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♝: Reading a book together

Jongdae held the book in his hands as he let the other lean against him, reading it outloud, finding a smile come to his face despite his attempts not to let it show. He tangled his legs with the hybrid like boy, absently scratching behind his ears as he did with his children. 

“The baby will need exercise every day, though exercise for a baby is different than an adults. Taking it’s legs and moving them up and down and back and forth with prepare it’s muscles for growing more, and thus crawling.”

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"I think I broke it."

“Yeah that looks broken.” He murmurs as he holds up his phone, with two fingers on the edge that wasn’t horribly shattered. He sighed and shook his head, looking around before taking one of the diapers he always had packed now and setting it in it. He frowned. “Don’t worry about it. It was about time I got a new phone anyway.” He murmured, glancing at the other before blushing and scratching his head, embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry I ran into you too. I guess we should look where we’re going.” 

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The little boy waddles up to the older, his wings closed and pressed against his back. His tail is hidden inside his pants, and his second set of horns is hidden inside his shoulder length hair, the horns on top his head hidden underneath the baseball cap he was wearing. "Hello?"

Jongdae blinked at the sudden approach, a hand on Hana’s back as he help him against him, looking down before smiling as he sits down and chuckles. “Hello wee one. Can I help you?” He murmurs as he crouches down and sets Hana on the ground, the little girl looking at him then at his feet before speaking. “Why do you have dragon feet? Are you a dragon?” The girl asks, as she tugs on his shirt. 

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While dreaming

While JOngdae was always happy to be nice and welcoming to new people, getting slept on while riding the train was one of the few things he wasn’t cheery and open too. He looked to the sky, sighing softly as he wished for someone to help him out of this when he heard her mumbled. He blinked at the confession and looked at her, eyes full of wonder. What was she dreaming? 

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Taking notice of the scarlet seeping from the fresh wound, he hesitated taking further action, withdrawing to straighten out. “I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.” Mistakes on his behalf were unheard of, and punishable by himself. They were not allowed, and here failure was bleeding out from an accident. "Want for me to clean that up?"

Jongdae looked at his wound and sighed, scratching his head with his clean hand. “It’s fine. I do it all the time.’ He bit his lip as he tried to cover his knee, shrugging. “I don’t know, you seemed to make it worse.” He teased before nodding slightly. “I should heal fine if I can get it cleaned and covered... Yeah... I’ll accept you on that offer.” 

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Lu took a pink marker, slowly writing on the other's arm in the best way he could 'Umma <3 <3 '

He sat and watches at the other wrote, smiling down at him before kissing his head with a laugh. “Good job Lu, you wrote it all right. I’m very proud of you. You’ve been doing your homework.” 

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"Don’t touch me." -Cao Lu

His hands drew away as he looked down at her. He blinked slowly and puled his hands away just as slowly, confused. He had seen her laying on the ground and she looked to be wounded, yet she wouldn’t let him help her. He stared a bit longer before setting his jaw and frowning, grabbing onto her. “No. You're hurt. And I won’t let you go until I see what it needs.” 

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┼ -Caolu

3. Unconscious

He slipped into the stairwell loudly. And literally. He slid across the floor with his wet shoes before grasping the wall, blinking. He knew it was rainy, but this was ridiculous. Someone could get hurt on these stairs if they didn’t clean it up. As he stepped closer to the wall, his eyes fell upon a body at the bottom of the steps. 

“Shit.” He said before quickly running down the stairs and crouching beside the form. It was a female, he noted, as he turned her over. “Miss? Miss are you alright?”