Crown of Horns

Teddy Roulette || Half-Fae || Musician Maybe the puzzle was never meant to be solved, pieces all scattered and jagged in a box together instead. It's not perfect, but maybe it's still good.

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Have you seen TEDDY UPSHAL around Faerune? They’re a VAMPIRE/FAE who IS NEUTRAL ABOUT restoring the Seelie Court. People have heard they’re FRIENDLY, GENTLE, COMPASSIONATE but can also be NAIVE, SENSITIVE, CLINGY. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a LIBRARY ASSISTANT. 

Name: Theodore Kerrigan Upshal Aliases: Teddy, Little Bear, TK, Teeks, Teddy Bear  Age: 20 Affiliations: n/a  Occupation: Library Assistant  Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man, He/him Sexuality: Gay. The closet’s glass but he’s deep in there. Species: Satyr/Vampire Hybrid Quirks: Nose pierced, ears gauged and slightly pointed, a ring of bright green around his left iris. Two small, pointed horns in his hair, filed down and goatlike. Fangs, shorter than proper vampire teeth but still prominent. 

BIOGRAPHY

TW: child abandonment

Teddy’s never had a cruel word for anyone. Raised in a group home with around 30 other children, Theodore Upshal was given very few things in relation to his parents and lineage. He knew his mother’s name, Yvette, and nothing more. No photos, no letters, just a name, and a little leaf shaped pin attached to the overalls he’d arrived on the step of the group home in. No older than 3 upon his arrival, Teddy was among the youngest of the children who lived there, and because of his unique features, easily one of the most mistreated. A pair of small horns set at the crown of his head, and as his teeth came in, so did a set of sharp upper canines- often destroying toys he decided to try and teethe on. Regarded as unfortunate deformities on an otherwise very healthy child, Teddy was treated as most of the other children were  by the caretakers, caring, but distant. He filled his hours away from the other children with cartoons and daydreaming, about a family of his own, a mom and dad who loved him, and wouldn’t try to pry him off when he was scared of a loud noise or sudden movement.

Categorically a coward, Teddy was often encouraged to do things that were dangerous and far out of his comfort zone by the older kids, so they could inevitably laugh at him when he was injured. However, Teddy appeared to be made of tougher stuff, a fall from a tree in the backyard ending in only a scuffed knee and tears, rather than a broken bone he certainly should have received from that height. This really only made the mistreatment worse, pushing, punching, hair pulling, all to try and get him worked up, even well into his teens, it was a common sight to see the other boys of the home harassing Teddy, who simply smiled and played along. Childish in his interests even well into his adulthood, he has a preference for more family oriented media and content, far happier to watch a few episodes of Chowder than to ever sit through a horror movie. It was when he turned 18 that he was given the option to stay, or leave the only ‘home’ he’d ever known. Teddy’s whole world was in that small town in Ohio, but eventually he wouldn’t be welcome at the shelter- too old, after all. And so, he decided, perhaps it was best to move on. This decision brought with it more than he’d ever known about his family.

He’d arrived with a letter. And in Yvette’s careful hand she apologized. That she didn’t know how to raise Teddy- that she was out of her depth, and couldn’t justify forcing a child like him to live the way she did. She was young, she justified, only 20 herself when Teddy had been born, and while she’d tried- He simply looked too much like his father for her to bear. So she’d sent him off. In the last lines, however, Something to cling to. Something to hope for. Your father is October Roulette. I met him on a visit from my home to the city. As I write this he’s a touring musician, the frontman of Porphyria. I beg of you not to try and find me. But I’m sure with work, you can find him. It was odd, the language- he surely didn’t understand what made him different from any other human boy- but he didn’t blame his mother, simply attached the pin she’d left with him to the pocket of a denim jacket and taken the money he’d saved up from odd jobs and a  bookkeeping position at a local pharmacy to buy a beater van- rusty, dirty, but it ran- and moved in.

