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“you know you’re my favourite child.” she hummed as she walked up to him, arm landing around his shoulders as she pulled him into a walk. a few seconds and the scenery had changed to a poorly decorated living room of a small home in a more rural area of new orleans.
freddy’s eyes took on a faint glow as he secured the location, doing as his mother had instructed -- not skipping a step as they entered the living room. “and you’re my favorite mom.” he offered her a smirk. “digging the digs, too.”











