this was weird to write,,,since Viv is seven I'm using she/her pronouns and Remi is 12 Im using he/him pronouns.
- Grey -- Vivian held onto Wilford, even more clingy after...not really recent. Six months ago. But Vivian was lonely without Charlie...
But Dark had a fancy dinner meeting. "Dadddy! Stay with meee!"
"I can't Viv," Wilford peeled Vivian off. "You got a new babysitter tonight-"
"I want Uncle Google!!" She whined, falling to her knees as she hugged the cat plushie to her chest.
There was a knock on the door, a young boy stood there. Hair barely brushing his shoulders, straightened perfectly. His eyes were pitch black with blue iris'. He looked bored. He was dressed in a dark navy blue hoodie and black jeans.
"Greeting, Mr. Warfstache," He nodded at both of them, mostly Dark who opened the door.
"Hi, Remi. Thanks for watching Viv." Dark smiled softly at the boy. Letting him in, pulling the dark purple shawl more over his shoulders.
"No problem, I know my fathers were going to be at the same engagment as you,"
More useless conversation before Wilford and Dark left. Leaving Vivian a blubbering crying mess on the ground. Remi watched with disintest before picking her up. "How much longer are you going to cry?"
"Put me down!!" She screeched, kicking at Remi.
He dropped her the few feet to the ground, she fell, her bottom lip quivering, before she pouted hugging her plushie close.
"You're old enough, for the most part to entertain yourself. Go play with your toys, when you're hungry I will make you dinner," With that Remi went to the living room, pulling out a book to read as Vivian slowly went to grab a few of her toy cars.
"...Uncle Google always plays with me," She muttered, putting a car in Remis lap.
"You want me to play?" She nodded, Remi sighed, leaning forward with the car in hand.
"Make them race!" She giggled, starting to zoom her car around the coffee table.
Soon enough it was bedtime and Remi was dragging Vivian up the stairs by the collar of her pajamas. "I hate you you meanie!!" She screeched, kicking. "I'm gonna beat you up when I'm older!!"
"Have fun with that," Remi tossed Vivian into her bed, tucking her in. "Do you need a bedtime story?" She shook her head, but pointed at a car shaped nightlight in the corner.
It was on the oppisote side of the room, which was scarily bear.
"Why is this side empty?" Remi asked, turning on the light.
"Thats Charlies side, we had to get rid of his stuff, it makes momma sad," Vivian curled up. "But Dadda hid this so I can keep it," Vivian pulled a spotted dog plushie with a green ribbon around his neck out from under her pillow.
Remi hummed, shutting the door a quarter of the way, before going back downstairs, bringing out the dinner Bim had packed, having not been able to eat it earlier, not wanting to...scare Vivian.
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