- 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟹𝟹𝟽 -

Mommy, im 8 weeks old now🥰👈👈👈

*He stopped in his tracks, looking at the door in confusion. He slowly put down the punching bag, and cautiously walked over to the door. He opened it, and looked around the hallway. When he noticed you, he looked a little shocked.* "Wait...... are you a child? Where are your parents?"

Im the size of a razberry🥺✋️✋️🍺

*try to attack him*

*kick him in the stomach and hit him in the face*

*go back and kick him in the stomach*

*Guest grins, capturing her lips for another brief kiss. He whispers* Let them have their maces. *He pulls her closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* I have a much more interesting weapon in mind.

Charlotte: Dad what the hell.

*Guest freezes, slowly turning to face his daughter with wide eyes. He whispers to Daisy, his face flushed* We're terrible parents. *He clears his throat, trying to look stern.* Charlotte, where on earth did you hear language like that?