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Fayth
Nickname: N/A Gender: Female Stage: Child Sexuality & Status: N/A Height: N/A Weight: Weighs more than she looks Nature: Tempest Type:: Water/Ice/Normal (What's this? Fire isn't present? How interesting~)
Likes: Bath time, snacks!, the beach
Dislikes: Getting dressed! #nakedisthetruepath, Being told she can't do something
Personality: Unlike her father, Dream, Fayth isn't the least bit concerned with her looks. In fact, most days she'll dress herself and come out looking as if a closet blew up on her. She's a sweet, generally easy going child when she's got enough snacks at hand, but a total brat when she's hungry.
Taking after her papa, Quinn, the little gal is a polite soul who generally likes looking after the safety of others. (She likes playing the helper when her younger cousins are around!) Fayth isn't shy in the least, which often gets her into trouble, since she'll talk with strangers and put herself in the spotlight when it's available. All in all this little gal seems to follow the beat of her own drum.
Background: Fayth originated as an egg given to Quinn and Dream. Shortly after her hatching her father's got into an argument that ended with Dream leaving. She's been raised by her papa and grandma Wendy, with sparse appearances by her father. Even with multiple assurances that it wasn't her fault that he left, and that Dream does in fact love her very much, Fayth is beginning to think she was the reason he walked.
Type: Normal Number: #446 Average Height: 2’0” Average Weight: 231.5lbs Species: Big Eater Pokemon Gender: ♂: 87.5% ♀: 12.5% Resistant: None Weaknesses: Fighting 2× Immune: Ghost 0× Evolves to: Snorlax
Type: Normal Number: #143 Average Height: 6’11” Average Weight: 1014.1lbs Species: Sleeping Pokemon Gender: ♂: 87.5% ♀: 12.5% Resistant: None Weaknesses: Fighting 2× Immune: Ghost 0× Evolves to: None
Type: Water/Ice Number: #131 Average Height: 8'02" Average Weight: 485.0 lbs. Species: Transport Pokémon Gender: ♂: 50% Female ♀: 50% Resistant: Water ½×, Ice ¼× Weaknesses: Fighting 2×, Rock 2×, Grass 2×, Electric 2× Immune: None Evolves to: None
Type: Fire Number: #037 Average Height: 2'0" Average Weight: 21.8 lbs. Species: Fox Pokémon Gender: ♂: 25% ♀: 75% Resistant: Ice ½×, Steel½×, Fire½×, Grass½×, Fairy ½× Weaknesses: Ground 2×, Rock 2×, Water 2× Immune: None Evolves to: Ninetales
Type: Fire Number: #038 Average Height: 3'07" Average Weight: 43.9 lbs. Species: Fox Pokémon Gender: ♂: 25% ♀: 75% Resistant: Ice ½×, Steel½×, Fire½×, Grass½×, Fairy ½× Weaknesses: Ground 2×, Rock 2×, Water 2× Immune: None Evoles to: None
Child - > Teen 2 Months Time (May 20 - July 20) 1 Response to the growths/changes caused by the star they found. x 4 PDs - Isabela, Dream/Quinn, Libby, Mistaya 2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries - One & Two 1 Skill Learned - Water Gun 1 Evolution! - Yes! Evolving to Lapras / Ninetales / Snorlax
Hair Style: Black in the back, shiny ninetales inspired bangs. A cute updo; cc on style
Eyes: Same as they are now
Attitude/Nature: Still likes to get her snack on. Pretty happy, munchy, beach girl.
Clothing Style: Hawaiian / Beach inspired. Maybe a bikini with some sort of wrap around her waist?
Body Style: Plus size; so, on the thicker side, with a bigger bust and hips. Sorta like this.
Pokemon Features: Keeping her skin tone/markings, horn, longer nails, tail. As she's evolving I would like to see her ears change to match a Shiny Ninetales
Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 5:34 pm
Response to Growth - Child
Quinn
It had been a long day for Quinn, he'd not been sleeping well in awhile now, and he had circles under his eyes as a result. Nothing bad, just a few sleepless nights. Tonight was turning out to be the same way. He'd put Fayth to bed some time before, after a long walk with her, playing with some toys, before doing dinner, bath time, a couple of stories, and cuddling her till she dozed off. Then he'd gone around and done some house work. Now, he was laying in bed staring at the ceiling, and waiting for sleep to find him. He was thankful that Urban had gone through and packed away all the reminders of Dream, it had helped in a way. Though he had a picture of Dream holding Fayth in her room for her. He wouldn't deny her that. But, it didn't make sleep any easier to find.
Fayth
Waking up with a growling stomach was the worst. Finding herself stuck in torn clothes that were way too tight was almost as bad. Fayth pulled and tugged, grunting until all the material was off of her before sitting up. In sleep ridden frustration she brushed back strands of longer hair away from her face until it stood up like a mane around her skull. Something was...off. Fayth just couldn't place what it was.
At least, until she stood up in her crib and found herself able to lean over the railing. Her first reaction was to be afraid, since now she was so much higher, but...if she was bigger then she wouldn't have to wait for daddy to help her...so as nimbly as she could, which wasn't very, Fayth scrambled her way out of the crib and onto the floor. She slipped out of the open doorway onto wobbly legs, finally deciding to go down into a half-crawl as she meandered her way into the kitchen. Where was all the good stuff? Fayth opened a cabinet, found nothing but bowls, slammed the door and opened another, continuing the process until she found the fridge. Oh, what a find!
Quinn
He had almost found sleep, when he began to hear noises coming from the house and he stiffened, listening to rustling and rummaging. To a cabinet slamming, and he was on his feet quickly, moving to where his gun safe was. The combination was entered quickly, able to do so in the dark thanks to plenty of practice, and he withdrew a small gun before closing it back, and slowly making his way towards the sound. The kitchen? Must be a thief after silver…not that we have that at least. he had the gun held in his hand, the safety off as he crept silently through the house, not wanting to wake Fayth. He must’ve forgotten to set the alarm or something he figured.
Fayth
Sitting infront of the opened fridge was a little naked girl, covered in a mixture of cottage cheese and yogurt. The easier containers of food to open were already picked over; corpses of half eaten packages lay scattered around her. What she really wanted was a pickle, but for the life of her Fayth couldn't seem to get the lid off this one! She grunted, trying her best to twist it like she'd seen daddy do, but between her lack of strength and slippery fingers it wasn't budging. Then a noise caught her attention and she looked up, but was unable to see thanks to the island being in her way. For the first time that night she felt afraid. Fayth clutched the pickles to her chest, and backed behind the open door to shield herself.
