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Sneakeh Cat · 10-03-2017, 05:24 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

"Ethan, wait!" Dominic called, wishing for the days when his kids didn't walk or run on their own. Of course the girls weren't nearly as bad as running off as Ethan seemed to be. Payback, maybe? Except he didn't have sisters or anyone to bother really, in the way Ethan seemed to. Why had Dia insisted on sending him out on these errands and taking Ethan anyway? He'd have far preferred to take Allison or Adrienne, who at least knew how to be dignified. Most of the time.

Ignoring his father's pleas, because when did he EVER listen to his father, unless he was tied down? Something he knew he could avoid as he'd learned to test the limits and boundaries. Ethan ran into the candy shop, haphazardly knocking over candy displays and not even caring. Even going so far as to knock baskets out of other customers hands, spilling their contents all over their floor and stopping only once he'd been entrapped.

"Ethan Peter Denton. Apologize. Right now," he said, holding his son under his arms, sparing half a glance at the woman his son victimized this time, as his topaz eyes pleaded with her to forgive him. Little did he know was that the woman just so happened to share a surname, or might not have used his son's full name as he had. Or did he realize the change this woman might bring to his mostly organized chaotic life.

woaaaaaaah.

Maia was taken back when a tiny terror of a human ran past her and knocked her basket out of her hands, which caused all the contents inside it to fly out and on to the floor. BUT that was not the reason why she was staring at the older man. Oh no no. She was staring because he had called that tiny terror a D E N T O N. Not only that though! PETER Denton - and whatever his first name was. Something with an E. All she had registered was the 'Peter Denton' part of the name.

"It's..." She was a lost for words. "I'm sorry, but did you say his name was Denton? Peter Denton?" Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked between the older man and tiny terror.

so so so many things were going on in that head of hers.

10-03-2017, 05:24 PM	#207 (permalink)
Sneakeh Cat Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,771 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising "Ethan, wait!" Dominic called, wishing for the days when his kids didn't walk or run on their own. Of course the girls weren't nearly as bad as running off as Ethan seemed to be. Payback, maybe? Except he didn't have sisters or anyone to bother really, in the way Ethan seemed to. Why had Dia insisted on sending him out on these errands and taking Ethan anyway? He'd have far preferred to take Allison or Adrienne, who at least knew how to be dignified. Most of the time. Ignoring his father's pleas, because when did he EVER listen to his father, unless he was tied down? Something he knew he could avoid as he'd learned to test the limits and boundaries. Ethan ran into the candy shop, haphazardly knocking over candy displays and not even caring. Even going so far as to knock baskets out of other customers hands, spilling their contents all over their floor and stopping only once he'd been entrapped. "Ethan Peter Denton. Apologize. Right now," he said, holding his son under his arms, sparing half a glance at the woman his son victimized this time, as his topaz eyes pleaded with her to forgive him. Little did he know was that the woman just so happened to share a surname, or might not have used his son's full name as he had. Or did he realize the change this woman might bring to his mostly organized chaotic life. woaaaaaaah. Maia was taken back when a tiny terror of a human ran past her and knocked her basket out of her hands, which caused all the contents inside it to fly out and on to the floor. BUT that was not the reason why she was staring at the older man. Oh no no. She was staring because he had called that tiny terror a D E N T O N. Not only that though! PETER Denton - and whatever his first name was. Something with an E. All she had registered was the 'Peter Denton' part of the name. "It's..." She was a lost for words. "I'm sorry, but did you say his name was Denton? Peter Denton?" Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked between the older man and tiny terror. so so so many things were going on in that head of hers. __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.