hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 9 - breakfast bagel

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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karl flushes the toilet with a small eye roll as his brother washes his hands. "tubs, remember to flush bud."

toby switches the tap off and steps off of his step before looking up at his brother with a confused hum. "what?"

"i said remember to flush after you use the toilet," karl repeats.

"oh, of course!" toby exclaims, waddling over in his onesie to press the flushing button. "all done!"

karl holds back a laugh, reaching over to grab the hand towel to pass to the little brunette. "well done, tubbo," he praises.

toby grins widely, quickly patting his hands into the towel before deciding he is done and handing the towel back to karl.

"alright, we need to get you dressed now, okay?" karl says, reaching down to take the toddler's hand and walk him back down the hallway to his room. "what do you want to wear?"

"bees!"

karl sighs fondly to himself, not audible to the younger boy. toby always wants to wear the same bee sweater, no matter how many times you ask. karl had told himself that he would stop agreeing, because their parents brought toby so many clothes that he shouldn't just wear one thing.

but he's only one man.

and it's like he blinks down at his brother and, all of a sudden, he's all wrapped up in a bee sweater and some white pants.

toby, despite how much karl knows it would upset their parents, receives a piggyback down the stairs. and, sure, maybe it isn't safe per se, but his sweet, bright giggles are totally worth it.

karl carries him into the kitchen, pulling out one of their chairs and carefully bending down so that toby could let go of him and sit safely on the seat.

"so, what's for breakfast today tubs?" karl asks, leaning over a little to squeeze his brother's belly and making the child giggle.

"apple slices p'ease, kawl," he asks, smiling brightly after the polite request.

"coming right up!" karl exclaims, pretending to march to their fruit bowl and earning himself more giggles from his brother.

he pulls out a knife, plastic bowl, and a chopping board, getting to quick work slicing the fruit into small enough slices that the younger wouldn't choke.

after a few moments, he hears a quiet, "kawl?"

the brunette turns back expectantly, smiling softly. "what's up tubbo?" he asks.

"uhm, do- do you think santa's coming soon?" he asks, looking a little anxious as he lifts his feet up to cross his legs on the chair, holding onto his socked feet.

"yeah, definitely bud," karl smiles, "he's coming this month!"

toby nods quickly before his face falls again. "an- and do you think i will get pwesents?" he asks, flashing karl his puppy dog eyes.