@auraboosted said: 📚 [Send 📚 and I’ll write a drabble of an event from my muse’s past.]
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“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” Said from behind the newspaper.
“What do you think about the name... Spongebob?” In the typical fashion of a child, after asking that, perhaps looking for a distraction because he’s anxious, yellow hands reach out to nothing. He lays his palms against the table.
His father pulls the newspaper down to look at him. “Well, I think it’s a fine name.”
“Yeah,” one yellow hand goes to his mouth, but he remember he’s not supposed to bite his nails. He kicks the air quietly under the table and the surface of it gently with both hands. “That was your Daddy’s name.”
“It sure was. Was almost my name too.”
“What if, ummm... What if I picked that as my boy name?”
His father smiles. “Spongebob? Hmm. Honey, what do you think? He looks like a Spongebob, doesn’t he?” Asked of his wife, who brings two slices of pie to the table.
“Is that what you want to be your name?” She smiles brightly at her adopted child, one hand sliding his thin slice towards him and then the other laying upon the flat surface of his head for a little pat. “I think that’s very nice.”
Spongebob wiggles in his chair more, drawing his hands back and sitting up correctly. He’s smiling hugely, buck teeth on display.