Quinn
Quinn was wearing just a pair of shorts, and he cursed himself for not grabbing his shell vest from the hook, but now wasn’t the time to fret over it. He needed to find and neutralize the threat before it became a danger to him, or worse his daughter. He was in hunter mode, and as he heard the noises in the kitchen quiet, he stopped moving, listening. Damn. Must’ve heard me coming…. he figured the intruder was still in the kitchen though, and swiftly, he was slamming his hand on the light switch, gun extended and pointing at…. Nothing? There was no one he could see unless they were hiding behind the island which was possible he knew, and so keeping the gun held firmly in hand, he came around…only to pause again seeing the food all over the floor half eaten, or entirely gone. He followed the mess to the fridge, where he blinked a moment, and there went his safety back on, and the gun set onto the island for the moment. “Fayth? What are you doing out of bed?” though as he looked her over he realized she didn’t look like the same baby he’d put to bed a few hours before, and blinked a moment in surprise.
Fayth
When the lights abruptly came on Fayth whimpered, and covered her eyes with her free hand. She rubbed at her crimson eyes while they adjusted and when she looked up...Fayth could only smile when she saw that the scary noise was her daddy. "I was hungry." Looking over the mess in the light the little girl's smile just grew. "Really hungry." She tried to stand up, but walking for the first time, especially with a new body, was harder than it looked! At first she used the pickle jar as a balance aid, with it on the ground in front of her, but it didn't take her long to slip and fall back down in her mess.
Quinn
He couldn’t help but laugh softly at her explaining just why she was out of her bed, and sitting in a pile of empty packages and all. He saw the death grip she’d had on the pickles, and stepped in as she fell down, scooping her up quickly. “You are a mess my darling girl. Were you trying to get a pickle?” with her in one hand, he grabbed the jar with the other, and easily popped open the jar even with holding her. He fished one out and held it out to her, looking at the mess on her and the floor. “Still hungry? Or ready for another bath?” he kicked the fridge shut with his foot, he’d clean that up once she was back to bed. Once his hand was free he took the gun off the island, and tucked it in the back of his waist band. He’d get that put up in a moment.
Fayth
Fayth squirmed around in her daddy's hold, looking around with wide eyes. It all looked so different now! Still big, but smaller, too. She squealed happily and took the whole pickle into her hands, nomming on the end in utter contentment with her little ears perked. "Can I eat my pickle in the bath?" The possibility of playing in the bath again was nice, but if she had to leave her pickle...the horror! "Daddy why I am..." Fayth struggled with the word and scrunched up her brows, chewing on her pickle in intense thought. Finally she growled in a huff and pouted, unable to think of it and too frustrated to keep trying.
Quinn
He laughed at her asking to eat the pickle in the bath, and mentally shrugged. Why not. He did detour to the bedroom long enough to return the gun to the safe and closed it back up before he headed to the bathroom. “You can have your pickle in the bath yes. Just keep it out of the water.” He was making mental note to go shopping the next day for more food for her. But first…clothes would be needed. Which meant calling Wendy. “You’re growing up baby, it happens to everyone. I just didn’t think you’d grow so much so soon. Your dad is going to be surprised when he sees you next time.” Once the tub had a decent amount of water in it, he set Fayth into the water then pickle and all. “I think you might need a big girl bed now.” And possibly bigger meal portions….he recalled growing up and eating all the time. The Munchlax was strong in this one.
Fayth
It didn't take the girl long to make it halfway through the pickle thanks to her big, eager bites. The sour taste was always something that caused her lips to pucker, but in a good way. Not like the puckering she did when her dad was mentioned. "Gotta see me to be surprised." In truth, Fayth could barely remember the man and that was only because of the one picture that was still around. She'd looked at it enough times to still remember him even after the transition. She sank down into the water up to her head, blowing bubbles around the pickle even after being told not to put it into the water. It's not as if it stopped her from eating it. Sitting up, she bounced up to put her elbows on the tub rim. "Is it gonna be big like yours?"
Quinn
His heart ached at her words, but she was right. He’d have to see her to be surprised. Quinn got child support regularly from him, there was always money in his bank account to care for their daughter. He reached in to snag the now soaked pickle from her, rolling his eyes a moment at how well she listened. Silly child. “Not as big as mine darling no. But it’ll be bigger than your crib is, with room to grow. And no bars to climb over.” He chuckled softly, and got the washcloth he used for her bath earlier, and began to wipe the food off his daughter. “Grandma is going to be surprised to see you, I’ll have to call her in the morning so she can bring you clothes that fit. Or watch you so I can go buy them.” But he had a feeling it would be Wendy. He wouldn’t deny her the chance to shop for her granddaughter.
Fayth
Fayth made grabby hands for the pickle, and pouted when it was taken away from her completely. "Wasn't done!" She whined. Sitting back, she tried to keep up her pouting face, but there was something about water that calmed her. It didn't take her long for Fayth to start splashing and playing around, making a seemingly simple bath all the harder for a tired father. "Ya think so? Oooh oooh, maybe you don't tell her, so when she see me, she gets all surprised like you!" Fayth held out her hands and gesticulated while she talked before laughing. Her thick tail thumped on the sides of the tub.
Quinn
“Nope no more pickle. It’s in dirty water now.” Which to him made it inedible. He knew though at this point, it was more a case of eat it all, regardless of location. He’d just make sure she had large, filling meals, and plenty of snacks as needed. “I am more than certain she’ll be surprised to see you. I’ll call her in the morning to have her come over. For tonight, I’ll give you one of my shirts to sleep in.” it’s all there was for her after all. He’d make sure that larger sizes were bought, in case of a repeat down the road. He chuckled at how happy she was in the bath, these moments made him forget how tired he was, and he ran a hand over her hair gently. “You sure do love the water. I swear you’re more like me than your dad.” He mused quietly. Dream always did say Fayth didn’t like him for some reason. And for being part Vulpix, she seemed more at home in water than near hot things.
Fayth
Fayth blew more bubbles in the water, and flipped around onto her back, using her feet to push her up into a sitting position with her back to the faucet. She preened under her daddy's affection and reached her hands up to slosh around the last remnants of food into the shampoo. "He's too hot," Fayth snubbed her nose and shook her head, tossing little clumps of suds here and there. "Like sun or soup hot." She didn't like that, nope nope! Especially when she was stuffed up in itchy blankets and warm clothes. Some of the soap ran into her ears, giving her a case of the chills. "Ew ew ewewwewewew, it's in my eaaarrrr! Daddy get it out!"
