I can not believe the sass on you! [Time for a little Mother Dramatics.] I have devoted my life to giving you children the very best life possible and this is the thanks I get! Sass!
[Even if Rue was ever capable of truly being mad at Casey, those darling giggling peep-peeps would be the immediate end of it! Look at their son!!!!!! He's so precious!]
Is it terrible that I enjoy it? I have told Hunter nothing would make me happier than to have you boys throw your stuff around on the floor and make a mess. I will even fake exasperation!
[Oh no, it is enough to leave Rue in giggles, their big eyes just bright with delight]
I suppose that really is all my fault! But please, tell him that is only for the cottage! If he is messy at home, I will happily come over and raise my voice to a proper level before speaking to him.
[Turning their attention away from their darling hopping son feels like a crime, but Rue returns to the book, big eyes roving over the information provided.]
"This species is locally common in the Southeast, around brushy areas and woodland edges. It is often secretive, staying low in dense cover. However, males sing their bright warbling songs from higher in the trees, partly hidden among foliage or sometimes out in the sun on an exposed perch."
[He tilts his head, viewing the text briefly, but Rue has covered the relevant details already so he's quick to hop back on their paw, making himself comfortable in their feathers.]
Not sure I know how it works yet, either. I did kinda know the one song instinctively. I had to focus to learn a different one. But it's much easier to do it like this than when I'm human.
[Not that he does much singing as a human anyway.]
I would love for you to change back only if you would like to. If not, you may perch on my head all day long while I go about chores. As long as I get to spend time with you, I could not be happier.
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I can not believe the sass on you! [Time for a little Mother Dramatics.] I have devoted my life to giving you children the very best life possible and this is the thanks I get! Sass!
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Kids are supposed to misbehave! How else do we learn that moms can yell?
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Is it terrible that I enjoy it? I have told Hunter nothing would make me happier than to have you boys throw your stuff around on the floor and make a mess. I will even fake exasperation!
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[He's still teasing, though.]
He even wants me to yell at him for it! I should remind him that's your job.
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I suppose that really is all my fault! But please, tell him that is only for the cottage! If he is messy at home, I will happily come over and raise my voice to a proper level before speaking to him.
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[Growing increasingly aware of how strange his boyfriend is. At least it's a fun sort of weird! (Mostly. Usually.)]
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[a beat]
Lovingly, of course.
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[As if they're capable of being anything but with regards to their kids.]
Is there anything else I should know about the, uhhh... painted bunting? From the book.
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Let's see.
[Turning their attention away from their darling hopping son feels like a crime, but Rue returns to the book, big eyes roving over the information provided.]
"This species is locally common in the Southeast, around brushy areas and woodland edges. It is often secretive, staying low in dense cover. However, males sing their bright warbling songs from higher in the trees, partly hidden among foliage or sometimes out in the sun on an exposed perch."
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Wonder if that's why I keep getting that instinct to sing. It's weird.
[His tone implies he doesn't mind said instinct, though.]
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Perhaps there is a little bard in you! Becoming a bird, do you immediately know many bird songs and calls? I realize I don't know how it works.
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Not sure I know how it works yet, either. I did kinda know the one song instinctively. I had to focus to learn a different one. But it's much easier to do it like this than when I'm human.
[Not that he does much singing as a human anyway.]
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Now that you say it, I have never heard you sing as a human.
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Um, yeah, you don't want to.
[No formal singing lessons in the apocalypse, and he did not inherit those fantastic Ben Schwartz pipes.]
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Well, that sounds like a challenge, my love.
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I mean it! I don't know how to sing.
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Then I shall teach you! Simple as that. Wouldn't that be so fun to learn? Something new!
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[He absolutely knows they won't be mean about it, but Mom, please, he's so preemptively embarrassed :( ]
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[Rue will amp up the stakes for this very low stakes conversation if it will make him feel better!!]
Besides, everyone starts at the same level. With practice, you will be an expert!
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Excellent! Then it is a promise. I shall have you singing like a songbird in no time.
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And this time he manages not to flinch, though as Rue draws back his eyes are very wide.]
That's a high ask. Are you sure I can't just stay like this and sing?
[He can definitely sing like a songbird this way.]
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Hmmm, tempting, but if you stay in this form, how am I to cuddle you!
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[He asks like the answer would ever be no, Rue does not want cuddles.]
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I would love for you to change back only if you would like to. If not, you may perch on my head all day long while I go about chores. As long as I get to spend time with you, I could not be happier.
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