He didn’t seek October out right away- Clearly if his father had never reached out, he didn’t like Teddy, and he didn’t want to be any sort of bother for someone who was apparently, a very busy musician. So for a while, he traveled. Busking and pickpocketing for money for food and gas, seeing the United States in his dirty little van and surviving off of gas station hot dogs and slushees. He was lonely, but he had his portable TV, twenty something DVDs of his favorite shows, a guitar, and a bed, set into the torn out back portion of the vehicle- a parting gift from a friend back home who was rather reluctant to let him leave. Life was odd, but he’d seen most of America by the time he was 19, polaroids of his stops clipped up into string lights adorning the overhead of his van. Eventually- after what Teddy still isn’t aware was a brutal breakup with a man 10 years his senior, he finally decided he didn’t care if October didn’t like him- he at least wanted to know why. Taking a deep dive into Porphyria at a library in Iowa, he discovered his father was off the grid- but two members of his band lived in Maine.

He traveled, as he had for two years, and after turning up in the town JD Wainwright called home (and proceeding to cry when the man told him he wasn’t going to tell him where to find his friend, for obvious reasons) he got his lead from Duke Fontaine. His father’s bassist and far more willing to work with him than JD, Duke believed him [”Got the big bastard’s eye in your face, don’t you little fella?”] and gave him the information he needed. Faerune, the Feywild- He’d find October there, certainly, the man was a homebody, all things considered, Duke had assured. He struggled to get there, nearly running out of even the spare gas he’d brought along for the journey, eventually the bald tires  of his van cleared the outskirts of the city- And Teddy had made it to the place he was going to finally find his family.

He made certain to get a job right away, applying at the library and promising that he could show up whenever they needed him- He lived in a parking lot nearby, after all. It’s a big city, and he doesn’t know where to start looking, but in his  bones he knows  there’s something greater on the horizon, something worth all this effort-

and he sure hopes his dad likes cartoons.

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mytarnishedsilver​:

“What the-give me that,” Connor said, snatching his wallet out of Teddy’s hand and checking it. before slipping it back into his pocket. “You shouldn’t have been ‘pickpocketing practicing’ in the first place. That’s a good way to land yourself in jail or even prison if your record is long enough.” He shook his head. Teddy was right about one thing though: he needed more friends. “I mean, there’s some people at the gym that I know that I guess I could invite over sometimes. My hours are just so long. I have little energy left for getting social afterwards.”

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“It remains weird to me that you came from dad, and I want you to know that.” Teddy declares with a smile as Connor takes his wallet back. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take anything out of it, I don’t make a habit of stealing or borrowing anymore. I just wanted to check if your awareness of your surroundings was good. It’s not.” He grins, nodding slightly as Connor insists that he’s got some friends from the gym. “I mean I know Martha from work, but even she’s kinda friends with the old man, so I’ve really gotta branch out from the circle of influence that’s my family.” He’s certainly spending his free time in circles that aren’t welcoming to his siblings- a half-fae he may have been, he was fae enough that some courtiers excused the sharper fangs in his mouth for little more than another, strange fae marking. “Are your hours long because you’re scheduled for them, or because you’re choosing them? Because those are two very different things, my guy. The former sucks, the latter is a you problem, yanno?”

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mytarnishedsilver​:

“Well, just be careful you don’t take an eye out with those things while you’re vibrating on your not-chill setting,” Connor said with a slight laugh, having to duck around one of the horns, stepping a bit more to the side as he walked beside his brother toward the stairs. When asked if anything exciting had happened, he shrugged. “Not really. I mean, my life isn’t that exciting anymore in general. Gotta behave while the queen is watching and all that.” It’d been some time since he’d punched some bad guys, and he could feel the itch that often came when he hadn’t hit anything in a while, the itch to burn.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, absently fingering the lighter that he always kept in his right front pocket. It just made him feel better sometimes to know he could, if he really wanted to. “I just … go to work, hang out with you or Jill or Matt … come home. Not necessarily in that order, but you know.”

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“Yeah, everybody’s playing nice, I guess. I can’t exactly get any pickpocket practice in anymore either, god forbid I pick some fae asshole’s pocket and get in fancy royal trouble instead of regular jail trouble. Even though like I keep telling people it’s for practice which means I’m gonna give the wallet back eventually.” So Teddy wasn’t exactly as naive as he had been, but that hadn’t changed much about the guy’s outlook on crime and ‘borrowing.’ “Also how dare you imply I don’t have an active awareness of where my horns are at all times. They’re attached to my head, Connor, I know where they’re located. If it makes you feel validated though I can headbutt you and pretend it was an accident?”