Quinn
“He’s too hot? Well he is a fire type…but you partly are. I guess my genes are a little stronger than his are though if it bothers you. Your auntie has noticed the same thing, you tended to fuss a lot when you were first born, and she’d hold you.” It was definitely an eye opener though look at him laugh softly, chuckling a little and he grabbed a dry washcloth, and held it to her ear and tipped her head to the side so the water could run out. “How’s that darlin’?” he carefully rinsed her clean before the bath water was drained out, and he grabbed….well not her usual hooded towel and instead a bigger towel. “I’ll have to get you a new hooded towel baby. You’re too big for yours.”
Fayth
"Sololol?" Fayth asked. "Solololol is hot too, daddy." She squirmed a little as the suds came back out of her ear, but it DID feel nice. "Better." Reaching for the bigger towel, she pulled it over her head like a hood, "I already got one though. See?" Now that she was properly cleaned up Fayth knew it was time to get out of the tub, but she struggled with getting moving. It was tricky business, but Fayth was nothing if not determined to get it right. So when she got out of the tub on her own, even though she was holding onto her daddy fiercely, she gasped, "I did it!"
Quinn
He chuckled at her name for her aunt, it was adorable really. He was amazed at how well she was talking already, and he knew it wouldn’t take long for her walking to steady. He felt a pang. She was growing up so fast. It was almost frightening, and he felt a brief moment of panic that he quickly fought down. He just wished Dream would spend time with her. He sighed some. He needed to get over him, and move on. But even his dates with Bethanne, and even Aatami, had just ended up feeling almost awkward though he had two great friends now as a result. He was especially pleased to reconnect with the Leafeon, and invited him over to just spend time as friends as often as the teen could manage around school and all.
There was a laugh at her pulling the towel around herself like a hood and he smiled at her, watching as she got out of the tub holding his hands. “Great job darlin’!” he cheered on her efforts before he was rubbing his hands over her towel to dry her up, ruffling it over her hair. “Lets get you one of my way too big for you shirts, and I’ll brush your hair, and get you back into your crib, and tomorrow, once you have clothes, we’ll buy you a big girl bed and you can pick out what kind of sheets you want and everything.” Why not? But first…her to bed…and his kitchen recleaned.
Fayth
As soon as she was rubbed down, Fayth dropped her 'hood' and a bush of obsidian hair flopped out. Were it not for her very Vulpix bangs one might have thought she'd been attacked by a black furball. She didn't like the drying off part nearly as much as the bath itself, so every attempt to clear her of water was met with dodging and laughter. "But...but I don't wanna! Not without you." Daddy was tired too, she could see it, and anything that needed to be done could happen tomorrow, right? That's what tomorrows were for!
Quinn
He laughed at the sudden puff of hair from under the towel, shaking his head at the mess he had created. That would take a bit to brush out. With the towel still wrapped around her, he picked her up and headed for his room, and located a shirt from his dresser and held it out. “Arms up, and we’ll get you dressed.” He’d taken a look at her room before coming to his, and he studied her crib, then her. It looked too small to easily contain her for the night. “How about tonight, and tonight only you can bring your pillow, and blanket and favorite toy, and sleep in my room. I think your crib might be too small for you.” And he didn’t want her getting stuck in the bars! He stifled a yawn, just barely. He was running on empty just then really. “I’ll be sure to set snacks up for you, if you wake up hungry again okay? Even put some pickles in an easy to open container for you.”
Fayth
Fayth obeyed and held her arms up, delighting in wiggling her longer fingers. Once dressed, she smoothed her hands over his shirt before tucking her arms back through the sleeves. "Look, no hands!" Fayth wriggled away and while a little wobbly, she nodded fervently. That sounded like a great plan! She moved back into her room, popping her arms back out and retrieved as much stuff as she could. Of course she couldn't pick out a favorite toy; that was impossible! So she grabbed as many as she could and toddled back to his room, dropping toys in her wake before flopping her haul onto his bed. "Bed, daddy, then we can eat pickles together." Fayth burrowed her way under the blankets, taking her things with her.
Quinn
He laughed softly seeing her walking around like a little ghost, an amused smile on his face. No matter how tired he might be, she always brightened his world up, and he knew that he wasn’t in the wrong to have wished for a family with Dream. Even if the ‘with Dream’ portion hadn’t worked out. He had a small part of him in his life, in their daughter at least. He had gone to hang up the towel and grab the brush he used for her, scooping her dropped toys up along the way. Normally, he’d clean the mess up right away but he was bone weary, and figured it’d take less time to do it fresh from sleep than while exhausted. “Alright, let me try to tame your hair a little bit before we go to sleep. In the morning you and I will clean the mess up together, and have pickles tomorrow too.” The sight of her with all her toys was amusing, and he shook his head some as he handed her the rest. “You dropped these.”
Fayth
Fayth took her toys into hand and placed them in various spots around her like a little protective barrier. The softest were placed near her head so she could cuddle up to them. After all was well in her little world, Fayth reached up for her daddy's hand to pull him onto the bed with her. She yawned, but she wasn't sleepy, at least that's what she told herself. Cuddling up close to him, she tried to make it easier for him to brush out her hair, but it was obvious the little one was fighting sleep at this point.
Quinn
Fayth took her toys into hand and placed them in various spots around her like a little protective barrier. The softest were placed near her head so she could cuddle up to them. After all was well in her little world, Fayth reached up for her daddy's hand to pull him onto the bed with her. She yawned, but she wasn't sleepy, at least that's what she told herself. Cuddling up close to him, she tried to make it easier for him to brush out her hair, but it was obvious the little one was fighting sleep at this point.
Fayth
Cuddling up to her daddy, Fayth let loose a wide yawn and closed her eyes, clutching a stuffed Vulpix close to her chest. It wasn't hard for her to find sleep, and soon came the dreams of a new life that she could hold onto with her own two hands.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 4:32 pm
Child Stage Rp with Dream and Quinn - Reintroduction
Fayth/Dream Wendy pulled her hatchback into a familiar driveway, and put the near ancient vehicle in park. Leaning back in her seat to undo her buckle, she turned to look at her “son”, who had gone noticeably quiet. He’d begun to fidget; tapping the fingers of his sole hand on his thigh the last few miles or so. It had to be a nerve wracking experience for him, but Wendy was in no mood to coddle. She stretched across the console to undo his seat belt, ignoring his surprised protest.
