#kid!tyler

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@samoan-sass wants a Kid!Tyler starter

“ ‘scuse me, Mister... But... Why you got all them patterns on your arm?”

He’d been plucking up the courage for a good ten minutes to approach the giant man. Dark eyes wide as they scanned the tattoos trailing all the way up his arm and disappearing under his shirt. 

Tyler had seen people with tattoos before, but never anything quite like this. Nothing so intricate and bold. And so to his child mind, logic dictated that this must be something very different.

“Did someone draw them on you?”

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@hvllion wants a Kid!Tyler starter

“Can I have my ball back, please...”

A little voice chirped behind Paige. A little voice belonging to a small, skinny boy with scuffed knees and a cloud of dark, curly hair. He looked no older than seven years old, but his way of speaking put him around ten.

“It’s stuck behind your wheely bag.”

The little boy pointed to where a bright red ball was wedged between Paige’s suitcase and her rental car. Perhaps he’d kicked it a little harder than intended, but his face was the picture of innocence.