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The two were quickly jolted out of their comfortable silence by the bathroom door opening, there in the doorway stood a smiling TS. Brian couldn't help but coo at how cute his little sapling was; its red jumper came just past its shorts, the sleeves so far past it's hands. Under the jumper was the belt that held its reddish-brown tail to it's waist and ears of the same colour was sat on its head held on by a headband.
“Awww look at you.” Brian cooed, those words of cuteness caused Toy to ‘yip' in happiness and practically lunge at Brian, knocking him onto the bed, hugging him tightly, “Can't believe Tim got to keep such an adorable puppy like you all to herself.” Brian laughed, kissing it's forehead.
TS let out an embarrassed, muffled, bark before burying its head into Brian's chest, no doubt if it could blush its face would be flushed with the embarrassment.
“Aww don't be embarrassed, poppet.” Tim stroked a gentle hand through Toy's tied up hair, careful to not jostle it's headband. “Do you want to play or continue using Brian as a big ol’ pillow?” Tim chuckled.
TS seemingly made the choice immediately as it jumped off of Brian and laid stomach down on the floor before crawling under it's bed. Soon enough it pulled out a box and opened it. In it was multiple dog-like toys, including ones that look fairly recent– Brian couldn't stop the light jealousy that Tim had been helping his baby buy regression gear and toys for it without him, but he quickly buried those feelings. But despite all the new toys, The Toy Soldier picked out a ball that had definitely seen better centuries, a chew toy that was somehow missing a chunk and a tug of rope that was slowly fraying.
With a demanding ‘yip’, The Toy Soldier held up the ball, looking right at Brian before looking down at the ground, confused but kind of understanding, Brian slid down to the floor. As he did so, Toy crawled over to the other side of the room directly opposite Brian and laid on it's stomach.
With arms outstretched in front of it, Toy pushed the ball away from it and rolled it back towards Brian.
“Push it back to Toy, just a bit to the side.” Tim quietly whispered to him, hand on his shoulder.
Slowly understanding what Tim meant, Brian rolled the ball slightly off the left of Toy who grinned in glee and rolled to it's side to catch it.
“Basically it's version of fetch.” Brian laughed after a few more rounds of it.
“Yep,” Tim popped the ‘p’, “Made me play this for six hours once.” Brian had to resist a snort as he pushed the ball back to Toy who again rolled after it with complete unfiltered happiness. “I'm not kidding!”
And Tim really wasn't. For a good hour, Brian played the same game with Toy, but he couldn't find it in himself to be bored when he saw the glee in TS's eyes each time it caught the ball. At some point, Tim had slid down off the bed also and was laying on the floor, resting her head on Brian's mechanical thigh, every so often xe got the ball rolled to xem, so of course he rolled it back.
“So there's another, what, five and a half hours of this?” Brian light-heartedly asked, earning a chuckle from Tim.
“Depends if Toy wants to do tug-of-war. Well more so it bites on the rope and holds it in its hands as I just move it side to side. Typically it falls asleep biting it.”
“Probably needs its paci then.” Brian commented as he rolled the directly at TS.
“I wasn’t aware it had one? Couldn't see one in it's gear?” Tim moved his head slightly in an attempt to look into TS's toy box.
Brian shook his head, “It has it's pacis in my room as it typically naps after regression and it has a tendency to bite or suck on its fingers during a nap, so I keep pacis in my room or-” Brian paused as he rummaged through some of the storage compartments within himself, “On my person.” He produced a packaged up pacifier.
“Want me to clean it for when Toy wants it's nap then?” Brian nodded so Tim grabbed the paci and walked towards the bathroom. But she was quickly stopped by The Toy Soldier rapidly turning it's attention to Tim’s ankles and wrapped itself around xe's ankles. Thankfully Tim was near the wall so he could break her fall using the wall. “Toy!” Tim cried in light annoyance, but made sure to keep his voice playful.
Brian of course laughed at his suffering as Toy kept itself wrapped around Tim's ankles– very cat-like behaviour Brian thought, but then again, it was also a very regressed Toy Soldier thing to do. As much as Brian wanted to keep laughing at his partner's suffering, he grabbed the tug-of-war rope toy in order to get TS's attention off Tim. And thankfully it worked as Toy practically leaped towards Brian took the rope toy into its hands and still holding it for that bit more stability, it put the rope into it's mouth and with weak tugs tried to get it out of Brian's hands. Of course it wasn't going to succeed but Brian let it believe it maybe could by dramatically leaning towards every so often, which got an adorable giggle out of his puppy.
Soon enough, Tim returned with a now cleaned paci which caught TS's eyes, making grabby hands towards it, Tim kneeled down and taking the rope toy out of its mouth, Tim placed the paci into its mouth before sitting down next to Brian.
With sleepy eyes, The Toy Soldier climbed onto Brian's lap, burying its head into his stomach, wrapping wooden arms around his waist, before lifting its legs onto Tim’s lap, curling up it's knees slightly but still having the majority of its lower half on xem's lap.
“Night, poppet.” Tim whispered as he started to rub circles on its back whilst Brian whispered his own goodnights into TS's ear whilst stroking a careful hand through its hair, undoing its ponytail to make that calming task easier.
“We're not going to be allowed to move are we?” Brian whispered to Tim.
Tim shook her head, “Oh absolutely not.” Tim laughed, making sure to keep the noise to a minimum.
But Brian didn't mind that as he leant against the bed, Tim coping his movement, resting her head in Brian's collarbone. Soon enough the two of them were asleep also with their sweet little puppy shared between them, both in a physical sense and in a literal sense. Brian knew that the jealousy he felt wasn't truly needed, his baby was cared for and that's all that mattered.