This is where all my age regression content is going to be. It's going to be mostly Fandom based. SFW content only.
I'm not exactly the perfect image of child friendly, though. I swear, adult themes will still be mentioned because that's the kind of regression stories I enjoy. I'm also an adult so keep that in mind when interacting with me or my content.
Feel free to leave requests and I'll try to get to them!
[If you are anything Kink related please keep in mind that this is an age regression blog. There are minors who many interact with it and this is entirely SFW. You are welcomed to enjoy my content, but don't get it confused with kink related content.]
2. Biiiig stuffie hug/snuggles/cuddles (you choose the tone)
3. Tracking mud into your home after playing outside (completely oblivious to the mess)
4. Whiny, fussy morning / (optional: unfazed cg)
5. Bed so cozy you can’t help but giggle and kick your feet (morning, noon, or night)
6. Helping caregiver make breakfast (with or without a mess)
7. Sleepy late-night sips from a bottle, sippy cup, or big-kid cup/ (optional: cg made it for you)
8. Being wrapped in a warm, cozy towel after a bubbly bath
9. Sad-day aftermath snuggles with stuffies/cg/pets
10. Playing with your most favorite toy/video game
11. (Directed towards padded regressors) Late-night accident / (optional: caregiver helps and comforts)
12. Finally finding a lost comfort item you’ve been searching for forever
13. Your picture got put on the fridge! / (optional: put up on the fridge by cg)
14. Watchin’ your favorite cartoons~!
15. Feeling-sorry-for-yourself sick day / (optional: caregiver tries their best to cheer you up.)
16. You blamed it on the stuffie but still got a timeout (optional: cg gives the stuffie a timeout too)
17. Late-night sleepover chaos (bonus: everyone conks out afterward)
18. Draw your dream deco paci
19. Ending a day at the playground with ice cream from the ice cream truck.
20. You have a full 24 hours with your fictional caregiver/fictional regressor friend(s) in their world or yours (bonus: turn it into a comic strip)
21. If your stuffies could talk..
22. Coloring (optional: with someone)
23. Paci soup. (For those of you that don’t know about paci soup, it’s when you have to take apart all your paci’s and boil them to keep them clean)
24. Too little to read properly but trying anyway (mostly looking at the pictures) (optional: being read to)
25. Dream playdate with regressor friends
26. “I can do it myself!” moment (you can’t, but you’re trying anyway)
27. You walked passed the toy section while shopping..oooh~
28. iPad kiddo who definitely needs less screen time.
29. Your agere package arrives and it’s exactly what you’ve been waiting for.
30. Drawing with chalk on the sidewalk!
31. Being carried, held close, fussed over and dotted on!
This is my first time doing something like this and I had a lot of fun with this! If this goes well, next time I might do a agere pre-school prompt version, probably around September. I’d also like to someday do a specifically little and cg version, and a babyre & middlere one!
Hello lovelies! April is one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE months and I wanted to share a prompt 'challenge' (not a scary one! A fun one!) with you all to get some creativity in the agere community flowing. Come participate in whatever capacity you are able to! Please tag me and I can reblog your wonderful take on these prompts here! The rules are sfw entries only will be reblogged here and please be respectful and create a safe space for people to express themselves in a respectful manner. Without further ado, the prompts! Feel free to pick one, or both or pick the days based on your interests
HOW CUTE!! Maybe if I find the motivation I might do a few but I'm mostly reposting so you guys see these and hopefully have some fun with them!!! Or just b elike me half the time and surf the tag lol. I love agere prompts <33
Back to my bakugou and shinsou being little siblings agenda.
I imagine Bakugou and Shinsou probabaly have about the same little age range actually. Sometimes they're about the same age, maybe four or five who play with each other and get competeive with it. But sometimes one falls smaller than the other—and that someone is usually Bakugou. I imagine Bakugou especially tries to act bigger when that happens because he never wants to be seen as some baby who can't do something himself and he'd be damned if shitty eyebags is going to be bigger than him!
But it happens and suddenly he's too little to play action figures because all he wants is to be held and watch almight cartoons. But Aizawa is working and Shinsou is bigger than him and he can't know that he's Itty bitty so he tries to act bigger but it only leads to him getting overwhelmed and before he knows it tears are leaking down his cheeks.
