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@dirichan
"Ha-lou!! I'm Diriel! I'm 3.5 years old! My favorite color is red! I like kitties and puppies and sweets!!"
[This is an OC blog for the adoptive child of Fenrir]
Under no circumstance will I force anyone to interact with this blog 💚 you are completely free to block, or just ignore me!
Rules:
1. NO SEXUAL OR NSFW CONTENT. Diriel is a toddler.
2. ^ angst is fine though!
3. Please be gentle with me. This is my first OC blog and I'm very nervous. ❤️🩹
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir managed to finish up the curry just in time to hear a knock on the door.]
"Lady Shax, welcome to my home." [He greeted her, taking her coat for her as she came in. She wore a nice blouse with dark pants, her long hair flowing behind her.]
"Honestly, I was surprised when you invited me, Sir Fenrir." [Shakky said as she took in the home. It was modest, still adjusting to the presence of a child, but surprisingly warm and welcome.]
"Ah-! You must be Diriel."
[Diriel observes the interaction and the new person with wonder.]
[The wide eyed child hides behind Fenrir slightly when confronted.] "... Hi." [They shyly say, looking down at the floor.]
[They were a little cautious, and maybe even a little scared at the new presence. Their little hands play the leg of Fenrir's trousers.]
[Fenrir nodded.] "They're a little shy," [he said before turning his attention back to the dinner table.]
"Please, take a seat, Lady Shax. You too Diriel. I'll get the food."
[Diriel climbs onto their chair that had a little booster seat so they could reach the table better.]
[They kick their feet slightly and play with the hem of their shirt, alternating looking between Fenrir and Lady Shax.]
"Are you papa's college? Do you teach him stuff?" [They gather up the courage to ask, not quite grasping the word 'colleague' from earlier.]
"It's 'colleague', you say it like 'co-leauge'." [Shakky said, giving them a kind smile.] "But no. Your papa's like my boss."
"Co-league... Okay." [Diriel nods and looks down.] "I went to work with papa once. That means I'm a colleague too!" [They smile and look back up.]
[Shakky chuckled at the statement as Fenriri put the pot of curry on the table, taking his seat next to Diriel.]
[They all gave thanks for the food and began eating.]
[Diriel tries to eat very cleanly and politely. This slows them down quite a bit, but they really want to seem good in front of the guest (and papa too, of course).]
"mmm! It's so good, papa!"
"It is, isn't it?" [Shakky asked, savoring her portion.]
[Fenrir smiled faintly at their praise.] "It's nothing special."
"It is special! Everything papa makes is special!!" [Diriel angles their body to face him slightly and they smile brightly and honestly.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir managed to finish up the curry just in time to hear a knock on the door.]
"Lady Shax, welcome to my home." [He greeted her, taking her coat for her as she came in. She wore a nice blouse with dark pants, her long hair flowing behind her.]
"Honestly, I was surprised when you invited me, Sir Fenrir." [Shakky said as she took in the home. It was modest, still adjusting to the presence of a child, but surprisingly warm and welcome.]
"Ah-! You must be Diriel."
[Diriel observes the interaction and the new person with wonder.]
[The wide eyed child hides behind Fenrir slightly when confronted.] "... Hi." [They shyly say, looking down at the floor.]
[They were a little cautious, and maybe even a little scared at the new presence. Their little hands play the leg of Fenrir's trousers.]
[Fenrir nodded.] "They're a little shy," [he said before turning his attention back to the dinner table.]
"Please, take a seat, Lady Shax. You too Diriel. I'll get the food."
[Diriel climbs onto their chair that had a little booster seat so they could reach the table better.]
[They kick their feet slightly and play with the hem of their shirt, alternating looking between Fenrir and Lady Shax.]
"Are you papa's college? Do you teach him stuff?" [They gather up the courage to ask, not quite grasping the word 'colleague' from earlier.]
"It's 'colleague', you say it like 'co-leauge'." [Shakky said, giving them a kind smile.] "But no. Your papa's like my boss."
"Co-league... Okay." [Diriel nods and looks down.] "I went to work with papa once. That means I'm a colleague too!" [They smile and look back up.]
[Shakky chuckled at the statement as Fenriri put the pot of curry on the table, taking his seat next to Diriel.]
[They all gave thanks for the food and began eating.]
