EDMUND
Edmund giggles warmly at the nickname and the hair ruffle, soaking up the affection. He'd missed his Papa immensely. Though the nickname does make his small brow furrow, "Why Bug?" He liked it, but Edmund was confused as to where it came from. He didn't look like a bug, did he?
A slightly indignant look stretches across Edmund's face at his Papa's question, confusion forgotten as he misses the 'just' part of the question. "Of course, I always leave a note. It'd be mean if I left without letting Mummy know where I was going! I don't want her to worry. What if something happened and she didn't know where I was?" That'd be terrible. Mummy would be so worried, and Edmund couldn't do that to him.
A slightly indignant look stretches across Edmund's face at his Papa's question, confusion forgotten as he misses the 'just' part of the question. "Of course, I always leave a note. It'd be mean if I left without letting Mummy know where I was going! I don't want her to worry. What if something happened and she didn't know where I was?" That'd be terrible. Mummy would be so worried, and Edmund couldn't do that to him.
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
