Nathan taking care of abbadon in babyspace pelase please hes a baby in my autism eyes
Tiny Things For The Tiny Demon…
“‘M not small!” Abaddon protests, stomping his small feet against the hotel's carpeted flooring.
“You sure, bud? ‘Cus you're actin’ pretty small right now…” Nathan teases, his moustache hiding his rather mischievous smirk. It had been weeks since Abaddon had last regressed, causing his overall mood to completely sour.
However, within minutes, the grumpy demon boy had been tackled into a black footed onesie with a red rounded pacifier in his mouth.
“There ya go, bud! Proper baby boy now!” Nathan chirps as one of Abaddon's hands reach out to tug at Nathan's trouser leg.
“Awh, c'mere, bud…” Nathan murmurs as he gestures for the boy to lay down onto the nearest sofa (he'd pick him up if he was physically able to). Soon after Abaddon obeys, a soothing melody starts to fill the tiny demon's ears; a lullaby. He curls up, his body shape almost taking on the form of a fawn now, as Nathan continues his soft singing.
“My beautiful boy…” The ghost whispers, his moustache crinkling upwards in fatherly protection.