Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
There has been an influx of little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.
Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. "Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom." He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. "Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here." And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.
Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. "Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom." He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. "Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here." And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
