[He twists, grabbing his son into a loose headlock, fingers merciless as they ruined perfectly curled donuts and meticulously braided hair. There is no mercy. There is no getting out of this. There is only accepting your fate, Haruno.]
[Ahh, and that's the signal to stop. They've done this a hundred times before; he knows the silent rules. With a little sigh he twists, lifting Haruno up. He's so light.]
[Oh . . . son . . . small son . . . he beams at him for a moment, terribly pleased with the kiss. He remembers when he was a baby, small and soft and a little fussy, but so full of love. None of that love has faded over the subsequent years, but little shows of affection like this aren't always given so freely (because Haruno is seventeen, which means you can't just get smooches from your dad all the time, okay, sometimes it's embarrassing).
Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?
[The best. It's chocolate ice cream today, sweet and with little bits of cookie dough in it. Polnareff nods towards the counter-- go and sit-- as he gets the things together.]
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baguette eiffel tower ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ
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they will not work
i am not going to apologize
esp after that
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what??
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je t'adore
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HARUNOOOOOOOOOO
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when youre done with whatever youre doing tell me
i have gossip to tell you
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. . . Papa!
[Enjoy your side-hug.]
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Hallo, Haruno.
[--annnd those fingers are promptly at work messing up Haruno's hair, because he will have his revenge.]
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Papa, no! No, Papa! Escarno!
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[He twists, grabbing his son into a loose headlock, fingers merciless as they ruined perfectly curled donuts and meticulously braided hair. There is no mercy. There is no getting out of this. There is only accepting your fate, Haruno.]
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[Slowly . . . he just . . . lets all of his weight drop. Admittedly he could just poof away again, but it's more fun to play the drenched kitten.]
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There. Now we're even, hm?
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[he's wilting]
[No, but just for a second, and then he squirms forward with a kiss for his papa's forehead, now that he's high up enough.]
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Anyway. He beams at him before setting him down, fingers combing through his hair to try and neaten it.]
Come on. Do you want some ice cream while I tell you my gossip?
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[ICE CREAM. Oh, ice cream, oh wow, ice cream and gossip, oh my goodness.]
Yes, please.
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Do you want to guess?
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[LOOK AT HIS PITIFUL FACE . . . don't make him guess.]
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[He grins over at him and tosses a spoon.]
I have . . . a Plan. A plan to seduce women and get a sweet girlfriend.
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Tell me everything.
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