[Daddy has no clue what his Cupcake is talking about, but since he'd just picked her up from a day with Auntie Banana, he has a pretty good idea. He takes the shirt from her hands - it's on the "too small" side of "just barely fitting," so he nods and tosses it toward the laundry hamper they keep by the bottom of the stairs. 'Cause sometimes, it's just easier to throw things down the stairs than actually walk them down...]
Okay. [And he's finally mostly stopped laughing.] Go get dressed or something. Cupcake shirt?
[Sofie shakes her head, throwing her arms up and spinning on the balls of her feet. Now that the nightgown is out of sight, she's pretty content to just stay exactly as she is. Maybe someone should be worried about her affinity for being sans clothing another time.]
[But for right now, the only real worry is getting the hyper child into bed. Especially now that she's turned and taken off down the hallway, crying,] Raaaaawr, werewolf!
[If you wanted evidence that Sofie is completely and utterly a Puckerman, here's your evidence: she's just spinning around happy and naked and yelling. Werewolf?! What the fuck has Hannah been watching with this kid?]
Team Edward! [He calls out, following his daughter down the hallway.] Come on, let's get Bella changed up and into bed. If you calm down [He opens her bedroom door, stepping inside.] then maybe you can watch something with me, huh? Sound good?
[No vampires in Teen Wolf, Daddy. So you're just going to get a confused look and some arms flapping in your direction to ward you off.] Bella's a dumbdumb name. 'M not Bella.
'M. [She's going to take a minute to consider this too, strolling proudly nude into her bedroom.] 'M Stiles. 'M gonna marry Derek. And be awesome. [She contemplates Puck's proposition for a moment, hands on her hips before she pouts.]
'M not tired, Daddy. 'S a full moon. I gotsa howl. [It's not a full moon, by the way.]
[Don't blame Daddy. He doesn't watch that crap. The only reason he knows about Twinklight is because of Kurt.] Cuuuuupcake.
[Um. 'M gonna marry Derek. The fuck you are. Not happening. NO BOYS FOR SOFIE EVER. He just raises an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against her bedroom wall.] Okay. You wanna tell Mommy that and see what she thinks? If she's good with it, s'fine with me.
Mommy already said yes. [And you can't prove she didn't, Daddy! Ha! Naked 5 year olds are really fast, man, because here she goes, right by you and down the stairs.] Raaaawr! Arooooooooo!
[Mommy. Where the fuck is Mommy? Sofie barrels past him and heads down the stairs, and he blinks after her, letting her run. He'll, you know, find out the deal from Taryn. Or something.]
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STILES! [That's you, Daddy.] This no fit! ["This" is a Princess and the Frog nightgown. She just wants to be free, Daddy!!]
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Okay. [And he's finally mostly stopped laughing.] Go get dressed or something. Cupcake shirt?
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[But for right now, the only real worry is getting the hyper child into bed. Especially now that she's turned and taken off down the hallway, crying,] Raaaaawr, werewolf!
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Team Edward! [He calls out, following his daughter down the hallway.] Come on, let's get Bella changed up and into bed. If you calm down [He opens her bedroom door, stepping inside.] then maybe you can watch something with me, huh? Sound good?
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'M. [She's going to take a minute to consider this too, strolling proudly nude into her bedroom.] 'M Stiles. 'M gonna marry Derek. And be awesome. [She contemplates Puck's proposition for a moment, hands on her hips before she pouts.]
'M not tired, Daddy. 'S a full moon. I gotsa howl. [It's not a full moon, by the way.]
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[Um. 'M gonna marry Derek. The fuck you are. Not happening. NO BOYS FOR SOFIE EVER. He just raises an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against her bedroom wall.] Okay. You wanna tell Mommy that and see what she thinks? If she's good with it, s'fine with me.
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