#implied snufmin

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Architects: Sniff Appreciation Day is every day, Annoy Snork Day is 365 days a year

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Snufkin was a delightful groomsman that day

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ID: digital sepia-toned colored drawing of an adult Snufkin holding a baby moomin/mumrik hybrid. Snufkin has long messy brown hair, mymble antennae, and dark furry paws. He has a gentle expression as he looks down at the baby. A speech bubble has him say "Sisu, would you like to hold your little sibling?"

In the bottom right is Sisu, a mumrik/mymble/tulippen hybrid child of about eight years old. They have brown skin, lavender hair, and long elfish ears. They're pouting angrily, saying, "It's ugly", to which Snufkin replies "So were you". End ID

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Comfort for Snufkin

"I know what's going on when he gets like this." Moomintroll spoke first. Snufkin's father, the Joxter, stood beside the young troll, looking out at Snufkin, who sat on the riverbank, gripping his fishing pole tightly. His legs bounced up and down and he tapped anxiously on the pole. "He's stimming. Something's bothering him." Moomintroll spoke once again, tail twitching with worry. "I think you should talk to him, Joxter." He looked up at the man in question, who gave him a surprised expression.

"Me?" The Joxter asked, pointing a claw at himself.

"Yes, I don't think anyone else here is named Joxter." Moomin answered. "He's really attached to you, Joxter. He wants to be your son and for you to be his father, like how me and Moominpappa are."

"Why not you? He adores you!"

Moomintroll shook his head.

"Not tonight. He needs you to do this." He turned away and headed inside. "Don't worry. You'll do fine." He closed the door gently behind him. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to run to Snufkin and give him a hug, but he knew better. Snufkin needed his father.

And so, the Joxter took a deep breath and let it out, cracking his knuckles.

"Can't be too hard, right?" He mumbled. "Okay, Joxter, you can do this." He walked off the porch, across the bridge, and to his son. He waved momentarily to alert him he was approaching before taking a seat beside him. "Hey there, Snuf."

"Hi."

"Are... you doing okay?"

"Just fine."

The Joxter huffed, his brow furrowing. He obviously wasn't fine, but he wouldn't pressure it out of him.

"Okay. That's good. Well, if you need to talk to someone, I'm... I'm here, okay?" He hesitated for a moment before putting an arm around his son in a small, awkward hug. Snufkin tensed before relaxing, leaning into his dad. "Ah! Snufkin, you're freezing!"

"I know." Snufkin mumbled, "I'm used to it." He gave a small, fake smile. "It's fine."

"Nonsense!" Joxter stood quickly, nearly passing out because of how fast he stood. "I'll get you a blanket." He said after reorienting himself.

"No, really, I'm fine. Can you just sit here with me for awhile?" Snufkin asked, not looking up. The Joxter paused, ears twitching.

"Sure, son." He sat down again.

Snufkin spoke after a long, painful silence.

"I'm not really fine."

The Joxter looked over at him.

"What's wrong then, Snufkin?"

"Well..." The young mumrik fiddled with his fishing pole, staring at the water. "I'm just scared. I'm scared that you don't want me, or that mom hates me and wishes I wasn't here... or that Moomin will forget me when I leave for winter."

The Joxter looked over at him, tail twitching. He looked down at the water as well, gently pulling Snufkin into a hug once again.

"I'm so sorry Snufkin." He murmured. "Of course I want you! I'd love to be your father, to be there for you, if you'd allow it." He gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry that I didn't find out about you sooner. And that young Moomintroll could never forget about you. He loves you quite a bit, Snufkin. So does my dear Mymble. She's just... not the best mother, I suppose."

Snufkin gave a tiny chuckle, which more-or-less came out as an exhale through his nose.

"Don't let her hear you say that, papa."

The Joxter's heart skipped a beat. He bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes as he registered the name. Papa.

"I won't, kiddo." He choked out, trying his best not to smile like a total idiot. It barely worked. Snufkin snuggled closer to him, purring quietly. He leaned his head on his father's chest and shut his eyes, taking comfort in finally having a father to rely on.

"Thanks, papa." He muttered, tail twitching slightly. "This meant a lot to me."

"'Course, kiddo. Anything for my son." The Joxter ruffled his hair, chuckling at the angry expression he received. "I love you, son."

"... I love you too, papa."

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Soft boys...

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