#agerecember

[its-kit-ten-time]

agerecember day 11 - stimming

ABABABABABABABABA !!!!

credit to @/battybabyz for the prompts!

[ottertot]

Agerecember Day 1! Stuffie

Me and Boots!

Going try this! They are going to sketches like this though so I can keep up x3 should have this ready last month but I was sure yet ><

Credit to @/battybabyz for prompt list!

[noahspaperairplane]

agerecember day 4: playdate/shy

so i couldn’t decide so i drew my Usuals and some i’ve missed drawing :3 i lvoe linds n tyler they’re so cute . i should draw them more i say then i draw noah and owen again .

i was gonna draw that one noah n tyler “boyfriends playing with lego” gif but i got tired and i wanted to draw lindsay

[amanda-agere-ally-corner]

Battybabyz' Agerecember!

Day 6. Baby regression/Hugs and kisses

Cookie Run Kingdom! (Little!Dark Choco and CG!Dark Cacao)

A half an hour after their arrival, the Dark Cacao family was settled in second floor of house. Mystic Flour decided to take on helping Crunchy Chip into his little outfit, while keeping an eye on Caramel Arrow, who was was not entirely regressed herself yet. Dark Choco stayed with his father, to get his and his friends' things out.

"And that should be it." Dark Cacao sighed out, putting away final of their belongings. "I think I'll go downstairs, Dark Choco... just to see if..."

As the king turned to him, Dark Cacao was met with his son standing next to him with nervous face, looking away. The one face, the father knew so well in recent events, he instantly knew what happened.

"Oh, Aegi..." Dark Cacao said softly, walking to his son, putting hand on his shoulder. "This small? Already?"

Dark Choco still didn't dare to look at him... but he still nodded. While it did remind him of his time in Cookies of Darkness, this also felt different. This was his Papa. His voice held no judgment or annoyance from fact he had slipped. Papa was safe. Unlike Pomegranate, Papa didn't think of this as a bad thing... nor did he plan to exploit this side of him like Dark Enchantress did...

Dark Cacao was here for him. Both as his Father and mentor when Choco was big... and his Papa when he was small.

He felt bis Papa's arms wrap around him, the familiar, comforting scent hit his nose. The prince breathed out and closed his eyes with a smile. A single thought ran through his mind. Dark Choco was safe here.

His Papa gently guided him to lay down to help him change his clothes. A white hanbok with images of Black and White Dragons and white socks with small purple pompoms dangling on sides. While simple on first glance, Dark Choco loved the white robe even when big, and he knew his Papa did too. Upon learning of his son's regression, Dark Cacao set his mind to get him everything, his little boy needed in this little time.

And one of which was a commissioned version of Dark Choco's old baby hanbok, but now sized and fitted on his bigger body.

While neither of the two was very sentimental, this gesture ended up with both of them crying on more than one occasion.

Sitting up on bed, Dark Choco smiled lightly at himself. The fear and tears from the time, he would wake up in little space during his time in Cookies of Darkness and while on the run, was long gone. He was home. And he was going to celebrate his first real holidays back home with Papa and Mama and Crunchy and Mi-mi...

And... everyone else.

He instantly felt the warm fuzzy feeling on his mind melt away.

Oh, Witches, how could he forget there would be others!? Father told him there would be others! His Aunts and Uncle were here... and so were their partners... and their guards and kids... also regressed...

While that normally would be okay with him... why if he does something wrong and they think less of him? What if it's just a prank? The reminder of just how young he felt himself to slip brought him even further out.

He felt hands on his shoulders.

"Breathe, Dark Choco... breathe." He heard his father's voice again. "Focus on my voice. In and out..."

The prince followed his father's instructions, taking deep breaths and letting himself calm down. He again felt a gentle hand on his face, wiping away his tears. Was he crying? Why didn't he feel it?

He sighed out, his head on his father's chest.

"There we go." Dark Cacao smiled, strocking his boy's hair. "What seems to be the matter, my child? One moment you were happy and next you're having a panic attack... something happened?"

Dark Choco stayed quiet. Should he tell? Him and his Father were working on their relationships in therapy... and it was a progress... but... what if he takes it the wrong way? What if he'd still be forced to come out like this?

Would... would Papa leave him with the other kids, hoping it would regress him? Choco shook his head on the thought. No, while he did make bad assumptions, his Papa wouldn't do that! Not about something that made him feel so small and vulnerable...