[Diriel tries to eat very cleanly and politely. This slows them down quite a bit, but they really want to seem good in front of the guest (and papa too, of course).]
"mmm! It's so good, papa!"
Hiii Diri-chan!!
You're soo cuuuteee!!!
"Hii!! Thank you!! Heheheheehhehe!"
The grub has appeared once again! And it's wiggling, so cute!
[A sudden paper appears infront of you, its a guide on "How to Take Care of Beetles (from birth) and materials alongside mixed soil, a container, and a free grub plush]
"Aww! Wow!" [Diriel takes the paper and pretends to read it (pretends, because they can't actually read).] "Hmm... Yes... Interesting..."
[They set the paper aside and go for the plushie next. They hug the grub plush and pet it gently.]
[Diriel keeps the plush on their lap while trying to open the container, but appear too weak to do it on their own.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir managed to finish up the curry just in time to hear a knock on the door.]
"Lady Shax, welcome to my home." [He greeted her, taking her coat for her as she came in. She wore a nice blouse with dark pants, her long hair flowing behind her.]
"Honestly, I was surprised when you invited me, Sir Fenrir." [Shakky said as she took in the home. It was modest, still adjusting to the presence of a child, but surprisingly warm and welcome.]
"Ah-! You must be Diriel."
[Diriel observes the interaction and the new person with wonder.]
[The wide eyed child hides behind Fenrir slightly when confronted.] "... Hi." [They shyly say, looking down at the floor.]
[They were a little cautious, and maybe even a little scared at the new presence. Their little hands play the leg of Fenrir's trousers.]
[Fenrir nodded.] "They're a little shy," [he said before turning his attention back to the dinner table.]
"Please, take a seat, Lady Shax. You too Diriel. I'll get the food."
[Diriel climbs onto their chair that had a little booster seat so they could reach the table better.]
[They kick their feet slightly and play with the hem of their shirt, alternating looking between Fenrir and Lady Shax.]
"Are you papa's college? Do you teach him stuff?" [They gather up the courage to ask, not quite grasping the word 'colleague' from earlier.]
"It's 'colleague', you say it like 'co-leauge'." [Shakky said, giving them a kind smile.] "But no. Your papa's like my boss."
"Co-league... Okay." [Diriel nods and looks down.] "I went to work with papa once. That means I'm a colleague too!" [They smile and look back up.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir managed to finish up the curry just in time to hear a knock on the door.]
"Lady Shax, welcome to my home." [He greeted her, taking her coat for her as she came in. She wore a nice blouse with dark pants, her long hair flowing behind her.]
"Honestly, I was surprised when you invited me, Sir Fenrir." [Shakky said as she took in the home. It was modest, still adjusting to the presence of a child, but surprisingly warm and welcome.]
"Ah-! You must be Diriel."
[Diriel observes the interaction and the new person with wonder.]
[The wide eyed child hides behind Fenrir slightly when confronted.] "... Hi." [They shyly say, looking down at the floor.]
[They were a little cautious, and maybe even a little scared at the new presence. Their little hands play the leg of Fenrir's trousers.]
[Fenrir nodded.] "They're a little shy," [he said before turning his attention back to the dinner table.]
"Please, take a seat, Lady Shax. You too Diriel. I'll get the food."
[Diriel climbs onto their chair that had a little booster seat so they could reach the table better.]
[They kick their feet slightly and play with the hem of their shirt, alternating looking between Fenrir and Lady Shax.]
"Are you papa's college? Do you teach him stuff?" [They gather up the courage to ask, not quite grasping the word 'colleague' from earlier.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir managed to finish up the curry just in time to hear a knock on the door.]
"Lady Shax, welcome to my home." [He greeted her, taking her coat for her as she came in. She wore a nice blouse with dark pants, her long hair flowing behind her.]
"Honestly, I was surprised when you invited me, Sir Fenrir." [Shakky said as she took in the home. It was modest, still adjusting to the presence of a child, but surprisingly warm and welcome.]
"Ah-! You must be Diriel."
[Diriel observes the interaction and the new person with wonder.]
[The wide eyed child hides behind Fenrir slightly when confronted.] "... Hi." [They shyly say, looking down at the floor.]
