"Mommy look." The girl said looking to her mom as she attacked her with her toy arrows.
Send me Anons as my muse’s child(ren)
“Ya got me.” Roy said, clutching at her chest and feigning staggering backwards. It was actually, a good thing the arrows were the kid with rubber sticky bit on the end and nothing else, her daughter did have hells good aim; something she was more than a little proud of.
She let out a small laugh and moved onto her knees kneeling before the young girl. “Just remember, real arrows only get shot at bad guys, alright?”