“It’s going to be fine, honey. Just take it easy and be yourself; no more of this dodging business. Do you need help getting out?”
“No…No I’m fine.”
“…You tell me if you need me. I’m going to get the casserole out of the back.”
Taking a deep breath, Dream opened the car door and stepped out onto what used to be HIS driveway. The act sent a spasm of pain up to his hip, but it wasn’t so terrible that he couldn’t walk it off. His accident had been weeks ago, and though he had barely gotten out of the hospital, Dream was eager to put things to right. He no longer had to walk with a brace, which was nice, and his bruises had healed. All that remained was the ever present act in his bones. Oh, and the horrific stump he was left with. It was a rare occurrence that Dream even acknowledged it. At least all that hospital food had managed to ‘fatten’ him up a bit, which didn’t feel as bad as he thought it would. He was nowhere near pudgy, but having a full stomach felt nice. Not so nice when he felt like hurling it up, though.
Fayth sat up on the back of the couch and watched the outdoor proceedings through the slates in the living room blinds. This was the first time she could remember seeing her other father, and he looked…weird. Like her, but not. It scared her. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he left? She noticed the way he leaned to one side, as if putting too much pressure on his left side hurt him. Sitting up further, Fayth all but climbed onto the back of the furniture to get a look. He had so many tails! And they were poofier than they were in the pictures! How did he fit in the car? Absently, she gave her own little tail a flick, suddenly glad she wasn’t fluffier.
He could have left at that moment, and she might have been happy. Papa wouldn’t be, though, so she was going to get through this. But did she really HAVE to? Couldn’t she just go with Grandma Wendy and get ice cream instead?
Quinn He had been cleaning house for a few days now. Everything was beyond sparkling clean at this point, ever since Wendy had called to say they’d be coming over. They. Her. Dream. His name, even in thought made his heart skip a beat, and put a falter in his step. Dream was coming home. For a visit only to be sure. One step of many needed to set things right in their lives. It needed done this way though, no rushing into things. No, everyone had to get used to everyone after all. Still, he was a bundle of nerves that had a hard time sleeping from anticipation, like a kid waiting for their birthday or Christmas. This felt like all of that rolled into one.
“Fayth…out of the window baby girl.” He didn’t want the blinds messed up after all, or worse her to somehow fall through the window! The house smelled like a combination of faint cleaner since it’d thankfully aired out since his panicked cleaning spree, fresh baked cookies since he had some sitting on a plate and his cologne he knew Dream liked.
He’d heard the car pull up out front and he was anxious again. Should he get up to answer the door now or wait till they knocked? It was hard to decide and he was fidgeting in his seat horribly. So he settled for getting to his feet, and reaching for his daughter and pulling her into his arms. “Come here you. We’re about to have company so we should have the couch clear.” He squeezed her gently, smiling at her.
Fayth/Dream Scowling, she pulled away from the blinds, and flipped around to sit on the couch. This was so…so…wrong! How come she had to get all dressed up just because he was coming in? Fayth even had her good shoes on; indoors. The concept baffled her.
I’m not going to hug him. Someone was going to make her, and she was ready! Still…what if he wanted to hug her? What if he asked her too? What if he cried? She really, really hoped he wouldn’t. Papa would be angry then. Grandma too, but grandma always caved; Papa wouldn’t. When her Papa pulled her up, she couldn’t help picking up on his anxiety. What if…what if he didn’t like her? If he left again Papa would be sad and that was bad, but…ugh! Curling up her nose, Fayth looked at Quinn critically, “You smell weird.”
A moment after there was a knock on the door before Wendy let herself in. She had a casserole dish in her hands, and a smile on her face. “Grandma’s here! And I’ve brought someone else with me- Get your a** up that landing and into this house!” Her smile turned into a stern frown as she looked outside. “Chin up, chest out and-“
“I got it.” Dream grumbled as he walked through the door. He was dressed ‘casually’; meaning, for once in his life, he had voluntarily left his the house in jeans and a t-shirt. His bandaged stump was clearly visible, but the easy access the short sleeves gave was worth it when it came time to clean the damned thing. He was nervous; his nail flicking behind him almost constantly. “Hey Quinn.” He smiled nervously.
Fayth couldn’t help thinking how he looked like a hobo and a dandelion wrapped into one.
Of course she wouldn’t have noticed the fine cut of his jeans, or the scent of Dream’s own cologne. All she saw was his solid crimson eyes, taking in both her and her Papa. He didn’t seem like he was breathing for a moment; almost like the surprised look she gave when her Papa surprised her with something big, like cake.
Dream stepped shuffled out of his slip on loafers and stepped forward, noticeably leaning on his right side. “Fayth…?”
Quinn “Do I? I’m wearing cologne today.” He hadn’t thought about it smelling weird, it was a scent he liked, and he knew Dream did as well. He looked and felt almost relieved as Wendy let them in, that was easier and less awkward than answering the door himself. Wendy was welcome to come in as she wanted honestly, as much as she’d helped him with Fayth it was just natural to him really.
The scent of Dream’s cologne filled the air as well, a smile on his face though it was a nervous one really. His arms tightened slightly around Fayth as Dream came near not wanting her to squirm away or worse he accidentally lose his hold on her from Dream coming so close. God it’s so good to have him back in the house. though he realized there was no photos out anywhere of the two of them. He’d never gotten an answer from Urban on where they were and now he wished he had some sitting around. It felt weird to have Dream here and none of their photos around.
Quinn’s eyes slid to the girl he held, and his voice was soft. “Fayth, baby…this is your dad…. Dream…this is Fayth…our daughter.” His voice was soft, nervous really. Arceus…why’m I so nervous?
Fayth/Dream If cologne was what made everyone smells so weird then Fayth wasn’t so sure she liked it. It smelled nice to a point, but it felt like they were both trying too hard. She wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck, leaning against him while watching Dream come closer. To her credit the girl didn’t shy away from him, but neither did she make any moves to close the distance. “No he’s not, Papa.” Fayth looked up at Quinn, before turning to look at Dream, and back to her papa. “I’ve only got one dad; you.”