[They were a little cautious, and maybe even a little scared at the new presence. Their little hands play the leg of Fenrir's trousers.]
a little grub goes up to you, standing on it's butt
Oh dear diri-chan! Pls ask your.. uncle(?) Narnia to wear a dress, for you!
The little grub dances on its butt before eventually falling onto it's back
"Ahahaha! Cute bug!!" [Diriel claps and laughs, too distracted to pay attention to the fact that it talked.] "Again, again! Dance!"
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
"Ah, sorry kiddo. I gotta hurry since Papa's colleague is coming over soon for dinner." [Fenrir says, pausing putting on his apron to pat Diriel's shoulder.]
"College? Okay..."
"Then, I'll clean up my toys!" [They, very maturely, exclaim and get to work.]
[They peeked their head into the kitchen every couple of minutes in curiousity and hunger, so they probably weren't doing a very good job at it... It's the thought that counts?]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
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[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir nods. He freezes however, when his eyes wander to the clock. He needs get started on dinner-!]
"I have to start dinner now, so let's pause here, okay?" [He asks, already getting up.]
"Awh..." [They look down for a moment, but perk back up quickly.] "I want to help! Can I?" [They stand up as well]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
"Careful," [Fenrir warns, shielding his 'soliders'] "I won't let me soliders die so easily." [He said, eyes shimmering playfully]
[Diriel grins, happy papa is taking their game seriously.] "Yay! Good!"
[As the play goes on, Diriel lets many of his men fall until they only have a few left. They eye every one of them and then the ones on the opposing side.]
"Hmm..." [They sigh a little, brows furrowing.] "I don't want to lose... But the good guys should win.." [Diriel ponders outloud, conflicted.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Diriel pulled him to play.] "I don't know, why don't you choose?"
[Diriel maneuvers over all the obstacles again and sits down on the floor.] "Let's continue my game."
"These are the good guys, and these are the bad guys." [They explain.] "They're at war! Papa can play the good soldiers!" [They smile and push all the "good" figures towards him.]
"And sometimes, the Demon King sends pillows from the sky! Like this!" [Diriel grabs a nearby cushion (stolen from the couch) and throws it on a group of little soldiers.]
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Diriel," [He says with a smile, pulling down his shirt before turning to the door.] "Not right now, I'm not. Did you want to play?"
"Yaya! Let's play!" [They run over and reach to grab his hand to lead him to the living room.] "What do you want to play, papa?"
[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]
[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]
[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]
[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]
[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]
@dirichan
[Diriel plays with their figures, oblivious as to what would happen later. They had momentarily forgotten all about Fenrir's work, as they were too occupied with finding a way to play in a manner that would make as much of a mess of the room as possible.]
[Soon enough, their head starts asking them to go find a playmate however, so they stand up with the help of the coffee table and carefully step over the toys and couch cushions thrown about.]
[They toddle over to the room where Fenrir was.]
"Papa?" [Diriel peeks into the room. They notice the change in his clothes, which they hope is a sign that he would be free to entertain them for a little.] "Are you still busy?"
"Papa, can I watch cat videos on your phone? Please!!"
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...fine.
[Finds cat videos and gives it to Diriel.]
"But only cat videos, okay? I may still need that for work."
"OK!! I'll give it back if someone calls!" [They promise with confidence]
[Though... It only takes about 15 minutes for the phone to go off. It goes quiet after a few seconds.]
"Hi!!" [Diriel greets whoever is on the other end]
"Ah, Fenrir-" [The person on the other side stops. You can hear their confusion through the phone before they speak again.]
"Who is this? Why do you have Mister Fenrir's phone?"
"I'm Diriel. You can say your thing to me, and I can say your thing to papa." [They try to sound professional.]
"Uh...huh" [The person hesitated.] "I need to talk to your papa about a work case." [They explained.] "Tell him it's from Narnia."
"Is it something super secret? I won't tell anyone, Nani-san... Please! I want to know too!" [They speak in a hushed tone]
[Narnia shakes his head on the other side of the phone.] "It doesn't concern you, Diriel. Just go and tell your father."
"You're so lame!" [Diriel groans. It can be heard that they got up and started walking.]
"PAPA!! Someone's calling!"
[Fenrir got up from his seat and took the phone.]
"Yes? Ah. Narnia." [He turned his back to Diriel and began talking. There were a lot of adult words like "Tracking Division", "First-priority case" and "Potentially Long-term"!]