"Scared..." He said simply.

"Scared?" Dark Cacao hummed. "Scared of what?"

The prince whimpered, hiding his face in his Papa's chest. "...others, Papa..."

Dark Cacao watched his son, feeling his heart shutter at the sound of how... small he sounded. As if reading his father's expression, Dark Choco continued.

"...I'm two, at most..." He said quietly. "...what if I'm too small? What if there's nobody else who's that small? What if... what if they won't want some snoty infant around them? What if?"

"Then I'll be right there."

Dark Choco stopped, looking at his father.

"Dark Choco, I didn't think you felt like this... and you still decided you wanted to join?" Dark Cacao said, his son looked away and nodded. Cacao just smiled at it. "You're brave, my boy." He said softly, sitting on bed and taking his son into his arms. "But even bravest people have their times of weakness... and I'm not leaving you, when you're facing your own... I'll stick with you."

Dark Choco looked at his father, his eye wide, before he smiled. "...t... thank you... but what about... this?" He looked down. "What if I feel overwhelmed?"

"Then be with me, if you're not up to meeting other kids yet." Dark Cacao replied, smiling at his son still. "I'm sure my friends won't mind... they all missed you."

At the proposal, Dark Choco smiled again. His insides felt warm from it, as he again leaned to hug his father.

"...'ank you, Papa..."

Dark Cacao sighed, holding his son close, kissing side of his face.

"You're welcome, Aegi." He said again, before standing up, Dark Choco still in his arms. "So... shall we go now?"

Through still a bit unsure, Dark Choco nodded. Yes, he still felt scared of what's to come...

But his Papa was here. And if Papa was here... everything was going to be alright.

The reason why no comic today... I live with my family and they don't know about agere and I am NOT prepared to have this conversation with them yet. Will probably draw it in later date, but I wasn't going to leave this day without doing the prompt, so have a fic in meanwhile!

My only reason of me doing it like this : My dear Father-Son disaster family... I love them so much... just let me write them being soft with one another. Also, baby regressor!Dark Choco, my beloved. ♡

He's overthinking everything, but thankfully, his Papa is right here to help him!

@battybabyz @nottapossum

[enbypossum]

Agerecember day 1:

First stuffie: Little!Stolas CG!Blitzø:

Prompt made by @battybabyz

Day 1: Blitzø gets Stolas his first plush toy.

Co written by the amazing: @zoey-quinn123

❄️💙❄️💙❄️💙❄️💙❄️

Blitzø thinks Stolas's privileged little attitude is getting old. The Goetia has been living with him and Loona for a few weeks now. And, of course, they're bound to get on each other's nerves but Stolas had crossed a line today. 

Stolas had woken up that morning in a bit of a bad mood. He was visibly annoyed and not happy to be where he was. 

To be fair, Blitzø's apartment was no grand palace. This was far more uncomfortable than what Stolas was used to, but Blitzø tried his best to make it comfortable for him. 

"Blitzø, I don't understand your obsession with these stuffed horses!" Stolas complained, tossing a stuffed animal onto the beanbag where Blitzø had been sleeping since the bird moved in. “They're everywhere all the time, don't they ever get in your way?” 

“Not really. They're small, soft and they're magical,” Blitzø answered. “I don't have enough of them in my way, actually.”

“They're a bit obnoxious.” Stolas mumbled under his breath. 

"Hey! Maybe you'd feel different if you had one of your own?" Blitzø suggested, arms crossed and offended that he'd speak that way about his beloved inanimate objects. 

"I doubt that." Stolas had scoffed. "I've outgrown stuffed animals. They're far too childish." 

“Whatever you say. Let's just get to work. We can talk about this later.” Blitzø said as he jumped off the counter he was sitting on and headed towards the door. 

“Fine.” Stolas rolled his eyes, following. 

Blitzø was about to prove Stolas wrong by finding him a stuffed toy even a spoiled bird prince like him could love! 

After work, he told Stolas he had some errands to run and the bird had no questions- seeming perfectly happy to stay at the apartment by himself for a bit. 

Blitzø was a bit annoyed…and worried, but he thought the space might be good for them. He went to a random toy store and took his time looking through the stuffed animals. He couldn't just get one at random - he had to get the perfect friend for Stolas! 