Dream might as well have been sucker punched in the balls. The shock on his face was coupled with a sharp inhale that he held onto until he was calm enough to release it. What had he expected? For his little girl to instantly latch onto him like she did Quinn? She didn’t know him anymore than he knew her. “That’s…that’s okay, Fayth.” He knew she was going to be big, but why was she that big? She was a child! Wasn’t there usually some toddling years? Had he missed those too? “You don’t have to call me dad if you don’t want to, but is it alright if I come to visit with you?”
She seemed to think on it for a while. “…I guess.” The girl couldn’t have sounded more put out if she’d tried.
He looked to Quinn, and gave a sort of sad smile. This was a step; however small. And one he was going to commit to.
Quinn Those words hit Quinn hard so he could only imagine how hard it hit Dream. Still he staggered just slightly as if he’d been struck, and frowned softly. “No baby girl you have two of us. You just have to get to know him too sweetie.” His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of sternness. She wasn’t getting out of this one bit.
He sighed some at their conversation, shoulders slumping a little. “Well she can’t very well call you by your first name either…and has to call you something.” he looked to Wendy then, a look of ‘A little help here?’ thrown at her. Maybe she could intervene slightly. Her and Fayth had a way together…maybe she could get things taken care of somehow… boy did he hope.
Fayth/Dream “I don’t have have to do anything.” She pouted stubbornly, giving the same fiery frown that her own father famous for. It would have been cute outside of this situation. Even if Papa wanted her to, she didn’t have to do it. She might agree to talk to him, but that was it!
“Really, Quinn, it’s alright. I’ve been called worse things than my own name.” Dream smirked sardonically. When standing for too long began to tire him, Dream sat down on the couch, awkwardly moving his lone arm to prop his hip on a cushion. If this was the only argument he had with his daughter then he would be a blessed man. Even if he wasn’t happy with it, conceding to this might open some doors.
Seeing how her resigned her son was to the change, and Quinn’s little look, Wendy sighed. She moved to take the casserole into the kitchen, but when she returned her attention was on Fayth. “Honey, like it or not, you’ve got two daddies. You don’t have to call Dream dad, but you can’t ignore that he is your dad, okay? We’re not asking you to like him, just to try.” Fayth furrowed her brow. “Fine.”
“Sassy one, aren’t you?” Fayth turned sharply to look at Dream, surprised to see him smiling. “It’s cute. I like that you’re not afraid to say what you think; that’s good.” It was a quieter compliment, but it made her take stock of him.
Quinn “I think I might’ve called you worse when we first met.” There was a low laugh from him as he sat down on the couch as well, minding Dream so he didn’t jostle him too badly. He kept Fayth in his lap while he sat, grinning a moment.
“I can’t imagine where she gets that from Dream. You’ve never been afraid to say what you think. It’s a quality I’ve always admired about you. I’m glad she got that from you.” It was true! He was relaxing a little with each passing moment, and turned to Wendy. “Did I see you brought a casserole? Thank you for that.” He smiled at her with a fondness that had developed as he got to know her better. He had been so thankful for her presence through all this really.
Finally he let Fayth go, so she could go to Wendy if she wanted and he looked back to Dream. “You’re looking good.” so good…damn….. His heart thudded painfully again as he looked at him, inhaling a little sharper than he had meant to. Damn this felt like falling for him all over again.
Fayth/Dream “I did! And it’s going to get cold if we don’t eat it soon. Fayth, will you help me set the table?” Wendy held her hand out for Fayth, who left her Papa’s side hesitantly. She wasn’t so sure about leaving them alone, but she would be close enough to protect him if he needed her. No one was going to make her Papa sad while she was around!
“Can I get the biggest piece?” She asked, trailing off with Wendy into the kitchen.
Dream watched her leave with a little chuckle, and turned back to Quinn. If at all possible he seemed to have calmed after his accident. Maybe it was the physical trauma, or the shock into reality, but he felt…lighter. “Let’s hope that’s all she got from me. I want her to be calm and level headed, like you. She’ll get into less trouble that way.”
His ears gave a little twitch. “You too. The house looks great, smells like…” Now that he was closer to Quinn, he could pick up the hint of cologne. Dream closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhale with the broadest of grins. The scent was all Quinn, and reminded him of better days. “Arceus, Quinn, I’ve missed you.”
Quinn There was a relieved expression as Fayth went to go help Wendy serve up the food, it felt a little less awkward with her slight hostility missing from the immediate picture. He knew she was worried about him, he’d been a mess for so long really. Hearing her ask for the biggest piece made him laugh softly. “That’s my little Munchlax.” It was why he made sure they stayed well stocked up on food all the time.
“Maybe that has something to do with the water in me, and yours is more to do with the fire in you. Hopefully, she’ll be a perfect balance of us both as she grows up.” He could only hope, but it was hard to say, there was plenty of time till she grew bigger really.
The comment on the house made him grin sheepishly. “When Wendy called to say you’d be by today…I got nervous and I cleaned the entire house top to bottom twice…in a few hours.” He ducked his head slightly, amused by his reaction now more than anything really. His hand reached out and lightly resting on Dream’s leg. “I’ve missed you too….I’m so glad you’re here today.” His voice was soft, and he scooted a little closer to the other without realizing he was doing so. It was like two magnets being pulled together.
Fayth/Dream “That’s so nerdy.” Dream quirked his lip. It made perfect sense, but it was so basic, too. And he wasn’t so sure she had any fire in her at all. Sure, she looked like him as a kid, but there was that matter of shying away from him…Maybe now that he was out of the hospital they could finally get that figured out.
“A few hours?” Dream twisted around to get a good look at the place; it was spotless. “How did you manage to get all that done with Fayth around? Quinn, you know the place could look like a wreck, and I would still come over, right?” It looked like home, but then, it didn’t. All of his little touches were gone; as were the pictures. Instead he saw toys, couch pillows that Quinn very likely didn’t pick out, and drawings taped to doors. Distracted by Quinn, Dream looked back to the other teen and placed his hand on his. His fingers trailed along Quinn’s, turning his hand over to interlace his fingers with the larger man’s. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the wo-“
“Tables set!” Fayth called out from the doorway, her hands on her little hips. She had spied on them long enough to know she needed to step in. At first the girl had been content enough to help her grandma with table setting, but after a while her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Why were they looking at each other like that? It was weird! Dream snapped back like she’d squirted him with water, pulling his fingers away from Quinn’s.