Shinsou doesn't know why Bakugou is suddenly crying but he looks to Aizawa for help—even though he is very much not paying attention. Before he knew what he was doing, he hesitantly scoots over and offers him the tiger plush he knows Bakugou loves and is bombarded by a hug a half a second later with tears soaking into his shoulder. Aizawa finally looks over and raises a brow as to ask if he wanted him to take over but Shinsou shakes his head and holds Bakugou while he goes through all his big emotions. He's an awesome big brother to Eri, so he knows he can be one for Bakugou too.
And of course when Bakugou is big again he avoids Shinsou like the plague and Shinsou takes it upon himself to tease the shit out of him.
Caregiver Logan makes so much sense! He's the type of caregiver who totally makes a chart for his little to follow through the day/week. If they're smaller maybe it'll be a potty chart, or a behavior chart, or it'll just be a schedule chart but most likely it's all three because he enjoys his charts.
He's very logical and isn't great with emotions so if they're throwing a tantrum (ehem probabaly Roman) he'll either talk them through it or just let them ride it out. There's no reason to get upset when they're clearly feeling far too many things for such a little mind. Once they're calmed down, they'll discuss the tantrum and how they'll proceed from there.
He advocates for healthy eating and very much believes that if hiding veggies is how he gets his little to eat them than so be it. He's the type of caregiver to remind his little to hydrate occasionally or he'll just walk up and hand them a sippy cup every so often. Sometimes that works and sometimes it just ends up on the floor.
When it comes to comforting his little he isn't very touchy feely with emotions, clearly, so like with tantrums, he'll usually choose to be a comforting presence instead, maybe he'll grab their favorite story and begin reading in a calm, steady voice or hold them if they so need him to.
Speaking of reading, while he isn't as creative with different voices and such, his voice is certainly best for a steady read and will lull his little to bed with how soothing he can be.
He does get irritated and impatient when his little doesn't listen to him though, while he can usually hold out on tantrums, sometimes it gets overwhelming for him too when he's being yelled over or his little one covers their ears. Its a sore subject for him so he has to remind himself that they're just a little thing at the moment and he can't take it too hard. Furthermore, he does give timeouts, but more times than not he'll turn whatever the problem was into a learning opportunity and a lecture.
That's all I got for now :)) I might do more of these though
A/N: So it seems I'm on a big little Carlos kick, I am so sorry for those of you who have requested other stuff and it's not out yet, I really am working on getting it out, it's easier for me to get headcannons out then oneshots but I promise things are coming this week!!
🖤Little Carlos Headcannons🖤
🖤General Headcannons
•Carlos usually regresses between ages 2 to 6, depending on his mood or environment.
•At age 6, he’s more talkative, loves to ask a million questions, and follows Jay around like a puppy.
•When he dips to age 2 or younger, it's usually after something bad: nightmares, overstimulation, or any visit to the Isle. He goes quiet, nonverbal, and clings hard to Jay’s hoodie or pant leg.
•Jay can always tell how “little” he is by how much Carlos speaks.
•"You wanna color?” gets a nod from 3-5 year old Carlos.
•But if Carlos just curls up on Jay’s bed and clutches Dude without responding? It’s a very little day.
🖤Jay: The Main CG
•Jay is his default caregiver—not because he’s super nurturing, but because he gets Carlos.
•Carlos doesn’t feel embarrassed around Jay. He can wear his footie pajamas, babble about spiders, or fall asleep mid-snack, and Jay doesn’t bat an eye.
•Jay may not be the most emotionally soft, but he’s physically present and protective. He’ll carry Carlos piggyback style if he’s too little to walk, or just scoop him up if a meltdown starts.
•“C’mere, pup. I gotcha.” is the #1 phrase Carlos hears from Jay.
🖤Other Caregivers
•Evie steps in when Jay needs a break or is off doing sports. She’s very sweet, brushing Carlos’ hair, letting him play with sparkly things, and letting him sit on the vanity counter while she gets ready.
•Ben is arguably the best at handling Carlos. He’s patient, calm, and knows how to talk him down from meltdowns without making him feel babied. He's also the best at teaching him right from wrong...
•But Carlos doesn’t go to him first unless he has to. He prefers Jay, and it’s mostly because they share a room and Jay is always nearby.
•If Carlos is already regressed, Ben just lifts him up and says, “Let’s go find Dude together, okay?” and Carlos melts.
•Lastly Dude. He's been in charge for 5 minutes max due to the obvious reasons... usually it's Jay who will shoot "Dudes in charge! Don't do something stupid!" and run off for a quick second to which Carlos is left giggling with Dude on his lap.