And he found it!

There was a stuffie that was a bright yellow star with a cute smiley face- perfect size for cuddling and super soft- he knew Stolas and knew he'd love this! 

Blitzø returned home with a smile on his face. “Hey, I'm back!” He announced as he closed the door. 

“Blitzø!” Stolas stood up from the couch and smiled at Blitzø. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried."

“I just went to the store, Birdy. Why were you worried?" Blitzø asks. 

“Well…” Stolas rubs his arm. “I thought maybe you were upset with me.” 

“What?” 

Stolas fidgets with his hand nervously. “I'm sorry I wasn't exactly… kind to you this morning. You're letting me stay here, I shouldn't complain. I guess I've just been under a lot of…stress.” 

“Hey, it's okay, I get it.” replied, taking Stolas’s hands. “I know this is a lot for you. No one is upset with you. We all snap at each other.” 

Stolas sighs in relief. “Thank you for understanding, Blitzø.”

“Of course!” Blitzø says. “Oh! I got you something, by the way.” 

The imp reaches in the bag he was holding and tosses Stolas the star plush. 

Stolas struggles a little, juggling the plush from hand to hand before catching it. He takes it and looks down at the stuffed star, his eyes widened. “You- you- got this...for me?" Stolas asks him. 

"Yeah." Blitzø says. ”It reminded me of you- since you like stars and stuff. Figured at least some of this mess should be yours, right?” 

Stolas feels how soft it is, as if inspecting it- he squishes the soft material in his hands, and his eyes brighten with childish wonder. 

"Well?" Blitzø asks. “What do you think?”  

"It's...nice." Stolas says, giving it a small hug, then wrapping his arms around it.  

"I'm glad you like it, Princey." Blitzø says. He smiled and walked away for a moment to get some dinner made for the two of them. 

Stolas can't seem to let the plush go- he wants to cry and hold it forever- it's been so long since he's gotten to cuddle with one of these- he almost has this irrational fear someone might steal it from him. 

“Hey, Stolas?” 

Stolas doesn't respond, arms tightly around his new plush toy, staring at the wall as if he didn't hear Blitzø at all. 

Blitzø tilts his head and sits down next to him on the couch. “Hey, you okay?” Blitzø asks him.

Stolas nods, still holding his star plush tightly- like his life depended on it. 

“Stolas?”

“Hm?”

“What's wrong?” Blitzø asks. 

“Father never wanted me to have these.” Stolas says in a whisper. 

“Oh…” Blitzø blinks at Stolas, looking at his face, recognizing the look in his eyes. 

Stolas curls into himself on the couch. “He threw all mine away after my birthday.” He says. 

“Well, that wasn't very nice of him.”

Stolas shook his head.

“But no need to worry; he's not here. No one is going to take it away from you. I promise, okay?” Blitzø reassured. 

Stolas nods. “Okay.” 

“What's your new friend's name, buddy?” Blitzø asks. 

Stolas looks down at the plush. “Hmm… Aurora.” 

“Aurora? That's a very nice name.” Blitzø commented. “Are you feeling kinda…small right now, bud?” 

“I don't know what's wrong with me!” Stolas began tearing up, clutching his plush. 

“Hey, nothing's wrong with you,” Blitzø says. “It's okay to be small sometimes.”

“Is it?” Stolas sniffled.

“Yeah, of course it is. Come here,” Blitzø pulls Stolas closer to him, giving the bird a hug. “You're okay. Maybe you needed this?”

“Maybe...” 

“You've been under a lot of stress.”

Stolas nodded, wiping his tears with his arm.

“Maybe this is what you needed to relax.” Blitzø says. “And hey, if it helps, I'd call that a win.” 

“I really like my star.” Stolas says. “Thank you, Blitzø.” 

“You're welcome.” Blitzø says, kissing the top of his head. “Maybe next time you can come with me and pick one out for yourself.” 

“Really?” Stolas asks. 

“Yeah, of course. Come here.” 

Blitzø lays down on the couch, and Stolas lays atop of him, cuddling. 

Blitzø covers them with a blanket and kisses Stolas's head. “You're okay.” He promises. “I got you.”

[caprandcowlnursery]

Agerecember 2025 Day five: Playtime/Royalty.

Character: Robin.