It’s not like Teddy’s life is much more exciting than his brother’s- Outside of his nights at the bar and random hookups with men old enough to be their father, his core group of ‘friends’ is similarly his siblings, sitting around with Jill at October’s house, pestering Connor to come out for ice cream and a few hours at the arcade, and lamenting the absence of a skatepark with Dodie- He realizes that he should branch out, maybe. “This really implies that maybe we should make more friends.” He teases. “And maybe another hobby in your case. Is the gym rat thing still going strong?” Teddy’s not really the ‘working out’ type- figuring that skating back and forth most places and the exercise derived from a live show- when he gets booked for one- is enough to counter most of the sweets he downs on the regular. “So ice cream’s my treat, by the way.” And with the distraction of talking his brother’s ear off, it’s clear what he’s managed in the meantime, grinning and holding up Connor’s wallet. “People really don’t secure these the way they used to.”

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mytarnishedsilver​:​

Although Connor was still avoiding October, he had gone out of his way to spend time with his siblings this past year. It wasn’t their fault that their dad was a piece of shit, and he genuinely enjoyed spending time with them.

Even if they were sometimes obnoxious and annoying. He opened the door with some exasperation, always taken aback slightly by the giant horns. At least Teddy didn’t think he was human anymore. “Is there like a chill setting on you or is that button broken?” he asked with a shake of his head as he stepped outside and locked his apartment door behind him.

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“There was probably a chill setting installed at the factory, but I’m pretty sure that’s been busted for a while. Sorry you had to find out this way, and my warranty is void, which, oof, tough break.” The year had been good for Teddy- despite his darker sense of aesthetic, the shorter boy clad in a ragged black sweater and a skater skirt in the way their sister may have dressed a year prior, he was still his same old self, if not a touch more sarcastic. There had been a shattering of the naivety, no longer so trusting or mindless about the world, his fae features exposed with regularity to circumvent the... looks, he got, appearing mostly vampire. It had largely just made him a snarky- kind of stupid brat. “Enough about my off button, because it’s nowhere to be found, what about you, big fella? Anything exciting happen since like...” A pause, to think about the last time they’d hung out. “Damn it’s been a month already? I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d deprived you of my presence that long. It’ll never happen again.”

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“GREAT NEWS, IT’S TEDDY TIME!” Or at least it would be, if his brother would open his door. “Connor for fuckssake I walked all the way here to hang out with you and I rescheduled my studio sessions for a saturday so we could go get ice cream and I could spank your ass at video games.” A pause, squishing his nose against the crack of the door. “Open says-a-me.” When the door finally comes open, Teddy steps back, the hybrid’s horns on full display, poking out from two sets of holes cut in his beanie. “Thank God, you know we’re immortal but my time is still valuable, brother mine.” He fishes around in his pockets for a moment, unwrapping a sucker and sticking it in his mouth before he continues. “You ready to go?”

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likewanderingstars​:

“What if their socks don’t have distinct left and rights and so you’re just left with replacing all of their socks at random and they can’t tell.” Briana pointed out suddenly struck by the thought that in the entire time that she had worn socks she wasn’t sure if hers had ever had distinct left and rights. “So you’re only nice to law enforcement you share some semblance of DNA with? Interesting.”

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“In that case it’s the perfect crime, I get the satisfaction of being the only person who can determine left and right socks through vibes alone, and they go on none the wiser.” Teddy decides with a slight shrug. “Maybe I’m the only person who specifically buys only the socks that are labeled for left and right. Some of them are for days of the week. I like to wear the saturday ones on wednesdays to make the middle of the week suck less.” He shrugs slightly as Bri questions his stance on law enforcement. “Me and most cops have a different definition of ‘borrowing’ that makes me unable to vote in the United States of America. So we don’t see eye to eye normally. Mostly I’m just impressed he managed to disobey genetics entirely to become a cop, you’ve clearly met our dad- I kinda just assume my siblings and I have a genetic predisposition for what is generally regarded as ‘crime.’ Though again, nobody’s living in the places I photograph when I go out to do urbex and I always give the wallets back. After I’ve lightened them a little. I’m not really a pressing concern, or at least I shouldn’t be.”