🖤Dude = Emotional Support Dog
•Dude is non-negotiable.
•Carlos needs him nearby 24/7, especially in little space.
•If he’s told he can’t bring Dude somewhere? Meltdown. Full toddler stomp, tears, “BUT HE’S LONELY!”
•Jay has had to sneak Dude into classrooms, backpacks, and even under his jacket to keep Carlos calm.
•Dude usually wears a little bandana Carlos picked out and is treated like a baby sibling by him.
🖤Sibling Energy with Little Mal
Mal is like a chaotic older sister to Carlos. There’s love there, but also endless bickering.
Their classic arguments:
“STOP TOUCHING ME!”
“Not touching you!”
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“Evie, he’s looking at me!”
“I’m not looking at you, I’m looking past you!”
•Mal lowkey cares a lot, though. If Carlos cries, she’ll threaten whoever caused it and push Carlos to tell, "who did it? I just want to talk to them, who hurt you!?"
🖤Little Routines & Comforts
•Carlos always wants his sippy cup with apple juice. It’s not even about the juice—it’s about the texture and comfort of holding it.
•Jay has a special blanket in their room just for Carlos—warm, soft, and smells like the fabric softener he likes. When Carlos curls up in it, Jay knows it’s a wind-down moment.
•Coloring = Safe Time. Carlos keeps a special box of crayons Jay labeled with “DO NOT STEAL – SERIOUSLY – DON’T.” Mal tried once. Never again.
🖤Meltdowns & Soothing
•Loud noises, too many people, or getting separated from Jay can trigger a shutdown or meltdown fast.
•Jay’s gotten good at grounding him:
•Gentle voice: “Let’s count your fingers. One, two…”
•Physical pressure: Sitting behind Carlos and wrapping arms around his middle until he slows his breathing.
•If it gets bad, Carlos usually sobs into Jay’s chest, hiccupping words like “I’m sorry… I don’t know what's wrong…” and Jay just hugs him tighter: “You’re okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, pup.”
Little bakugou with baby mittens on his hands, and they're specially made to withstand his explosions so even if he's having a little fit he isn't hurting anyone or himself.
At first he hates them, baby him tries knawing them off while kicking his feet and whining but eventually they grow on him. He can't accidentally scratch at his eye or blow something up when he gets all upset and feel guilty after. They're soft so he rubs them against his cheeks when no one's looking and it forces him to give up some of that control he latches onto to feel tougher than he is. He's just a little baby with his mittens on and he grows to like it. It makes it easier to slip into that happy baby mindset who gets a nice warm bottle fed to him and snuggles while some Almight cartoon blares in thr background.
Content/trigger warning: Sexual trauma/sexual themes.
Little Laito × Cg Reader.
Laito took the suggestion of age regression like he did with everything else and tried to sexualize it. As he was taught from a young age, sex is love, and he sees your suggestion as just another kink to try out.
But it wasn't as easy as he thought. Calling you mommy/daddy was easy, it wasn't the first time he'd call someone that, wouldn't be the last. But you stood your ground, gently pushing Laito away and sitting him at a table with some coloring books. You could see his smile strain a bit, as if unsure on how to proceed, but he would laugh it off, toss the books aside and continue coming onto you.
Sometimes you gave in just to make him feel better, but other times you held firm, brushing your fingers through his hair so softly, and lovingly that he once flinched.
He left after that, and stayed away. And for once, you sought him out, instead of him constantly showing up in your bed.
You found him sitting at the grand piano, he wasn't playing it, merely grazing the keys with an emotionless expression, but you could see the conflict in his eyes.
"Laito?" You call, voice gentle, knowing he had heard you, or at the very least smelled you, before you had pushed yourself further into the room. As you hover behind him, you place your hands gently onto his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles and feel him physically melt at the touch. He finally glances up, a rare frown on his lips, his mask broken.
"Y/n?" Your name sounds foreign on his lips, gone was his usual degrading or teasing names for you. His voice was a bit softer, the act finally dropped. His voice was raw and true. "The regression..." he trails off. "Its not sexual?"
"Its not." You answer, watching his frown grow deeper. "Does it need to be?"
He doesn't answer, merely looks away. You know the answer.
"I think it'll help." You say. The way your hands drag against the side of his neck soothingly, trailing to cup his cheek and turn his face back towards you would usually warrant an innuendo leaving his tongue, but instead he just stares. "Sex isn't bad Laito, but I feel as if you do it for the wrong reasons."
