#littlelikeg

[burlybrute-blog]

Enter a wild G, practically flinging himself into his father's embrace. "Papa, Papa, Papa!" He's vibrating with excitement, hasn't been this jacked up since they had gotten him Chocolat. "I felt the baby! It's movin', Papa!" Hazel eyes as big as saucers, grin displaying the brand new gap in his teeth from losing his first baby tooth. "You gotta feel it!"

           he wasn’t expecting his son to come flying into his arms, a startled yelp escaping him before he moved to look at the boy. “ the baby ! did you feel him kick ? ” he asked his boy, running his hands through his brown locks & smiling. he was such a handsome boy, after all, he was gaston’s son. of course he was cute. “ come on then, i’ll come feel. ” he’d been cleaning one of his guns, but that could wait until later. 

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[bolsteriing-blog]

Hi Uncle LeFou!!! I got cookies, do you wanna cookie?????

LeFou opened and shut his mouth. A few curious synapses fired, drawing up ill-fitting pieces in the picture of how and why Gaston’s son was eagerly waving a pastry under his nose. His mind hardly wandered down the route that his father had baked him anything. Gaston supplied food in only the most literal of senses, a call to meal usually preceded by gracelessly dropping his latest kill onto the table. As for Belle–– her hands were more likely covered in soot, not flour, chasing after the fancies of engineering, rather than the culinary arts. 

“I think the real question is,” he smirked, “where did you get the cookies?” 

There wouldn’t be a punishment. There never was. One of the many traits the boy had apparently inherited from his father was an uncanny ability to pluck the word “no” from LeFou’s vocabulary. 

[nogoodnessimproveme-archive]

Hi Prince Adam! How are you!? I like your hair!!!

“Well hello there. Thank you, I do work very hard to keep my hair… groomed. And how are you? “