Babysitting my Heart /fluffybird/

chap three. talking

Robin stood in front of the door, rocking on his heels as he waited for Harry to open the door. Soon enough, it groaned opened, revealing the mop-haired man.

"Oh, hello, glad to see you again. Please come in"

Robin nodded and trotted inside, spotting little Doi sitting on the couch watching TV.

"He's decently occupied as of now, so he shouldn't give you to much trouble."

"Why, when I was a kid I didn't have TV to entertain me." The duck grunted, huffing and turning to Harry.

Harry let out a gruff laugh. "You almost sound like my grandpa."

"How rude!"

The red man grabbed his briefcase and opened the front door, waving at Doi and Robin and soon leaving.

Robin glanced at the remote in Doi's hand, like a cat ready to ponce on an unsuspecting mouse. He quickly snatched the remote and shut the TV off with a satisfying click.

Instead of attempting to retrieve the stolen remote, Doi simply flung himself to the ground and balled. He waved his limps around and screamed, tears streaming down his face. Robin jumped up and grabbed Doi from under his shoulders.

Doi stopped crying for a moment and sniffled. "That was a bit extreme, was that really necessary?" Doi nodded and pouted. "Now, pucker up buttercup! Me and you can have a doozy of a time without that dang TV. "

He set Doi down and slide beside him. They both sat in an awkward silence, before Robin's squeaky voice broke it. "Alright then, so, what do you want to talk about."

"Nothing. I wanna watch Pickle Pepper."

"Well too bad. So, what's your favorite animal?"

"Turtles and Pigs! But I also really like chickens..."

"Ew. Chickens are filthy, filthy animals."

"Nuh uh! They're cool!.. they have... have really cool.. um.. feet.."

"No they do not! They have weird dirty feet."

Doi started crying again, and Robin quickly shushed him.

"Cmon now, fine, chickens have cool feet."

"Thank you."

Robin sighed and cracked his back, crossing his legs.

"Can you cook?"

"Can I... cook?"

"Mhm"

"Well sure, not much, but yeah, I can cook."

"My dad can't cook."

"Who, Harry?"

"Nuh uh, my real dad. He is really bad at cooking. He once tried to cook me on accident."

"How in the world do you try and cook someone on accident."

"He mistook me for a ham."

"Oh, well, that makes sense."

"Mhm. I miss my dad. He had a really cool computer."

"Yeah well I have a really cool lamp."

"That's not cool."

"Shut up"

Doi frowned and looked down, tears seemingly forming from the corners of his eyes. Robin got up and gently wrapped his arms around Doi. Though Robin sucked at comforting people, he did try.

Doi leaned into him, being a snotty mess of a child. Robin let his wing rub circles on Doi's back.

"Can we watch TV?"

"No"

Doi started sobbing violently, blowing his nose on Robin's sweater.

"OK OK JUST GET OFF ME YOU *------*"

The two sat, watching a bright kids show, with a peppy blond headed child as the main character. "This show is dumb" Robin said, being a grouch, as he usually is. Doi ignored him and continued watching his show, smiling and rocking around in place.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and soon enough three loud knocks came from the door.

/so sorry for the short chapter again, I'm on a trip currently. I'm planning on a pretty rad twist that should come in one of the next chapters/