dear_mun | Finally brought over to DW

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Finally brought over to DW

Well hello dear,

I'm a little upset that it took so long to bring me over! Think of all the fun we missed out on!

But that you came back to me means so much, dear.

Now then, we need to find me a game, don't you think? Who doesn't love a good game?

All my love,

Other Mother

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[Thank you for lighting up his day.]

We~ll... I'd say I've seen that beautiful face before. [Gleeeeeeem.]

[She better lighten it up, all things considered.]

Pumpkin! [She smiles just as warmly before waving a hand at him.] It's been so long.

[Well, considering the place he's at just flooded and pretty much wrecked up the bottom floor of the family home... He also needed the lighting up.

Plus, even if she didn't light it up, he'd never tell her that. god no.

He walks forward, taking her hand smoothly.]

To~o long. 'Not been the same 'round here without you, honeybunch.

Oh you... I'm afraid my little dear of a mun simply didn't have any desire to play me until you came along. So I really must thank you for that.

[She smiles and gestures for him to come closer.] Come here.

[Have that plain, goofy grin. He's happy to have done something right.

He moves in closer. She's in a good mood, so it probably won't be anything bad, right? He's just happy to see her again.]

[She is happy. And when she's happy, she's kind and sweet. Oh, everything is still well within her control. However, she can allow herself to play doting wife. She taps his nose gently before holding his cheek.]

I think a big delicious meal is in order, don't you? All your favorites.

I~ do indeed. [actual. food.

He leans in bravely, giving her a peck on the lips. This is how she should always be; he doesn't mind if she has control over him in any way, as long as she's not... that.]

'Haven't eaten a proper meal in a looo~ng time. [The Johto kids cooked for him a few times when they were at the home, but pretty much everyone's learnt that their Other Father is the worst person at cooking and is to be stopped if ever bringing food out of a cupboard.]

[She allows the kiss. She has never indulged herself in them. They are a tool, a means of control and use. While Other Father may perhaps find some joy in the action, she can only think of how it binds him to her all the tighter. But she is so very good at pretending. She smiles and allows the kiss to deepen, to lengthen. She pulled away before it became too much, before it became obscene.]

I'm sure you haven't! You silly thing! You must be as hungry as a pumpkin.

[He wouldn't dare let it get too much; he had seen others do it now, but he's also seen kids be disgusted by it. Whether there are no kids here or not, his existence was to be a good Other Father and husband. He wouldn't dare do something that he wasn't originally taught to do in the presence of Mother.]

What're we havin'?