@battybabyz

Even raised in the League of Assassins, Damian was given his own time of playing, mostly in his infancy-toddler aged.

Talia would often indulge him in their private moments, letting him play soft things and draw. Even now, years later, Damian still finds colouring and drawing as a form of relaxation.

It reminds him of the simpler times with his mother.

[flare-fangy]

Agerecember 2025: Day Three

Y'know, it's funny, in all my years of being on this blog, I haven't really touched some of my fandoms in my list (I might need to fix that)

One of them is Hazbin Hotel. Though, granted, I'm only really an extremely casual viewer. I'm here for the songs, and Velvette, not much else.

So for day 3, I put my favorite Hazbin Hotel character, Velvette, in a crib

Anyways, the Agerecember prompts were created by @battybabyz

[oldestfriend-invisibly]

Agerecember Day 4- Play “date”/ Shy.

Teenre Agatha & Rio, CGs Lilia, Jen, and Alice.

Big Agatha & Rio’s marriage bleeds over into their respective simultaneous teen regression as awkward, innocent teen crushes. With mutual consent and caregiver supervision, Rio takes Agatha on a low-stakes ‘date’, something neither of them got to experience growing up.

Disclaimer that I’m very nervous about posting this as I know mixing romance & regression is understandably a hard line for lots of people and so I fully understand that this fic isn’t for everyone. That being said, I can’t rationally find anything ‘wrong’ about it considering the context- that these two have been married for centuries, there is firmly established consent, and if real teenagers get to experience this sort of thing, why shouldn’t two people who are voluntarily regressing back to that age with supervision be able to as well? This is inspired by a @sleepyybirdie moodboard, and thank you Robin as well as Em @rios-bug for proofreading and giving second opinions.

Words 2k. Warnings- very light romantic content (it is innocent, and the ‘furthest’ it goes is endearments and a quick cheek kiss) but if that sort of thing in agere, even voluntary teenre, is uncomfortable for you, maybe skip this.

…

Considering they’d been in love and married for centuries, you wouldn’t assume Agatha and Rio were physically capable of being nervous around each other.

However, when both were voluntarily in their older regressed headspaces, this infatuation bled through. It was as if those centuries of marriage were erased, and it manifested, perhaps fittingly for their teenage headspaces, as what Lilia jokingly referred to as “puppy crushes.” Agatha resented this terminology.

Lilia was spot-on in her assessment, though. It was purely innocent, their attachment reshaped into platonic affection when either felt any younger, and morphed back into their regular relationship when neither were small. But in this headspace specifically, the two were absolutely smitten with each other, but danced around it with uncharacteristic shyness.

Rio would blush furiously when Agatha took her hand on a walk in the woods, spending the next three hours grinning like an idiot about it. Agatha would lie on her bed with Scratchy, gushing to him about how pretty, weird, and interesting Rio was. The rabbit, wholly disinterested, trying instead to eat the flower that Rio had tucked behind Agatha’s ear earlier that day.

Considering the inherent vulnerable nature of their regressed headspaces, there had been discussion whilst both were big about the boundaries they’d need to set. Eventually it was decided that considering their centuries-long marriage, so long as they both chose to regress and were not triggered into it, there was nothing inherently wrong or dangerous about this aspect of their dynamic. 

The other coven members found it sweet. Agatha, never having been able to openly experience innocent crushes and awkward first dates with a girl as an actual teenager, sharing these special first experiences with Rio, who had never gotten to be a teenager in the first place. So, one afternoon, when a nervous Rio came shuffling up to Alice and Lilia, asking if they’d help her plan a small date to ask Agatha on, they happily agreed to assist and supervise.

With one final confirmation later that evening from a non-regressed Agatha that this was something she’d be comfortable with, Rio, Lilia, and Alice got to planning. 

…

“Jen?” Jen looked up from the book she was reading to find an anxious Agatha stood in her doorway.

“What’s up, Agatha? Weren’t you getting ready?”

It was a sunny day, almost two weeks later, and today was the day they’d picked for Rio and Agatha’s “date.” They’d taken to referring to it with air quotes, agreeing it didn’t hold the stakes of a serious date, and Agatha had heavily vetoed the phrase “play-date,” finding it “cringe.”

Agatha had run off at the end of lunch, announcing she needed to get ready, but was now stood hesitantly outside Jen’s room, still in her hoodie with her hair a mess.

