DADDY ARTHUR!
NOT THAT DADDY BUT I DON’T MIND HIM BEING /THAT/ DADDY
IN WHICH THE OTHER CHILD (X) (X) OF THE GANG LOVES ARTHUR AS IF THEY ARE THEIR DADDY:
THE GANG WANT TO GET THEIR PORTRAITS!
FOR MEMORIES!
THEY ALL GOT DRESSED UP AND FANCY CLOTHES AND LOVELY BATHS
IT WAS THE KIDS’ TURN
THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS! ALWAYS HOLDING HANDS! NEVER LETTING EACH OTHER GO! SO THE GANG COULDN’T SEPARATE THEM TO TAKE THEIR INDIVIDUAL PORTRAITS!!!
CUTIEPIE JACK AND HIS FRIEND SAT ON ONE OF THE WOODEN BOXES WIGGLING THEIR LEGS AND GIGGLING TO EACH OTHER
PUTTING THEIR TINY HANDS AGAINST EACH EARS TO WHISPER PUNS TO EACH OTHER
THEY CREATED PUNS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW
THEY KNEW IT WAS MEAN TO MAKE FUN OF PPL BUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER HAD A FUNKY MUSTACHE AND A WEIRD ACCENT
“LOOK AT THE CAMERA PLEASE” THE PHOTOGRAPHER TRIED ANOTHER TIME
THEY LET OUT A SMALL WHEEZE AND LOOKED AT EACH OTHER
“JACK!” JACK LOOKED AT HIS DAD WHO WAS STANDING BEHIND THE CAMERA WHO CROSSED HIS ARM AND NODDING HIS HEAD AT THE PHOTOGRAPHER WHEN JACK LOOKED AT HIM
“OKAY GOOD ENOUGH! LOOK AT YOUR DADS!”
CHILD FRIEND LOOKS PUZZLED, KIND OF HURT, THEY DIDN’T HAVE A DAD. AND FELT WEIRD TO LOOK AT JOHN THEY LOOKED AROUND FROM LEFT TO RIGHT EXAMINING THE CAMP
UNTIL UNCLE ARTHUR CALLED THEM TO LOOK AT THEM
“FINALLY THANK YOU!” THE PHOTOGRAPHER SAID
JACK’S BEST BUD FELT FLUTTERED AND HAPPY WITH A FAINT BLUSH ON THEIR FACE UWUUUU ONCE THEY WERE DONE THEY GOT UP AND RAN TO UNCLE DADDY ARTHUR AND GAVE THEM A HUG THAT ALMOST FELT LIKE A CHOKEHOLD IT WAS SO PRECIOUS
UWU
LOSING MY FUCKING MIND