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*He thinks for many minute.* Ok. Simple solution is just to very aggressively tell anyone who questions my calling you Mom that it’s not your fault humans are like ducks.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

*He nods and smiles. It’s not the teasing grin from earlier but more of an unsure smile like he’s thinking of doing something that might embarrass himself*

Ok. Just between you, me, and Dad.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

Ok, but why are they halfway across the country from each other?

@morningbloodystar, you expanding your business horizons?

*He grins and shrugs*

Not really, no.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

I do consider you a parent, though. You were there for my life way more than my biological parents were. You made me feel important and wanted and loved.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

He looked at Crowley, making eye contact now, looking desperate but also a bit surprised by his Nanny’s gentleness. “If I can keep myself calm, I’m fine…or just run away from whatever is bugging me…”

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

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This was stupid…another night, another nightmare, and another heluva hard time trying to figure out where in heaven’s name these were coming from.  

Sure, he’d dreamed about the trip to the desert…that was a recurring nightmare since he was eleven.  Some how his parents didn’t remember and made him feel like he was mad to even come up with something like that.  But that wasn’t like these.  Just like that one felt real, so did these ones; however, unlike that nightmare, which he knew he had been apart of, none of the others felt that way.  They all just felt like something that he shouldn’t know about, but did.  Something he should’ve been able to prevent but couldn’t.  

So, here he was, sitting on a park bench at 11 o’clock at night with nothing over his clothes but a light coat…

Cool. How are you holding up, with Dad being…y’know.…?

Can we take names and kick ass after the Bookstore is fixed?

Gladly, kid. So gladly.

Hey, you’re the one who taught me reject authority.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

Warlock makes a face at the mention of a haircut ( he likes his hair long, thank you very much) but knows better than to argue with Nanny.

He shrugs at the question. “School mostly…” And trying to teach himself control of his telekinesis, but he didn’t think Nanny knew about that.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.