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orchestralcollage​:

“What is a group home?” Cosmo asked curiously as he continued to dig and create a mound next to him. “I think, so” he nodded when asked if caramels are his favorite. “I do not think I’ve had those. I like fruits though if that counts” he looked up at him for a moment “I like your horns” he said making a motion over his head in the spot where the horns would be if he had them, as if Teddy needed some sort of visual and wouldn’t know what he was referring to otherwise.

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“Oh, it’s where I grew up.” Teddy informs, adjusting in his spot before he continues. “It’s where kids who don’t have parents go sometimes- It wasn’t a bad place, just different.” He decides, nodding seriously as the other man declares that he’s not had... whatever faerune calls skittles (Really why is it so hard to remember this? He just ate a bag in the jeep on the ride over!) but likes fruit. “They’re good- they taste like fruit but... fake fruit.” He grins wider as Cosmo points  out his horns, finally allowed to grow in properly with the awareness he can glamor them away if need be, shiny black bone curling up and out of fluffy blonde hair. “Dad says I got them from my mom, that she was a Faun, I think. So I got some of her traits. Mostly just the horns though. My ears are kinda pointy too? And I’ve worked out how to hide them the right way too.” He declares, putting his glamor up momentarily, only to drop it again. “Don’t see the point while I’m just playing in the dirt. Oh- can you hand me that rock?”

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likewanderingstars​:

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“That’s true. He could have been worse but the fact he could have been worse is how we can joke about it and it doesn’t have to be too serious.” She reasoned. Truth be told the matter of parents and children made her uncomfortable. Briana had been a vampire far longer than she had been human or witch or whatever she was. It meant her choice to be a mother had been taken away from her centuries ago. As a result the whole parent child bond was a mystery to her. “You know they’re trying to discourage people from sharing food. How do I know you’re not trying to poison me?” She joked.

x

“Well I feel like it’d be really silly to poison somebody out of my own cooler, that’s a really easily traceable trail to the culprit!” Teddy reasons. “Also if I was gonna do a crime it wouldn’t be poisoning somebody. I’d steal all their left socks and replace them with right ones so there’s a creeping sense of wrongness that lingers every time they put their shoes on but they’re not sure why.” Okay, maybe this kid was related to October. “Also I wouldn’t do that to you because you seem nice! Oh. I could do the sock thing to that guy from like a week ago who told me I couldn’t park my van in front of my own house.” He declares, reaching to scratch at the base of spiraled black horns absently, his glamour shimmering and going back up after a moment, making them vanish once more. “I missed the casino thing, I came into town the night before, I couldn’t hardly afford food, much less to go to some fancy party. Though I hear maybe it’s a good thing I missed it. Cops that aren’t my brother and I don’t really get on well.”

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ok-notaras​:

Omarr nodded.

“I understand.”

He enjoyed listening to Teddy speak about his family.

“Well, if he’s ever in Georgia…” Omarr chuckled. It was a joke but also… “My pack back home… We don’t have a lot. But I have my mom and she has me so…” He worried his bottom lip, “We’ve been writin’ letters to each other. She told me our alpha would take care of her but up until now I was supportin’ her financially and… I can’t send her money from here. So I worry even though she tells me not to and that our alpha is taking care of her.” Omarr wasn’t 100% convinced. Their Alpha didn’t go out of their way for his pack all that often; his mother was most likely lying to make Omarr feel better. It wasn’t that Omarr thought his mom couldn’t take care of herself – that wasn’t it at all. It was just that she deserved nicer things than she had. He offered a shrug at the apology, “Apparently he’s mean and nasty to everyone and has been that way since he was a kid. It’s kinda crazy… How y’can grow up with everythin’ and care so little about nothin’ at all.” 

When you grow up with nothing, like Omarr did, you appreciated everything you had.

Omarr’s face brightened at the mention of Len.

“Len’s very nice. And Percy… Meetin’ Percy was like finally finding a missing puzzle piece. It’s definitely more than nothing.”

