Scarab · 4:26pm Mar 20th, 2021
Griff snarled, sending another rock flying with a free hoof.
He hated this. Why couldn’t his mother see that his “dad” wasn’t right for either of him? Why couldn’t he have a good father?
He sighed heavily, dropping down to the ground and laying his head against it, curling up in his alicorn wings.
He wanted a good father.
Scarab laid down with his forelegs behind his back, watching five certain changelings from afar. Said changelings were playfully tussling on the ground, certainly seeming to be having a good time.
The older changeling chuckled at the sight, before turning his head to the right. “...Hm?”
It was a gray alicorn, lying on the ground by himself. Scarab hadn’t really seen this guy in person before, but Pharynx and Thorax said his name was “Griff”. Peculiar name for an alicorn.
He got up and walked over, crouching down to his level as best as he could. “Hey, kid.”
“...Hm?”
“Wanna talk?”
Ooh
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Yes? No? Maybe?
...Yes. The answer should be yes.
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“So, you’re dealing with a bad father, eh? Yeesh. Sounds rough, kid...”
“Sounds? It is!”
“...I know we just met and all, but um... Do you um... want me to be your dad?”
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“...Yeah.” :)
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Aww
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“Heheh. Come here, kid.”
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Aw..
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And he has one now.