one never knows

indie aviator from le petit prince film and novel

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unexpected parenthood

@petitprince​ a continué ✈️

“It certainly needs some sprucing up-- but it’s brand new and all ours. We’ve a big back yard where I can work on the plane-- I could build you a jungle gym if you wanted.” He explained, walking into the home, setting down the boxes he’d been carrying. 

“A jungle gym is a playset for children-- with swings and ladders to climb. Maybe a pole to slide down. Whatever you wish.” It could be a bit much but it was better than the desert. He’d get his plane fixed up-- find a way to the stars, somehow, so he could get the Prince home.

But that would take considerable time, effort, and resources. In the meantime, why not enjoy themselves here?

“How about you head on upstairs-- there are a few rooms. You can pick the one you’d like to be yours. We’ll get you a proper bed, paint the walls-- decorate-- you’ll see.” There was a tone of unbridled enthusiasm in his voice. He’d wanted a child-- a family for so long. His hands were practically trembling from nervousness.

What if the Prince didn’t like it here? What if he wanted to leave?

No-- he reassured himself-- We’ll find a way. It would take some getting used to, but this was only a temporary situation, right?

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@petitprince

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Sum my muse up as a news article title

Example: “Local man gets what he deserves”, “Local man fucks everything up.”, etc etc. Bonus points if you make the mun laugh.

[localstarboy]

i just laughed for 15 minutes straight

[tundrakatiebean]

[captions]

Adult off camera: let me see what you have!

Child (exuberantly): A KNIFE!

Adult: Nooo!

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toni has earnestly wanted children for years-- ever since meeting the prince in the sahara desert. 

regrettably, he was viewed as ‘too different’-- too ‘inessential’ when it came to adopting a child. he tried for years of course-- but no agency wanted to hear from him unless he was happily married and in a standard home.

he became quite well known as the neighborhood shifted around him-- the eccentric man, living alone in his house with his animals and his unkempt lawn and worst of all-- his plane.

as he didn’t fit in with societal norms-- he was disregarded and often ignored. over the years he’d entertain children in the neighborhood, try to tell them the story of the little prince, only to be shunned. yet he held onto the hope that one day someone would come along-- someone different like him.

someone who’d listen.

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GRANDPA TONI IS GONNA ADOPT ALL OF YOU

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prince was the closest thing toni ever had to a child of his own-- he never married and never really had a family. he was too different for those around him.

but he was never alone. many were the nights he spoke to the stars, chatting as if his prince was right there beside him. he would tell his stories of adventures he’d had-- things he’d done. no matter what, when he looked to the stars, he could hear that laughter.

there were nights when he’d have dreams-- dreams of seeing the prince again. or being visited by the fox-- sometimes dreams involving a chat with the rose. they left him feeling bittersweet come morning.

toni has had a slew of neighbors over the years, none of them with children of their own-- until one summer...

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“That--- that should clean off easily enough. The birds got a bit spooked, is all.” Toni would likely end up cleaning the vehicle himself, given the opportunity. But the vehicle had been parked under one of the trees on his property, specifically one where the pigeons had been nesting.

One couldn’t blame nature for taking its course. Still-- there was a small amount of guilt involved here. He wanted to make friends-- to be liked-- especially since his time was nearly up. Life had grown ever so lonely-- and often reminded Toni of the little prince he’d met so long ago.

His precious little prince-- how he missed him so.

“I’ll go grab a bucket-- I’ve got suds around somewhere, too!”

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                   All grown-ups were once children...                      but only few of them remember it.