"For what?" His mask slips back on briefly as he smiles, though it never reaches his eyes. "Pleasure?" He attempts to purr out, itching for normalcy. Itching for control.
You don't give it to him.
You merely shake your head once, and like magic, the mask falls again. "You don't do it for pleasure. You do it because you feel you need to."
"Its how I feel her love." He says slowly, each word heavy and you know exactly whom he's speaking of and it twists your insides even without her name, or more specifically, her title being spoken.
"I know," You murmur solemnly.
"Why are you instant on this being thr answer?" He sighs, running a tired hand through his hair. "I don't see what's wrong with how we've been going."
"Laito," You sigh. "I just don't want to see you with this act anymore. You're more than just a pretty face, and I'd like..." You trail off for a moment before sucking in a soft breath. "I'd like to take care of you. All of you."
He stares for a moment, searching your face for some kind of answer to the dilemma inside his own head. He doesn't know what to say, nor do. He's speechless for once.
"Try it." You continue, leaning in slowly to press a kiss to his forehead. "I'll give you time to think more about it. If you decide to try it, and you dislike it, I won't bring it up again, and this conversation will be a mere memory."
You don't wait for an answer, you merely move away and leave Laito to think on it.
You leave him alone at the piano, where he sits, staring at the keys.
I’m kind of a sucker for bottle-feeding in agere scenarios. there’s something very intimate and innocent about being fed a warm bottle, a caregiver’s hand helping hold it in place, the warmth of the milk making them more sleepy with every sip, then maybe being burped and tucked into sleep very, very gently
Sensitive caregiver x stone-faced little? Caregiver desperately wants to do all they can for their little and make them feel loved, and honestly probabaly cries more than they do, and yet the little one will stare at them with a blank face and silently race their arms for a hug. They appreciate it tons but only shows it through many many snuggles and maybe a picture or two.
Caregiver character putting baby mittens on their baby regressor because they won't stop putting random things in their mouths.
Stony caregiver x stony little? Little who curses just as much as their caregiver and when they get told off for it, cg just shrugs and goes "Well, suck it I guess." Or something blunt like that. (I could see this with Bakugou and Shinsou)
Toddler regressor making fun of baby regressor for tumbling clumsily while crawling only to fall on their face two seconds after.
Bratty little being an absolute angel whenever anyone else is around and exasperated Cg because what the hell kid? Give em' a break (they don't mind in the long run, they signed up for the attitude and tantrums).
Teacher/professor caregiver taking their kid regressor to lectures/class and having them sit in at their desk while coloring or what not, but only if they agree to stay quiet and not disturb the class.
-bonus points if they doodle on the chalkboard/whiteboard whenever the caregiver isn't looking
Classifications are the bane of many people's existence. No one can choose their classification, it is what it is, and usually around puberty it's recommended to get a test done, in the case they haven't already presented.
Most people have a classification in mind, neutrals are usually the most preferred, and then caregivers, and lastly—the category nobody truly wanted—little. It's a bit of an exaggeration, but even as the worlds come a long way since their classifications had developed and the genetic makeup of the world began to shift, causing for certain symptoms to show up one by one, littles are still wildly misunderstood and talked down to by the world just because of their biological functions.
It's annoying, it's pathetic, and Shoto wishes he was anything but.
He presented around thirteen, not uncommon. The scent he elected was sweet and minty, Fuyumi always told him it reminded her of mint chocolate chip ice cream—which happened to be his favorite flavor when he was allowed sweets.
He remembered the disappointment on his father's face and the way he casually opened a drawer and tossed two boxes into his lap. A box of scent patches, and a box of pills. Suppressants.
They had just learned about puberty and the dangers of overusing said items. Scent patches are normal, and if used for the recommended amounts of time as directed on the box, they're perfectly safe and helpful. Suppressants however? After just presenting? It had awful long term affects. Suppressing his regression at the start of puberty was a terrible, terrible idea.
But he took them anyway. He didn't have much of a choice. He listened to his father, even as his rage grew. His rebellion and resentment really seemed to crank up as he got into UA, he had everything to prove. He refused to use his fire quirk, he purposefully avoided his father's calls, and even through it, he continued taking the suppressants.
Something changed though. When they moved into the dorms it was a transition, one he quite enjoyed. He was around his friends more, away from his father. He picked up his suppressants once a week and took them like normal.
But then it fell apart.
