#papa-rir

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

[Fenrir checked his equipment again. Food, scent patches, trackers, intercom. He put each piece on slowly.]

[Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked away.]

[He took them off again. Placing them on his desk again, he turned to the door. Out there, in the living room, was Diriel playing with their figures.]

[Fenrir talked to the Chief and Lieutenant Barbatos earlier. Steeling his resolve, the man removed the rest of his work clothes and changed into something more comfortable.]

[Lady Shax would arrive in an hour. Then they'd have dinner, and he'd tell Diriel.]

@dirichan

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

[Once they were done eating, Fenrir did the dishes, putting the leftover stew in a container and adding it to his fridge as Shakky and Direl played in the living area.]

[Once he was done, he sat on the couch and called Diriel over.]

"Diriel, can you come here for a moment?" [He asked, mentally preparing for the conversation ahead.]

@dirichan

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

Can diriel come out and play

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Age

Legal Identification

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

put little Diri-chan in a dress too itll be great for business

Diriel is a child. I will not be putting them in an dress unless they specifically ask me to.

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

your child is watching skibidi toilet help please

You should make Diri-chan watch like.. max and ruby..

...thank you for the notice

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

Does little Diri-chan eat their greens without issue?

Diriel often eats their greens with no issue, yes. But there are times where I have to be strict.

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

TONIGHT, MY BRETHREN, WE MARCH TO RECLAIM THE CHILD THAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS.

Try me.

[border-patrol-guard-dog]

[During a morning, when Fenrir was just about ready to leave for work, a small weight latches onto his leg, stubbornly gripping the leg of his pants.]

"Don't go... Or take me with you..." [A teary eyed child looks up at him and sniffles sadly.]

-Kid anon

TW: Past child-abuse. Panic attack-ish

[Fenrir looked down at the child, who met his gaze. He crouched down, leaving his signature green jacket folded on a nearby stool.]

"Work's no place for a kid. It's very boring." [He made an exaggerated dejected expression.] "And don't cry. You-" [shouldn't.]

[That's what he wanted to say. You shouldn't cry.]

['But wasn't that what they said to you?']

["Stop that." Pain. "You shameful stain." Tears. "You shouldn't cry."]

[Fenrir felt his throat close. He needed to snap out of it. The child was still there.]

"Don't cry. I'll come back." [He said, trying to mask the shakiness in his voice by using his 'Let's all reamin calm' voice. He put his hand on the child's shoulder again, hoping they couldn't feel it shaking.]