Deathbox was smiling, soft and sincere. He stared down at his young child. Azrael was learning how to walk.
Just as Az was getting it, he stumbled, and fell. Death felt a little guilty for laughing, but his son also started laughing.
"Alright, keep trying, You were pretty close" He chuckled
"Mmf!" Azrael said words that were unable to be said properly. They were working on his speech as well.
Azrael moved his mushroom veils, showing off his determined expression
Deathbox snapped out of his daydream, finally hearing the thunderstorm.
'Fuck.. Oliver's scared of thunder'
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Memories - A (Very) short story of some of my OCs
Short StoryI'm trying to write a story, and this is like practice. I'd like some feedback