"I don't understand." He states bluntly as he stares at Recovery girl as she files through her bin of medications kept in her office for all the students that are prescribed. "Why don't you have it?"
"It hasn't come in yet sonny, I don't know what to tell you. I'd have your guardian call your doctor or prescription office to try and see where it's at."
Shoto frowns but nods firmly, already fishing out his phone and is halfway down the hall by the time his father answers.
"Shoto? What is it-"
"My suppressants, they're late." He interrupts, not bothering to beat around the bush.
"What?!" His father booms in his ear. He doesn't grimace, he merely pulls it away for a moment, a sinking feeling forming in his stomach. "Stay in your dorm until I figure this out. I'll be contacting your teacher to inform him you can't participate in class until this is settled."
Todoroki wanted to argue, but he found he didn't have it in him. Suppressants lasted twenty-four hours, his regression wouldn't hit immediately would it? Unlikely...but then why was his head so foggy? Why could he hardly think?
"Shoto." His father's firm voice bit through the phone and Todoroki blinked a few times, realizing he was leaning against the wall and peered around, beginning to slowly drag himself in the direction of his dorm.
"Mmhm?"
"Don't embarrass me. Or yourself. Remember, if people know of your classication they will see you as less than, they'll think you're weak. I'm doing this for your own good Shoto. I'll have your suppressants there by the end of the day."
The call ended abruptly after and Todoroki doubled over, falling to the floor. He didn't understand it. This feeling was new, he couldn't think. He somehow felt like he was floating and yet drowning all at once. His heart thundered in his chest and he blinked once. Twice. Three times.
Ice covered the floor.
He frowned and sat up, watching frost work its way up his arm, he hasn't lost control of his quirk like this since he was a child.
"Todoroki-kun?"
His head slowly lifted, it was much harder to do than he remembered. His eyes met large green ones, eyebrows pinched in concern.
"Are you alright?" Midoriya asks, kneeling down to his level, which only worsened this fuzzy feeling swallowing his brain. "Should I get Sensei?"
Todoroki only stared, lips pressed tightly together, clutching at nothing. He couldn't feel his legs, or maybe he could? He didn't feel like moving. He was tired.
"Here, I'll get Recovery girl-" The words fell on deaf ears, turning into mindless gurgles. Todoroki just nodded though, pretending that he heard him.
The next few moments were truly a blur. He remembered a lower voice, an older one, and a far too loud one. He remembered the cold feeling of his ice disappearing before warm arms wrapped around him. He felt weightless as he leaned into the comforting warmth, the hand on his back rubbing circles only sank him down further and further. He's never felt so safe before, soft traces of coffee wafted through his nose and that was all he needed.
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Aizawa held his student with one arm, pressing him against his chest while the other prepared a bottle from the stash of little products openly provided in their regression room. The room is softly colored, murals of cute animals painted on the wall with cushy playmats and soft carpet covering the floors. Plugs are covered, corners are padded, theres a pair of couches, toys, even a few cots for a good nap if needed. Every school is required to have a regression room, but Yurrei of course had to go above and beyond.
As Aizawa prepared the bottle, he peered down at Todoroki for the 80th time, watching as his half lidded eyes remained unfocused and lost, his thumb mindlessly pressed between his lips while the sweet, creamy mint scent pumped through the air, a telling smell of a very small baby. It was a surprise to everyone, patches are used schoolwide to ensure no one overwhelms the area with a mixture of scents. Everyone assumed Todoroki was a neutral, he didn't talk of it, never slipped.
Until now.
"How's the little listener?" Mic's voice cut through Aizawa's mind. He didn't peek over at him, merely continuing with the bottle and slipped it off the warmer. He tested it briefly against his wrist before nudging the bulb against Todoroki's lips. They parted immediately, and within minutes his eyes slipped closed while he suckled on his bottle, his fists closing around Aizawa's scarf.
"He seems fine." Aizawa murmurs. "Out of it. He slipped hard. Hasn't cried once though. Just has that lost baby stare."
"Have you contacted Endeavor?" Mic asks with a him as he walks over. He can't help but grin at the sight, his caregiver senses were going wild and he was always a sucker for how cute infant regressors could get!
Aizawa huffs. "No. This type of slip doesn't come unprompted. While Chiyo couldn't tell me what medication Todoroki was taking, it doesn't take a genius to know that this fall is usually seen in regressors neglecting their headspace for an unhealthy amount of time."
