to give you a name?" he asked.
"Yes, yes! Human name! Like Savior Rocky or Doc or McCoy orā"
He waved a hand in the air, trying to cut off the child's ramblings. If he didn't, he would likely be here all day. "Okay, yeah, no, I get you," he said. It was almost like a language class in school where everyone would pick a name from that language to go by.
Except this was for an alien child.
But alien children were still children, and kids loved nicknames.
discoholicmusic
tangentwithtanner
prguitarman
annaxmalina
areudirty
jacobvanloon
kaledo-art
titsay
jbbartram-illu