“I need your help,” Agatha mumbled. 

“What was that?” Jen asked teasingly. Jen could never resist lightly teasing Agatha, and vice versa. Agatha groaned in embarrassment at being made to repeat herself.

“I don’t know what to wear, Jen. I’ve tried everything. Please help?”

“Of course, Agatha. Come on.”

Agatha’s room looked like a bomb had gone off, with clothes littering the floor. 

“Well, you weren’t kidding,” Jen snickered. Agatha punched her in the arm lightly.

“Please, Jen,” Agatha groaned.

“Alright, alright. Let’s start simple: what sort of vibe are you going for?”

“I don’t know! I asked Rio, but she got all sappy and said I’d be cute whatever I wore because she’s a dork! I still want to look nice because Rio spent so long planning this, but nothing feels right!” Agatha rambled. 

“You want my best advice?” Agatha nodded.

“Rio genuinely wasn’t lying when she said she’d love anything you wore- that girl adores you. And you know what that means?” 

“What?”

“You’ve got to dress for you. Find what you’re most comfortable in. Sure, you can add a necklace or a nice jacket to make it a bit fancier. But this date, no matter how informal, is as much for you as it is for her. You don’t need to worry so much about impressing Rio.”

“I guess you’re right.” Agatha smiled reluctantly- she hated to admit Jen was right, but she was genuinely thankful for the help. “Ok, wait outside and then I need your opinion when I’ve picked.” Agatha practically shoved Jen out of the room.

A few minutes later Jen heard a soft murmur. “You can come in now.”

Agatha had picked a dark purple long patterned dress with a grey cardigan (probably stolen from Lilia) and her lace-up boots. Beside the pendant she always wore, she’d fastened a silver necklace, which along with some rings she was wearing, Jen was certain Agatha had stolen from her. She chose not to comment on this now though, as Agatha was watching her closely, nervously waiting for feedback. 

“I think it’s perfect, Agatha. You look lovely.”

“You think Rio will think so?”

“Agatha, girl, of course she will! You did a great job, it’s very you.” Agatha blushed at the praise.

“Now there’s one final thing,” Jen said.

“What is it?” Agatha asked eagerly, desperate for Jen’s expertise.

“Want me to paint your nails?”

…

Downstairs, Rio was just as stressed as Agatha was upstairs. 

“Are you sure everything outside will be set up when we get back?” She asked for the fifth time.

“Yes, Rio, we promise we’ve got it handled.” Alice reassured.

“Remember to use the purple blanket I got out? It’s her favourite. And also make sure you put out enough olives for both of us, even though I don’t like them, because she likes to steal mine when she thinks I’m not looking. Also, make sure to let the brownies cook for five minutes longer than it says in the book, she likes them best when they’re still fresh but also a little burnt,” Rio rambled on. 

Lilia and Alice had offered to get Rio’s picnic food ready for them in time for when they were set to get back, so Rio didn’t have to worry about it all herself. However, the level of micromanagement was betraying her anxiety. 

“Rio,” Lilia gripped Rio by the shoulders, stopping her pacing.

“Yeah?” Rio replied breathlessly.

“It’s all going to go fine, ok?”

“But what if-”

“If something goes wrong, we will deal with it. Agatha won’t be expecting perfection, she just wants to spend time with you, Rio. She will love whatever you guys do together because she knows you organised it with love and care.” 

“You’re sure?”

“I’m certain.” 

Before Rio could say anything else, the creaking of the stairs announced Agatha and Jen coming down. Rio panicked again. 

“How do I look?” 

“Great, Rio,” Alice replied. Rio was wearing a big knitted cardigan over a stripy top, with dark denim shorts and her very loved converse. 

When Agatha appeared in the doorway, Rio froze. 

“Hi,” Agatha whispered.

“Hi,” Rio replied. “You- you look so lovely, Agatha.” Agatha blushed violently and mumbled her thanks.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Rio exclaimed, running over to the windowsill where a small bundle of flowers she’d grown and arranged herself leant against the glass. She lifted them up carefully, as if they were glass, skipping back over to Agatha and presenting them to her. 

“They’re for me?” Agatha asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I hope you like them, I tried to put all of your favourites in it but if I forgot one then-”

Rio was cut off as Agatha flung her arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you,” She whispered. “I love them.” Agatha passed the flowers off with a smile of thanks to Alice, who had filled a jug with water for them.