Mic frowns a bit. "You think he's been on suppressants?"
"I'm sure." Aizawa grumbles, adjusting Todorki slightly so he was laying comfortably and continued to cradle him. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of all the voices around him, and the brief shuffle.
"How long do you think..." Mic trails off, though despite his weary tone, he smiles at Todoroki, reaching out to playfully tap his nose. Todoroki blinks at him before smiling past the nub of the bottle and letting out a happy coo behind it.
"Too long." Aizawa answers shortly, peering down at the neglected regressor, and even he couldn't stop the small quirk of his lips at the sweet noise that left his throat.
"He's so cute." Mic gushes, watching as Todoroki seemed more awake then before, infant wise. He fisted mindlessly at Aizawa's scarf and his eyes searched the room, seeming curious of every color and crevice. He didn't lift his head from his spot, but he did roll it so he could look up at Aizawa better.
Said man raised a brow at him, rubbing at his back. "Can I help you?" He asks him, smirking as he babbles around the bottle, the nub slipping from his mouth. He reaches for his hair next and promptly pulls.
With a grunt, Aizawa scowls while Mic laughs and quickly moves forward to help Aizawa escape from Todoroki's strong baby grip. "Well aren't you strong?" Mic croons, easing his fists open and lets him wrap his hand around his instead.
"He could be in this state for awhile. I'll talk to Nedzu to see what we can do and if it's possible to keep him as a ward under the school until he returns to his regular headspace." Aizawa murmurs, brushing his hair back skillfully with one hand into a very messy bun. "I don't feel comfortable leaving him in Endeavor's care without a set investigation."
Mic hums softly in thought and picks up a soft lamb stuffed animal that rattled with any movement. He handed it to Todoroki to entertain him, giving it a few shakes to get him interested. It worked of course, and he happily slipped one of the plush ears into his mouth while his fingers squeezed, crinkling the little lamb. "That may not be up to us." He warns the man, only intending to cut through his protective attitude with his own ounce of logic. It hardly worked.
"It's only logical. Endeavor's too busy as the Number 1 hero to care for a regressor so small, besides, I doubt he'd enjoy the publicity." Aizawa refutes.
"So..." Mic trails with a knowing smirk as he leans in close to the other, his glasses dragging down towards the tip of his nose as he wiggles his eyebrows mischievously. "We're keeping him then?"
Aizawa rolls his eyes and uses his free hand to shove at his lovers face. "Don't you have a class to teach? Shoo."
What kind of question was that anyway? Of course they're keeping him. Todoroki is his student, and he would be damned if he allowed anything to happen to him.
Cg! Character is so used to feeding little! Character that when in public they unconsciously pull their plate over and begins cutting up the food and scoops up a little bite onto the fork before bringing it up to their littles lips, only to blink in confusion seeing their face beet red and everyone at the table staring at them.
The restaurant was one of the higher rated in this part of Gotham and yet still avoided feeling like a place that only Bruce Wayne level rich people were allowed to so much as order table water for.
Barbara had to admit, the food delivery time was very quick. Cass had ordered a steak meal with potatoes, Stephanie had mashed potatoes with some mixed vegetables, and Barbara had opted for a rice curry dish.
Hey, they’d just been part of a team up that stopped Penguin from unloading explosives into the bridges. They’d earned the moment.
While Steph and Cass chatted to themselves about something or other, Barbara noticed Cassandra’s steak. It was… kind of big, wasn’t it? Not that the girl with an appetite for triple servings would have trouble, but still…
Barely conscious of what she was doing, Barbara did the plate to her and started cutting up the steak into smaller chunks, more manageable that way. She planted a fork into the leftmost portion, holding it out to Cass before realising one simple thing.
They were in public.
Silence filled the area as Cassandra’s eyes darted at the plate, then at Babs, and finally to the steak piece. Stephanie had that look of joy on her face, not at witnessing something one of a kind.
“Oh, Cass, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked, I…”
Cass opened her mouth. A silent request. Slowly, it was obliged, the steak moved to her mouth for Cass to eat from the fork. After that, Cass was given her plate back and everything started to settle into normal again.
Trying to push down the mortification at having so absentmindedly forgotten her public appearance, Barbara heard Stephanie add a small quiet whine to her tone.
“Baaabsss… the potatoes keeps falling off… can you help me?” Steph asked with over the top puppy dog eyes.
And Barbara, genius pragmatic and definitely not still off kilter, said something simple in return.