Quinn “Guess I’ve gotten a little nerdy reading all these books to Fayth each night.” He chuckled softly as he said that, losing himself in Dream’s eyes for a few moments. Though he grinned a moment. “It’s amazing what a sudden bout of nervous energy can do to a soul. Only thing I really has to do today was straighten up Fayth’s toys again and revacuum. I got that done while cookies baked.”
He was more than happy to hold Dream’s hand in his, his own fingers curling gently, his heart racing again, as he looked at Dream. This just felt so right. He knew this was why things couldn’t have worked with Aatami. Oh sure the little Leafeon was adorable and all, but he was hopelessly stuck on Dream.
Fayth’s little voice breaking into their little world startled him, but there was a fleeting frown as Dream pulled his hand away from his own, the bright look in his eyes fading a little before he cleared his throat and got to his feet. “Thank you babygirl, we’ll be right there. Here let me give you some help.” He held a hand out to the Ninetails, to help him up off the couch then.
Fayth/Dream Fayth wasn’t sure how she liked her Papa staying around Dream, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She didn’t want to walk away, though. There was too much uncertainty in her with the whole situation; why was everyone acting like he was an old friend, when he walked out? Wasn’t that a bad thing?
Clearing his throat, Dream took Quinn’s hand and stiffly pulling himself up off the couch. It took more effort getting started than it did to walk and it showed in the way he gritted his teeth. Once he was up and stable, he exhaled, opening his eyes to catch his daughter watching him. “What’s wrong with you?” She asked frankly, watching him with childlike curiosity.
The abrupt question stunned Dream. He looked to Quinn, giving him a sort of ‘help me out here’ look. Ironically, the same look Quinn had given Wendy not a half hour ago.
“Fayth, honey, come in and sit down.” Wendy called out from the kitchen, but she stood firm. She wanted to know why Papa was being so special towards him.
“In a minute. I wanna know.”
Quinn “Easy…take your time on getting up.” His voice was soft and worried, he didn’t want Dream to move too fast and hurt himself. He recalled how badly off he’d been in the hospital, and so he was surprised he was even up and walking and not in a wheelchair, or brace of some sort.
He couldn’t help the low laugh at the look shot at him, he knew that was the very same look he’d given to Wendy after all, and still holding onto Dreams hand, he turned to Fayth then. “He was in a car accident baby girl, and he was hurt really bad. So now it’s hard for him to move around easily, and probably will be for awhile.” It was the truth, though not the entire truth. When she was older she could get the whole story if she wanted it.
“Go on, go get seated at the table with grandma Wendy, and we’ll be right behind you, I promise.” He wasn’t about to let Dream make the short trip to the table on his own. Nope, his hand was staying wrapped around the one in his hand, it was as simple as that really.
Fayth/Dream It was out of sheer force of determination that Dream wasn’t held down with a wheelchair or some aid. The pain meds were even to ease it off enough so that he could walk in short bursts. That was all he needed, really, with his level of activity these days.
What’s wrong with you?
The question kind of burned him. It was one he had asked himself on more than one occasion, and even though he knew she was only asking what was physically wrong it still got him to thinking. Thinking was bad for him, though, so he tried to push it out. “I just got out of the hospital a few days ago, so go easy on me.” He tried to smile at her, but she seemed uneasy. Like she was going to be sympathetic, and didn’t necessarily want to be. It was amusing to see.
“I’m sitting by you, Papa.” She held up two fingers to her eyes, then motioned to them and back to her before walking off. The little hybrid found her spot at the table and claimed it by putting her rump down firmly in the chair. Wendy quirked her brow at the child, but chose not to say anything. Fayth was relatively quiet…until she saw the cookies. “Can I have one?” “Not until you’ve had your supper.”
“What if I eat them at the same time? Can I have one then?”
Dream could hear her from the other room, and turned to Quinn, “What kind of cookies are they, anyway? They smell really good.” This coming from the normally strict eater was something of a change, even for him. The Ninetales was trying not to go overboard with his food experiments, but temptations were strong.
When he stepped forward, he kept his hand in Quinn’s and relied heavily on the larger man for balance. It wasn’t something he was expecting, but it felt nice to have that stability back. Especially since the closer he got to the table the more he wobbled, his entire body tense.
Quinn “Alright baby girl, you can sit by me.” He could see that she was uncomfortable with Dream being there, and he figured conceding in this was for the best at this point. It would be easier than a fight at this point.
He could hear the discussion from the table about the cookies, and shook his head in amusement, the question about the kind had Quinn grin some. “Well…I have chocolate chip and m&m cookies…and I have peanut butter…and I have oatmeal raisin….” It helped to keep busy by baking…and Fayth seemed to like the fresh cookies.
He kept his hand wrapped around Dream’s, supporting him in that walk to the table, almost carrying him the last few feet to his chair so he didn’t over do it. “Easy now…I’ve got you…just lean on me darlin’.” Nope, not about to let Dream go at all.
Fayth/Dream “Ooh, oatmeal raisin.”
Dream couldn’t think of who had said it first; him or Fayth. She looked up at him with a look of shock, one that had Wendy chuckling. “You two would pick the worst cookies to love.”
“Nuh, uh! They’re the best.” So…maybe Dream wasn’t so bad. At least his taste in cookies was alright. Granted, she hadn’t tasted a single cookie that she hated, but oatmeal raisin was her favorite.
Giving Quinn one last squeeze, he slipped down into his seat stiffly, wiggling around until he found a comfortable position. More than a few of his tail were used as extra support on his bad hip, helping to ease the aches. “Thanks, babe.” Before he got truly situated, Dream leaned up and gave Quinn a chaste kiss on the cheek. It was a brave move considering their situation, and the look Fayth gave him could have killed Dream in an instant. “Here you go, sweetheart.” Fayth watched as Wendy brought out a special bottle of something greenish for Dream to drink. Oh, now he got his own special juice?
“What’s that? I want some too.”
Dream quirked his brow. “I don’t think you’ll like it. How about orange juice instead? Or apple?”
“I can handle it.” Sitting up her seat, she gave off the air of a puffed up house pet in a pack of wolves. Dream shrugged and handed the bottle off to her. She unscrewed the cap, looked at the weird liquid inside, and gave it a healthy gulp. Then immediately spat it back out; all over Quinn. “Ewww! What’s in this?! It’s nasty!”
“That…would be the Wheatgrass.”
Quinn The fact they both had the same reaction to the cookies at the same time made Quinn laugh softly, it was amusing to hear them both say that, to see one more thing they had in common with one another. “They’re not so bad. Not my favorite cookies but still really good.” He hadn’t even made the ones he had a preference for.