"Yes. I got it. Goodbye." [Fenrir wrote some thing down before turning back to Diriel.]
[Diriel listens with much interest, but little understanding. They also peek over to watch Fenrir write.]
"What did he say?" [They ask, looking up curiously and tilting their head.]
[Fenrir looked down at Diriel almost nervously.]
"I..." [he crouched down.] "I have a case I need to help with. I can't tell you everything, but chances are...I'll be gone for a few days."
[They immediately frown and reach out to him with their hands.]
"W... What? Will I come? With you?" [Diriel desperately asks, hoping with all their tiny heart that he wouldn't leave them alone.]
[Their eyes water even before they get a response.]
[Fenrir puts his hands on Diriel's shoulders and speaks calmly. Or, tries to.]
"Narnia will talk to the Chief. And I will too, but won't leave you. Not without a fight." [His heart aches at Diriel's tears. Without thinking, he reaches up and carefully (tries to) wipe them away.]
"You have to fight really hard." [They lean into his hands and lightly rub their face against them when they come close to their face.]
"When do you go?" [They bring their little hands up to fidget with Fenrir's sleeves.]
"They plan to leave the day after tomorrow. " [He said.] "I'll talk to Lieutenant Barbatos in that time. See if they'll let me abstain. (In the worst case, I'll have to find someone to watch over you) Skip the mission." [He added to explain at the end.]
"Okay..." [Diriel takes a brave, deep breath, glancing downwards.] "If they don't let you a-bs-ta-in, you have to wake me up before you go. If I'm still sleeping. Got it, papa?" [They look back up.]
"And... Who will watch me if they don't let you skip? Do I know them yet?"
[Fenrir nodded, surprised at Diriel's quick acceptance of the situation.]
"I don't know yet," [He admits reluctantly.] "But they will take good care of you. I promise." (I'll make sure of it.)
"I hope so.. uppies?" [They hopefully request, stepping closer.]
"I'm so sad. I'll miss you." [They sigh, like it had already been decided that Fenrir would have to go.] "You have to be really careful."
[Fenrir picked them up (the correct way) and held Diriel close, feeling their tiny hands grip his shirt.] "Nothing's decided yet, but I'll miss you too, Diriel."
[He feels a sense of confusion when his eyes begin to get misty. Not even sure he can remember the last time he cried. Was it during the tear-gass training, or was it before that?]
"I'll be careful." [He promises them.]
"I'll come back." [He promises himself.]
[They press their face against Fenrir's neck to be closer to the comforting scent of him that always signaled safety and comfort. Both Diriel's arms and legs wrap around him and it seems like they don't intend to let go anytime soon.]
"I'll be good." [They pull back a bit to look at him and stare at his eyes for a moment. They then clumsily bring one hand up and they wipe Fenrir's eyes with their sleeve.] "Papa... Don't cry.. You have to be brave. So that I can be brave."
[Fenrir freezes as Diriel wipes his eyes. The sleeve gets in his eye for a moment, but he keeps it together.]
[He nods.] "Okay. ...Papa will be brave." [He hugs them again, placing a hand on the back of their head.]
"Good. You have to play with me all day today! And tomorrow!" [They nuzzle their cheek against Fenrir's.]
"And if you go, you have to hug me really tight before leaving."
"I still have to work," [He reminds Diriel, remembering the point in his anonymous ask, about setting boundaries] "but afterwards maybe?"
[Diriel pouts in dissatisfaction.] "Can you at least hold me while you work?" [They haggle.]
[Fenrir thinks about it.] "I'll need both my hands, but if you're still you can try and sit on my shoulders wjile I work?"
"okay! Up, up!" [Diriel smiles brightly.] "Hehe! I get to be super tall!"
"Papa, can I watch cat videos on your phone? Please!!"
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...fine.
[Finds cat videos and gives it to Diriel.]
"But only cat videos, okay? I may still need that for work."
"OK!! I'll give it back if someone calls!" [They promise with confidence]
[Though... It only takes about 15 minutes for the phone to go off. It goes quiet after a few seconds.]
"Hi!!" [Diriel greets whoever is on the other end]
"Ah, Fenrir-" [The person on the other side stops. You can hear their confusion through the phone before they speak again.]
"Who is this? Why do you have Mister Fenrir's phone?"