“Wanna head off?” Rio asked. 

“Yes please,” Agatha released Rio from the hug, taking one of her hands instead. 

“Remember girls, call us if you need anything, and I mean anything.” Lilia reminded them, a hint of sternness in her voice to compound her seriousness. 

“We will,” The two  replied simultaneously.

“Jinx!”  Agatha called, both girls giggling as they left.

“Have fun, guys!” Alice shouted after them as they almost ran out the door and down the street, hand in hand all the way. 

…

The date was nothing elaborate, just a trip to Westview’s one and only book shop, a walk back home through the woods to see all the spring flowers emerging, then a picnic dinner in the garden. 

Rio listened to Agatha’s critiques and opinions on various books she’d spotted and remembered reading (as well as personal attacks on some of the authors.) Rio noticed the alternating purple and green nail polish on Agatha’s hands as she wildly gesticulated with the books, and smiled to herself- Agatha was such a dork.

Likewise, Agatha grinned fondly as Rio pointed out all the different plants they passed by in the woods, explaining the different regional names and mythologies of some of them that she found particularly interesting. 

They picked flowers to tuck behind each other’s ears, stumbled over each other’s feet as they walked too closely together, and talked about anything and everything. By the time they got back home, the afternoon sun was dipping into a warm evening spring glow.

“Just one more thing!” Rio assured, dragging Agatha round the back of the house and through the garden gate.

Lilia and Alice had followed Rio’s instructions perfectly. The picnic was laid out on Agatha’s favourite purple outdoor blanket, and Señor Scratchy was sat on the edge of it, chewing on a dandelion. Fairy lights had been strung between the tree branches and over the back porch, and Agatha’s flowers from earlier had been arranged properly in the vase now and placed in the middle of the blanket. 

“Rio.. you planned all of this?” Agatha asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, do you like it?” Rio responded sheepishly, looking at her feet and swinging their still joined hands back and forth in an attempt to diffuse her nervous energy. 

“Rio,” Agatha spoke, prompting the green witch to look up at her. Agatha shakily but determinedly pressed a quick kiss to Rio’s cheek, causing her to blush harder than either had all day so far. “You sap, I love it. Thank you.” 

Both were grinning painfully wide as they sat down to eat. As predicted, Agatha stole all of Rio’s olives one by one, though Rio didn’t complain. The brownies were perfect, Agatha made sure she left all the gooiest center pieces for Rio, as they were her favourites, giggling fondly when Rio got the chocolate on her face. 

“Come here, loser,” Agatha leant forward with a cloth to wipe it away. 

Agatha murmured now in concentration, admiring her work. “There we go, pretty girl, much better.” She hadn’t realised she’d let the endearment slip until Rio burst out laughing this time.

“‘Pretty girl?’ And you call me the sappy one.” 

“Shut up and come over here.” 

Rio immediately shuffled over to Agatha’s side of the blanket. Linking hands once more they lay down side by side, staring up at the slowly emerging stars.

“I’m really glad we got to have this,” Agatha admitted. 

Eventually, Agatha had enthusiastically agreed that acknowledging how this part of their relationship bled slightly into their regression wasn’t a problem considering they both consented and had caregiver-approval. Yet initially, a nagging voice in her head had told her it was wrong. She hadn’t had this vulnerable, tentative happiness as a real teenager because she was wicked and didn’t deserve it; not then and not now. But with Rio’s (admittedly slightly sweaty) palm clasped tightly in hers, she felt not only happiness, but also overwhelming safety. 

“Me too, we should do this again,” Rio echoed.

“Is that a promise?” Agatha held her breath.

“If you’d like, pretty girl,” Rio teased, throwing Agatha’s words back at her.

“Shut up,” Agatha muttered, with no real anger in her voice. She playfully jabbed her knee against Rio’s.

From the back door, Lilia stood watching the two, her arms folded against the faint evening chill. She couldn’t see their smiles, nor really hear their conversation from here, but their joyful giggles, Rio’s happy stimming as she knocked her feet together, and Agatha’s head resting calmly on Rio’s shoulder told her clearly enough how successful the date had been. 

…

Here is the photos from Pinterest that I used as inspiration for their outfits.

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My plans for the rest of the month.

My request information post.