“I don’t remember my mom, really.” Teddy admits. “I lived with her until I was 4, I guess? But my memories don’t go back that far. I remember some stuff. She had horns like me, curly hair, too. I guess it was just us until it wasn’t anymore. Until I was taken to the group home. And then I lived there, until about 2 years ago.” He smiles a bit, nudging Omarr with his elbow. “I don’t think I’m... close, enough with dad to bring it up, but- I’ll keep it in mind, for you, okay? Helpin’ people’s the best thing you can do, at the end of the day. Leaving the world a better place than you entered it.” He wonders for a minute about his own mother. She’d written him a letter, for when he grew up. Told him about his father- that she had tried her best to keep him- he simply looked too much like October. He wonders if she’s got someone to look after her like Omarr was looking after his. “It’s hard to know if somebody’s lying to you in a letter.” He reasons after a moment.

He still feels bad, really, that he managed to luck out, it seems. Finding his dad, and despite all odds, October defying the way people spoke about him had to be a rarity, when people showed their true colors, it was best to believe them. “Some folks don’t know how good they’ve got it, don’t know to be thankful when they’ve got every reason to be. You hope, maybe they’ll learn, someday... but most of them just... stay mean.”

“My siblings are pretty cool- I need to try and hang out with Connor more- he doesn’t really go over to Dad’s place like Jill does, so I don’t really see him? And with getting settled in, I’ve gotten busy. Plus he’s like a cop and I don’t wanna annoy him if he’s trying to relax. I can be... a lot.” he wipes the corner of his mouth with a sleeve. “I’m gonna go grab another soda out of the cooler really quick- do you want one? I think we’ve got one of most everything left.”

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orchestralcollage​:

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“Cosmo” he gave his name and took the stuck out hand for a shake. He plopped down into a cross-legged position and promptly dug his fingers into the dirt to begin digging. “He is my friend. He teaches me garden stuff and gives me caramel things.”

x

“Hi Cosmo!” He repeats, scooting over and turning odd blue eyes toward the castle he’s building once more. “Oh he sounds nice then- I used to help at the garden in the group home.” He informs. Teddy’s always had a talent with nature, flowers, vegetables, fruits, all tended to grow well under the young man’s attention. He simply chalked it up to a green thumb. “Are caramels your favorites? I like peanut butter cups and uh... what do they call the skittles here...?” He mumbles to himself, brows creasing. “The crunchy, kinda chewy candy ones that are fruit flavored.” He decides to put a door in the front of the castle, digging dirty fingernails into the pile with a hum.

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ok-notaras​:

“So how’s livin’ with your dad?” Omarr asked, sat next to Teddy on one of the docks. He swung his legs, feet kicking gently through the water. “That’s cool you found him.”

They both had found their families, he felt connected to Teddy in that way.

He broke a pb and j sandwich down the middle, offering one half to his new friend.

“I was told not to bother lookin’ for mine. ‘Parently he’s not a good person… My mom always told me to never judge a book by it’s cover except when it came to him. And everyone here seems to think the same way.” a shrug, “You’re dad’s kinda intimidating but he’s a good guy deep down, I think.” October was trying at the very least. Omarr and Percy’s father was not.

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x

“I mean, I’ve never had a dad, and he’s never really been one, so it’s... interesting.” Teddy observes with a shrug, legs hardly long enough to reach the water, painted toes in the cool depths below. “He’s doing his best, I think. He apologizes to me a lot.” He admits. “I think because he can? He doesn’t talk to my brother Connor a lot and we were in a similar boat, I guess. Trying to make up for it, or something.” Teddy’s not well versed in the complexities that come from having a father like October, and he’s well aware of that fact. He’s chosen to play it by ear, and come what may, good or bad, be grateful for the experience.

He smiles and takes the other half of the sandwich, biting into it and chewing carefully as Omarr informs him of his own troubles with his father. He’d been told not to bother- but hadn’t Teddy been told the same thing? He wonders if it’s different, somehow. “I knew my dad wasn’t... as bad as he wanted everyone to think.” He starts.

“He donates most of his mortal world income to people in need, outreach programs, rehab centers, the music programs at like, six schools are named after him in the western states because he funds them almost entirely himself. Nobody that... giving, could be terrible all the way down.” He reasons, frowning softly. “I’m sorry about your dad. I do think mine’s trying, yeah.” he nudges Omarr lightly. “But you found your other family, right? Your brother Percy is friends with my dad and all that, and Mr. Len seems nice from what I’ve seen of him. That’s more than nothing. It’s a positive swing.”