“Any time.” The words soft, fingers brushing over Dreams’ hair gently, a soft smile on his face, and he completely missing the killer look from Fayth. If he’d seen it…he might have chastised her a bit for it. Though it stood to reason she got punished enough by insisting she wanted Dream’s drink.
Hearing what it was, Quinn couldn’t help it, he snickered at the disgusted look on their daughters face. “Maybe next time someone tells you that you won’t like something, you should listen to them baby girl hm? Now, do you want apple juice with dinner tonight?” he was more than a little amused to be perfectly honest.
Fayth/Dream Curling her nose, the little hybrid just nodded her head. Apple juice sounded amazing compared to that nastiness. “Who drinks grass juice, anyway?! That’s just weird.” There really was something wrong with Dream, and it wasn’t his injuries! She tried scraping it off her tongue, but the flavor stayed. Shaking her head at the whole thing, Wendy started dishing out portions onto the plates before moving back to the kitchen. “I’ve got it, Quinn, so go ahead and get comfortable.”
Dream reached for the remainder of his juice, and tipped it in a mock salute to Fayth. “It’s not that bad once you get used to it. You might even like it.” Or she could just hate him more. That was always a possibility. When Wendy returned, she handed the apple juice off to Fayth and sat a drink in front of Quinn before taking her own seat. Watching Quinn interact with their daughter was something out of a tv show for him. It was surreal. He had imagined it happening when she was still in her egg, but had never been around to see it. Well, to see her respond back to him beyond gurgling, anyway. What wariness she held for Dream was dropped the moment Quinn gave her attention. Even Wendy had full sway over her. Would she ever look at him like that? With that full amount of trust, and love? “So, Fayth, what kinds of things do you do with your dad? Do you play sports? Dance?”
“…I like guns. I can take a 40 cal Glock apart and put it back together really fast.”
Dream gave an arch stare at Quinn as if to say ‘Do you do anything NORMAL with our daughter?’.
Quinn “It’s a healthy drink. Your dad can get me to drink it on rare occasion. It was decent for when I was trying to get into better shape.” Gross, but decent. He’d gotten to the point he could drink it down without much of a face though he didn’t care for it anyhow. So that Dream enjoyed it, well good for him.
“Thanks Wendy, I appreciate it.” He really did! He had just taken a sip of his juice when Fayth easily rattled off what they did together, and he get that look from Dream. Choking on his drink a moment he coughed, and cleared his throat. “Darlin’ you know what I did for a living, is it any wonder I’ve taught our girl how to handle herself around guns? Never know when I have to have my gear out for something, and I’d rather she know the right way to handle it and herself around it, than risk her getting hurt.”
He was grinning a proud papa grin though. “She’s real good at learning….I was thinking of taking her to the ranger with me sometime soon, see how she shoots.” Completely the truth, and not something he’d mentioned to Wendy even. But really, goggles, and ear plugs and she’d be just fine there with his supervision and teaching. Still, he waited for dirty looks to come his way!
Fayth/Dream “It’s better than soda and bottled juice, that’s for sure.” Drinking with his left hand wasn’t so odd, but picking up the fork was. Dream had always been right handed, so now using his less dominant hand was something of a task. He had to be fully aware of what he was doing at all times just to make sure he didn’t drop anything. So far he had yet to master how to use chopsticks, which was a damn shame, considering how much he liked Asian cuisine. After taking a bite, he pointed the now cleared fork at Quinn and swallowed. “I thought you’d at least wait until she was a little older. She should be playing with dolls, not learning how to handle guns.”
“Oh, she’s got those too, trust me,” Dream turned to Wendy, who was busily munching down on her food. She shrugged her shoulders. “What? I think it’s healthy for her to take in interest in his work.” Of course the pilot would say that. Dream had nearly forgotten how early she had taken her girls into the skies with her.
“Papa’s right, I’m really smart and I know what to do.” Fayth nodded. Someday she wanted to learn how to shoot with two guns, but right now she was barely allowed to practice with one. Little steps, he said, but she knew she was ready. “I know how to reload a fresh clip while focusing on-“ “I get it, you know what you’re doing.” Dream interrupted. The thought of his little girl with a weapon in her hand of any kind though gave him a heart murmur. If his own actions didn’t put him in an early grave, then Quinn would dig the hole for him while Fayth punted him in. “Could we…try to do something else, too? How about gymnastics, or dance.” It was the second time he’d brought up dance, and Fayth still wasn’t impressed. Gymnastics though…that didn’t sound too bad. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she DID know that people went to the gym to train. All kinds of strong people and poke’mon went to gyms. “I could do gymnastics. But only if I can go to the shooting range with Papa, too.”
Quinn “I don’t do the soda thing anymore, and bottled juice only once in awhile. I’ve been getting our juice from some orchard that does the juicing process there, so it’s fresh. Mostly unsweetened too. It’s kind of nice, try a sip?” his glass was lifted and offered out to Dream to try then.
He was pleased when Wendy took his side on things, and relaxed slightly. “She really has taken an interest. I’ve told her a few stories. Tame ones I promise, but stories none the less, and she’s been a very good student. She wants to learn to dual wield guns, so once she’s good with one, I’ll be showing her that. I have a feeling it won’t take her long.”
The mention of gymnastics made him thoughtful. “You know, that would probably be a really good thing for you to go too. Your dad and grandma can take you to those lessons how’s that? Seem’s more up his alley, and I’m sure he’d enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you better. Besides, gymnastics can teach you all sorts of neat things your ol’ papa here isn’t limber enough for. Could be helpful for you as you get older.”
He looked across to Dream then. “That sound good to you darlin’? You getting her to gymnastic classes and staying with her through them?” he was extending a measure of trust to the other teen here, allowing her to be alone with Dream and all. He wanted to be able to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Fayth/Dream
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 5:57 pm
Solo 1 - Child
Fayth loved the beach.
She loved dipping her toes in frothy water as it brushed up against the shore. She loved running at top speed into the waves, even if she always ended up falling on her face. Most of all she loved that this was something she could share with her papa, Quinn.
Adjusting to life with her father around was difficult, so taking time to have some one on one's with the parent she could relate to was important. It wasn't as if she didn't like her father; it's just that he wasn't papa and there was a bond that had yet to grow.
