Cute Derp

{This is an independent RP blog for Izaya Orihara's fan-made counterpart, Psyche. However, I'm playing him how I want. On this account, he is a three year old boy with mostly the same personality traits as his older form. This means he will become "yandere" at times.}

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"Mmm..."

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Izaya hummed thoughtfully as he walked over, drying his hands on a clean t-towel as he moved to hold the door open for the boy with his hip; Spotting the cheese slices on a higher shelf.

“You can blame Papa or Delic for moving them when they get home.” He chuckled, throwing the t-towel over his forearm and lifting Psyche so the other could see it.

“There ya go, kindly grab it for Mama.”

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Psyche reached out his little hand to grab at the slices of cheese, grabbing four of them in the process before pulling his hand back to show them to Izaya. "Dayo, Mama! Cheese!"

He handed the four slices to Izaya happily before resting his head against his mama's shoulder.

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He chuckled, smiling down at the three-year old before nodding towards the fridge.

“Then do Mama a favor and grab the cheese slices from the fridge, ne? They’re in the bottom drawer.”

Or well, they should be. Knowing Delic or Shizuo they tossed them somewhere else since the last time Izaya had been in there.

“Tell me if you can’t find them or need help, okay?”

He turned to the sink, turning on the water so he could wash his hands.

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The little boy made his way over to the fridge, where he opened the door with ease and immediately reached down to open up the bottom drawer.

He looked through the draw for a few seconds before turning back to look at Izaya. "Mama, can't find it!" Psyche turned his head back around to search more, but really wasn't tall enough to see a lot.

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“Sure. Grilled Cheese it is, then~!”

//Carries him into the kitchen and sets him gently on the ground again before moving to get his pink apron off the back of the pantry door, quickly putting it on and tying it into place.

“Do you want to be Mama’s little helper today, Psyche-chan~?”

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//Nods his head at Izaya before turning and standing on the tips of his toes to look over the kitchen counter.//

"Psyche he'p! Psyche he'p!"

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“Now Psyche-chan, if I give you just strawberries it’ll give you a stomachache.”

“How about we have those as a snack later, ne~? How about Grilled Cheese or something for lunch instead?”

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"Cheese! Psyche wan' cheese pweez, Mama!"

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Gah. C-cute.

//Tightens hold slightly.

“What do you want for lunch, Psyche-chan?”

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"Psyche wan' 'tawbewwy! Pweez!"

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“Psyche aw awone…”

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//Scoops up.

“There you are.”

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//He nuzzles his head into Izaya's shoulder.//

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"Psyche aw awone..."

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“Mmm…”

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“You okay?”

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"Hm? Uh-huh! Psyche wook at bugs on gwound!"

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"Mmm..."

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//Falls asleep on the floor.//

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"Woud noises gone an' now Psyche hungwy..."

//toddles into the kitchen to eat anything he can find.

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“Loud noises scare you, huh?”

He tries to think of a different approach to ease Psyche’s fear.

“Birds scare me. Kinda silly, right?”

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As another crash of thunder could be heard, Psyche clung onto Shizuo's leg and continued to sob.