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bluehandyman:

attraction-whispers:

bluehandyman:

justanervousbroad started following you

attraction-whispers started following you

wearthehatbethekid started following you

Oh my there’s quite a few of you hello!

Hey there, hon.

Hello there Ma’am!

Lovely to meet you, I’m Briliant Handicrafter!

Brilliant Handicrafter, hm? 

…You must be pretty good with your hands then. 

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bluehandyman:

justanervousbroad started following you

attraction-whispers started following you

wearthehatbethekid started following you

Oh my there’s quite a few of you hello!

Hey there, hon.

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anawkwardlyawkwardgiraffe:

attraction-whispers:

> The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your thoughts of just leaving her be, and you slowly look up. Oh goodness, she was just as beautiful as ever. You stand there for a moment, mouth gaping open slightly, not sure of what to say. I’m sorry? I love you? I’m a fucking wreck and I have been since I left? All are true, but a child calling out “DADDY!” and slamming into you gives you something better to do. You hold Cherub close, smooching her cheek.

“‘ey baby, Daddy missed y’ lots an’ lots,” you mutter, pressing many gentle kisses to the top of her head. Then AW hugs you. Oh… Oh you missed that so much. Balancing Cherub on one hip, you wrap your now free arm around the Whelp, crushing her just as close. You understand. You’d rather it be said, and say it too, but you know that’s going down a bad road that neither of you can handle. It still makes you tear up, however.

“Daddy missed Mommy too,” you manage to whisper, knowing your voice would crack if you actually tried to use it.

It’s really quiet, but you do manage to hear that last whispered part, and it takes everything you have to force back the tears pressing against your eyes. Thankfully, Cherub seems so overjoyed at seeing Aggie again that you can’t help but have a smile on your face…goodness, seeing your daughter smiling is always a surefire way to get at least a chuckle out of you .

“Thanks for coming back, Aggie,” you mutter back, planting a kiss on your tit sister’s neck before pulling back. Behind you, Grace (now much older than she was before) toddles in with uneasy footsteps, having heard the commotion from upstairs. She too seems very happy to see the woman who helped raise both of them, and she makes straight for Aggie’s legs once you provide a wide enough opening for her…oh crap. You’d forgot to tell her Grace could walk now too. 

“‘s only f’r a little bit. Bu’ I’ll come ‘roun’ more often.” You smooch her cheek as she’s pulling away, readjusting your grip on your older daughter. Then you see Grace. She seems so delighted to see you but… she’s walking? She’s walking! And right towards you. You pick her up and balance her on your other hip, now looking like a bit of a kidnapping creep, but you’re so happy you’re actually smiling. Not your usual condescending smirk, but the dorky, genuine smile that AW and your babies always somehow manage to drag out of you.

“Looks like someone’s been doin’ some growin’ while I’ve been away, huh?” You giggle and peck Grace’s forehead. “Th’ both of y’. You been bein’ good t’ mommy?”

"They’ve been like little angels," you smirk…you’re so glad Aggie’s here and smiling, of all things. You were pretty certain you’d pissed her off enough that she’d never come back; never even look in your direction anymore. You’d fucked up and you were prepared to learn to get on with the fact that you simply didn’t deserve her anymore…and then this happens. Your entire day…scratch that, your entire week, has brightened considerably. 

"They’ve been like angels and they’re the best sisters to each other…it’s really fun watching them play together." 

Cherub is still smiling and she leans over to give Aggie a kiss in return, while Grace flails about and makes happy nonsense noises, trying to mimic words that she’ll be saying eventually. You smile and pat the girls on their heads, turning back to Aggie and looking straight into her eye when you speak. 

"Well, even if it’s only for a little while, you’re still welcome here…whenever you want to come in; you don’t even have to ask, Aggie. You know that. I’m always going to let you in…sometimes, the girls just need to see their daddy…and sometimes, I do to." 

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> The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your thoughts of just leaving her be, and you slowly look up. Oh goodness, she was just as beautiful as ever. You stand there for a moment, mouth gaping open slightly, not sure of what to say. I’m sorry? I love you? I’m a fucking wreck and I have been since I left? All are true, but a child calling out “DADDY!” and slamming into you gives you something better to do. You hold Cherub close, smooching her cheek.

“‘ey baby, Daddy missed y’ lots an’ lots,” you mutter, pressing many gentle kisses to the top of her head. Then AW hugs you. Oh… Oh you missed that so much. Balancing Cherub on one hip, you wrap your now free arm around the Whelp, crushing her just as close. You understand. You’d rather it be said, and say it too, but you know that’s going down a bad road that neither of you can handle. It still makes you tear up, however.

“Daddy missed Mommy too,” you manage to whisper, knowing your voice would crack if you actually tried to use it.