Fayth dove under the waves, using her stumpy tail as a rudder to dive further and further into the ocean. She couldn't swim as good as her papa, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. The more she swam the easier it was to forget all the awkwardness of home. Out here, in the ocean, nothing had to make sense. It didn't matter if someone was gone and now they came back. The ocean didn't care. And when she was tired of swimming she could play on the sand, like the little beach rat she was.
And maybe that was something she could use to connect to Dream. He seemed to like the sunlight as much as she did; so maybe they could do things together on the sand. If he would even want to. She hadn't been very nice to him lately, even though papa had told her to.
Fayth kicked up, and broke free of the surface with a loud, gasping breath. Looking back towards the beach she smiled and waved before going back down for another dive. The water moved this way and that around her body until she got further down. There everything seemed to stop, existing only for her and the other marine life.
In a way Fayth wished she could stay in the ocean and never leave. She was sure Dream had left initially because of her, and admittedly, in the beginning she had tried to chase him off again. Now that she was getting attached, however....she wanted him to stay. Needed him to stay; not just for her, but for papa too. It was like they were walking on egg shells around each other all the time and she knew it was because of her.
If only she could make things work.
She snatched up a few pretty shells, burbling out a stream of shocked bubbles after finding something living in one of them before going back topside once more. For today she would just focus on some beach fun, and then later....yeah, later she would worry about the formalities. Grandma Wendy said that too much worry would cause her hair to fall out, and she DEFINITELY didn't want that.
Still, though, it made her wonder; how was she going to keep Dream from leaving again? And how was she going to keep Papa smiling?
These were things to think about.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 10:50 am
Learning a Skill! (Water Gun!) - Child
Fayth loved the beach, but she wasn't a fan of beach goers.
Some were really nice, and some even had kids that wanted to play with her. Those were the ones that usually came with a lot of snacks and water type poke'mon that could show her new moves. She would always beg her Papa to play with them; meaning, in the end, she got exactly what she wanted. Those were the good days.
Then there were days like today when a few kids gave her nasty looks. They were human kids, completely average and not all that cool to look at! Still, Fayth thought she would be nice and play with them. That's what good girls did, right? So, she'd picked up her volleyball and walked up to them, asking if they wanted to play with her.
Then the sneering started.
"What are you?" One kid, the others had called him Evan, gave her a critical once over before stepping to the side to look at her tail. Her fuzzy ears tipped upward, wary for more than a few reasons. "I've seen Poke'people before, but you're a mess!"
"Yeah!" A girl - Crissy - started in. "I can see Lapras, but what's the rest? Was your mom a ditto that couldn't make up her mind?" The other kids started to laugh, which was enough for Fayth's ears to fall flat against her head.
"I don't have a mom, but I-"
"That's it! You were some kind of weird experiment gone wrong." Evan chimed in.
Fayth clutched her ball closer to her chest, and frowned. She couldn't figure out why they were being so mean to her; after all, she thought they were kinda ugly in their plainness, but she didn't say anything about it! "I'm special; not a mess! My Father is a Ninetales and my Papa is part Lapras and part Snorlax." Fayth may have said it loud and proud, but her posture was anything but. She was still a little hunched over, with a quiver starting on her lower lip.
"Well that explains why you're so fat." Crissy reached over to poke Fayth's pudgy side, and that was the last straw.
Feeling trapped, Fayth let her temper flare but not in the same way her father's may have. Instead of blasting them with fire, Fayth sprayed the kids with Water Gun. She blasted them with a forceful spray of water, sending them sprawling onto the sand and causing several concerned beach goers to rush over.
"What happened? Are you okay-?"
"-My son's bleeding! That kid attacked him!-"
Fearful of being punished, Fayth ran straight back to her papa. She'd never used a move on anyone before and the instant reaction had frightened her. Was that going to happen every time she got mad?!She hadn't meant to hurt them - not like that! And her face was covered in water, just not from the water gun. Fayth was sobbing; she didn't want to be at the beach anymore, she wanted to go home!
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 11:49 am
Solo 2 - Child Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three consecutive shots cut through the air and collided with the target. Two hit dead center while the third was close enough for Fayth to count it as a success. The child lowered her glock, relishing in the little smoke trail that billowed out from it's barrel.
Every day she came to the shooting range after her classes. Dream wanted her to spend more time in gymnastics classes, and while they were fun, she liked being here a lot better. There was something cool about holding a pistol and being the one to fire it. To know it better than the back of her hand.
Ever since she had been small her Papa had trained her in the importance of gun safety. He hadn't even allowed her to practice with a real one until recently, and that was only in a sanctioned firing range with adults surrounding her. Still, Fayth was a better shot than half of the older people in here! She knew what she was doing! She could disassemble, clean and reassemble her glock faster than anyone else in the room. Fayth knew all of it's parts, knew when it wasn't handling right, and was generally pretty cocky about her own firing prowess.
After reloading with a fresh clip, Fayth lined up her shot. She had five more to make before they took down the paper target to put up a new one and she wanted to make them count. The better that paper looked the more her parents would smile, and the prouder she would feel. Sometimes, when she was really mad, she would make shots at the fake 'man's' junk, but Papa had put a stop to that real quick. She didn't understand why, though; if you were going to shoot him in the heart, what did it matter if she hurt him there first?
She wrinkled her nose, moving the safety goggles surrounding her eyes up and down.
Boom!
Another good shot, but this one wasn't dead center like the rest. It would have hit her target's pectoral, which would have been more than enough to bring him down, but Fayth didn't like it. The little girl growl and fired again, this time bringing her shot closer to the center.
She closed one eye and narrowed, lining up a better shot before taking it. With a proud little snicker she lowered her gun, pleased to see it was dead center once again. Just three more left and afterwards, she was hanging this one on her wall!
Let's see if her cousin's could top THAT!
She lined up the next one, ready to take it and - "Hey, kid-"
Boom!
A voice to her right caused Fayth to jump. Her bullet didn't even hit the target at all, but she was just glad it hadn't ricocheted against anything! "What?! You made me miss my shot!"
The man, an older human, had the decency to look mildly put out. "I was just going to tell you that your dad is here to pick you up."
Great, just great! Fayth popped off her last two shots, but since the mood was ruined they didn't hit anywhere near center. One landed on the thigh, and the other the hip. When the man helped her get the target down he kept praising her for being such a good eye, but Fayth was pissed. Today was supposed to be her best day ever! And this guy ruined it.
Snarling, she took it from him, gave the man a deadly glare and switched her glock's safety switch on after taking the ammo out.
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