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My cellphone is in the pages of this book. 

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likewanderingstars​:

“Right…” Briana nodded slowly. October has said that he had his son living with him. Perhaps she had simply hoped all of his children were figments of his imagination. It certainly didn’t help her like October any more. The sheer amount of children she kept hearing about made her hate him a little. Sowing his seed with reckless abandon. Some vampires didn’t have that option. Some would never be a parent. “Well I suppose I can only offer you my deepest sympathies that you’ve been stuck with October as a father. I can only imagine your disappointment.”

x

It’s with a slight shrug that Teddy regards the sympathy for his father being... well, his father. He’s not completely braindead, more than observant enough to know that his dad wasn’t a very popular man among people around the city long before now. “He could always be worse. He gave me a place to stay when I showed up at random on his doorstep with just a van and some random belongings to my name, makes sure I get to work on time if I sleep through my alarms. Sure, he’s never been somebody’s dad, but I’ve never been somebody’s son. I’m willing to live with a learning curve.” He reaches to adjust his hair out of his eyes, shrugging lightly. “Disappointment’s tough to muster up after 20 years with no parents, I guess.” It’s October’s fault he even went that long, of course. “But the status of my dad coming back with the milk aside, I really am sorry I kicked over your drink a minute ago while I was running after a frisbee. I can replace it?”

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orchestralcollage​:

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Cosmo looked down as the other motioned down to see the hole just a step in front of him. He pulled his foot backwards, taking a step back so not to be in immediate danger. “Why are you digging a hole?” he asked, curious as to what the other was doing and noticing the mound he’s working with. “do you need help? I am very good at digging. Mr. Cade thinks so, I think.”

x

“Well I was trying to get more dirt to use because there’s really not that much sand and I figured maybe the dirt would help things stick together better but I realize I may have just made mud?” Teddy informs. “I’ll fill the hole back in when I’m done playing.” He declares, but perks up at the offer to help him dig. “Oh! Sure! I’m sure I can turn this around with more stuff to work with.” He pauses, wiping dirty pale hands on his swim trunks before sticking one out in greeting. “I’m Teddy by the way, It’s nice to meet you! Who’s Mr. Cade?”

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likewanderingstars​:

She had been walking along the shoreline when the young man had started talking to her. It took her a moment to really take in what he was saying hearing words like October and dad. “I’m… Sorry. You expect me to believe that you are a Roulette offspring?” She blinked at him. “That’s about as believable as me spontaneously giving birth but sure lets go with it.” @headfullafluff​

x

Teddy stops his rambling as Bri declares his relation to October unbelievable, rolling back on whatever it was he was chattering about to shrug. “I mean I don’t think it’s that hard to believe. I look a lot like the guy- I mean it could be argued I guess that maybe somebody shouldn’t have kids with dad, his track record is poor to terrible, one star on Dad-Yelp but he’s trying.” He straightens his shirt at the hem, shrugging lightly. “Like I was saying I live at his house now. Which is why I think you maybe look familiar because you were doing music with him for something right? I was at the library and in the garage most of the day but I came in for a sandwich and heard you guys talking about what tuning to have the bass and guitars in for an instrumental.” He rocks back and forth on his feet. “Pretty certain he’s my dad, but I’m not sure how to convince anybody of that, my brother and sister seemed pretty quick to agree with the theory too though.”

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Is it still a sand castle if it’s mostly mud? Teddy’s not quite sure, but he’s elected to go with ‘yes’ in order to say that the mound of dirt and sand he’s produced by the water’s edge is still a sandcastle and not, in fact, what it is: A mess he’s made. He’s humming to himself, his unicorn floatie still half-inflated beside him, because man, were his lungs tired- when he glances up at a passerby. “oh- careful!” he calls out. “I dug a hole there- you might fall if you step in it.” He warns, motioning to the little hole with a trowel sticking up out of it, something Teddy had created while getting ‘supplies’ for the castle he was building- most of what he’d gotten was ‘worms’ though.

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Teddy Upshal is attending the Founder’s Day Celebration.

With his dad, the dogs, and his older sister, and a staunch unwillingness to take his shirt off.