It’s really quiet, but you do manage to hear that last whispered part, and it takes everything you have to force back the tears pressing against your eyes. Thankfully, Cherub seems so overjoyed at seeing Aggie again that you can’t help but have a smile on your face…goodness, seeing your daughter smiling is always a surefire way to get at least a chuckle out of you .

"Thanks for coming back, Aggie," you mutter back, planting a kiss on your tit sister’s neck before pulling back. Behind you, Grace (now much older than she was before) toddles in with uneasy footsteps, having heard the commotion from upstairs. She too seems very happy to see the woman who helped raise both of them, and she makes straight for Aggie’s legs once you provide a wide enough opening for her…oh crap. You’d forgot to tell her Grace could walk now too. 

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anawkwardlyawkwardgiraffe:

> You arrive at your old place right when you expected, still mentally unprepared. What if KR moved in with her already? What if your kids call him daddy now? You shake your head, resisting the powerful urge to just walk away, and knock on the door. You could just go inside, like you did on Christmas, but that’s rude. And AW might need some time to prepare. Or would she? Is she mad at you? You’d be mad if you were her. Hell, you’re still upset with yourself. When she finally opens the door, she sees you muttering to yourself.

> You weren’t all that prepared yourself when you heard the knock at the door, not expecting Aggie to come by so quickly. You’d thought she’d be too busy with Hussie or Slick of whoever she was rolling with nowadays to just drop everything and visit, but you’re so glad that she came that you don’t waste anytime going downstairs to open the door for her. Cherub looks up from playing with Grace as you pass by their room in the hall and follows you down; curious as to who could possibly be at the door. 

> When you finally open up and lay your eyes on Aggie, there’s an uncomfortable silence that follows, broken only by Cherub’s overjoyed exclamation of “DADDY!” and the sound of the toddler grayling running and jumping into the one-eyed woman’s arms. Only then do you allow yourself to come forward and wrap your arms around Aggie, giving her a hug that you can only hope says what you need to say to her. 

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autonomousgiraffa said: i msis you like hell

I know Aggie…

I miss you too…

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autonomousgiraffa said: 'ey uh... Was thinkin' abou' visitin' you an' th' kids next time I'm in th' City... Would y' mind terribly?

…Of course I wouldn’t mind Aggie. Come in whenever you feel like, okay? 

Text 28 Dec

Anonymous said: >AW: Go downstairs to find the living room filled with gifts for you and the girls, practical as well as spoiling. The labels say they're from "AG"

> It’s not so much the early morning sun piercing through the shades than it is the squeal from Cherub coming from downstairs that wakes you…at first, you’d thought there had been a break-in, and that your daughter was in danger, and as a result you end up arriving to see the gifts with a gun in your hand.

To be fair, you weren’t expecting them either…up until recently the sparse amount of presents you had gotten your daughters were the only things underneath the unadorned and superficial Christmas tree standing in your living room; and as you scoop your oldest daughter up and check the labels, you can’t help but crack a little bit on the inside. You return to your room to put the gun away and wake Grace up so that the two of them could tear into their gifts, and you watch them through misty eyes…Frog, you’ve never seen them this excited. 

However, your attitude changes when you notice something else behind the tree…something not exactly a gift…more like a person. Maybe someone did break in. 

Text 8 Dec AW: ==> Be painfully alone.

How long has it been since she’d said her goodbyes? Days? Weeks? Months? A year? 

You had more or less lost track of time in this big, empty place you now knew would never be filled with the presence of your freakishly tall, one-eyed friend…no, she was more than a friend. She was your sister…your tit sister. It’s painful to remember her by that name, but your relationship was far too close for you to simply be Agatha Giraffe’s friend.

Your daughters had lost the only “father” who’d given a shit about them, and you lost the one friend you put all your trust into, all over a few simple words. You’d tried everything, but eventually, Aggie stopped responding to the messages; wouldn’t even bother come if only to check on the kids. KR was a big help once you’d gotten out of the hospital, but he didn’t live here and you didn’t trust him quite that much yet, the threat of Lady Mirthful coming again and attacking notwithstanding. As you recovered the metaphorical hole in your heart remained ragged and raw, and while you continued to keep up a strong image in hopes of being an example for your children, you felt weak and naked inside. 

You were a former cop, bred strong and proud; a shining example of Prospitian law personified. You were a small carapacian but that was simply power condensed into a small package, a small ball of muscle capable of tackling the likes of someone as large as Mirthful were they not endowed with the powers to bend reality and space. You were a mother of two and, using the funds that you simply could never repay to Aggie, got by quite well without ever having to take the streets again. 

You were the Alluring Whelp…but you could only go on like this for so much longer. 

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