Peder's squealing laughter was actually pretty awesome. Hel's other hand moved to play with his other wing, rubbing her thumbs across the incredibly soft baby fuzz feathers. "Your mother is going to have a heart attack when you can start flying away from her--" The reaper's eyes went wide and she immediately stilled as Peder burped. Her eyes then darted to the side where she saw the bit of spittle.
...
She was not cleaning that up.
Nope. Not her babe, and not her problem. She was truly the worst sister.
Hel than paused again as she caught a whiff of something.
"Oh--" One hand left his wing to start fanning his behind to make the smell thin out. "Peder, that is
foul." Hel then made a grumpy face that'd put Mac to shame as she picked up the babe once more, and this time flipped him over onto his back. She placed him back on her lap, with his bum touching her stomach, and his body and head cradled in the dip of her legs meeting. Her hands then moved to grasp his.
"Who wants a scareling, hm?" She asked the babe in a cooing tone. "You make messes and you cause sleep loss, and I know for certain your mother and father are not ******** each other like rabbits like they used to with you right now~" She was a terrible aunt, talking to Peder this way. Good thing he didn't understand a lick of what she was saying and wouldn't remember as he got older anyways.
"It is a good thing, I suppose, that your mother and father will give you brothers and sisters, because you will certainly not have any cousins from me." (So Hel thought, but her RPer had other plans).
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