"I'm Diriel. You can say your thing to me, and I can say your thing to papa." [They try to sound professional.]
"Uh...huh" [The person hesitated.] "I need to talk to your papa about a work case." [They explained.] "Tell him it's from Narnia."
"Is it something super secret? I won't tell anyone, Nani-san... Please! I want to know too!" [They speak in a hushed tone]
[Narnia shakes his head on the other side of the phone.] "It doesn't concern you, Diriel. Just go and tell your father."
"You're so lame!" [Diriel groans. It can be heard that they got up and started walking.]
"PAPA!! Someone's calling!"
[Fenrir got up from his seat and took the phone.]
"Yes? Ah. Narnia." [He turned his back to Diriel and began talking. There were a lot of adult words like "Tracking Division", "First-priority case" and "Potentially Long-term"!]
"Yes. I got it. Goodbye." [Fenrir wrote some thing down before turning back to Diriel.]
[Diriel listens with much interest, but little understanding. They also peek over to watch Fenrir write.]
"What did he say?" [They ask, looking up curiously and tilting their head.]
[Fenrir looked down at Diriel almost nervously.]
"I..." [he crouched down.] "I have a case I need to help with. I can't tell you everything, but chances are...I'll be gone for a few days."
[They immediately frown and reach out to him with their hands.]
"W... What? Will I come? With you?" [Diriel desperately asks, hoping with all their tiny heart that he wouldn't leave them alone.]
[Their eyes water even before they get a response.]
[Fenrir puts his hands on Diriel's shoulders and speaks calmly. Or, tries to.]
"Narnia will talk to the Chief. And I will too, but won't leave you. Not without a fight." [His heart aches at Diriel's tears. Without thinking, he reaches up and carefully (tries to) wipe them away.]
"You have to fight really hard." [They lean into his hands and lightly rub their face against them when they come close to their face.]
"When do you go?" [They bring their little hands up to fidget with Fenrir's sleeves.]
"They plan to leave the day after tomorrow. " [He said.] "I'll talk to Lieutenant Barbatos in that time. See if they'll let me abstain. (In the worst case, I'll have to find someone to watch over you) Skip the mission." [He added to explain at the end.]
"Okay..." [Diriel takes a brave, deep breath, glancing downwards.] "If they don't let you a-bs-ta-in, you have to wake me up before you go. If I'm still sleeping. Got it, papa?" [They look back up.]
"And... Who will watch me if they don't let you skip? Do I know them yet?"
[Fenrir nodded, surprised at Diriel's quick acceptance of the situation.]
"I don't know yet," [He admits reluctantly.] "But they will take good care of you. I promise." (I'll make sure of it.)
"I hope so.. uppies?" [They hopefully request, stepping closer.]
"I'm so sad. I'll miss you." [They sigh, like it had already been decided that Fenrir would have to go.] "You have to be really careful."
[Fenrir picked them up (the correct way) and held Diriel close, feeling their tiny hands grip his shirt.] "Nothing's decided yet, but I'll miss you too, Diriel."
[He feels a sense of confusion when his eyes begin to get misty. Not even sure he can remember the last time he cried. Was it during the tear-gass training, or was it before that?]
"I'll be careful." [He promises them.]
"I'll come back." [He promises himself.]
[They press their face against Fenrir's neck to be closer to the comforting scent of him that always signaled safety and comfort. Both Diriel's arms and legs wrap around him and it seems like they don't intend to let go anytime soon.]
"I'll be good." [They pull back a bit to look at him and stare at his eyes for a moment. They then clumsily bring one hand up and they wipe Fenrir's eyes with their sleeve.] "Papa... Don't cry.. You have to be brave. So that I can be brave."
[Fenrir freezes as Diriel wipes his eyes. The sleeve gets in his eye for a moment, but he keeps it together.]
[He nods.] "Okay. ...Papa will be brave." [He hugs them again, placing a hand on the back of their head.]
"Good. You have to play with me all day today! And tomorrow!" [They nuzzle their cheek against Fenrir's.]
"And if you go, you have to hug me really tight before leaving."
"I still have to work," [He reminds Diriel, remembering the point in his anonymous ask, about setting boundaries] "but afterwards maybe?"
[Diriel pouts in dissatisfaction.] "Can you at least hold me while you work?" [They haggle.]
