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“There we go! All set up!” You cheered standing up. It took a little over an hour but you got all of your little bitty’s stuff set up. The little bed, dresser and closet all set up in the little nook of space between your dresser and the wall. His clothes were in the wash, getting rid of the factory smell and stiff nature of the new clothes.
He was still dressed in the plain white shirt and shorts from the bitty shop. They were well worn, a testament to his time there. It irked you. How uncomfortable they looked and how stripped of personality.
You cheered up quickly knowing he had a full wardrobe in the wash and it would be soon that he was out of them and in some nice warm and toasty clothes. Spurred on you scooped up your baby and grabbed the little bean bag seat you had bought him and meandered into the living room.
Setting him down you held out the bean bag chair “Now, would you help me find a good place to put this?”
He brightened, grin stretched wide under his muzzle. His eye light sparkled and a happy pine green flush of magic spread over his cheeks. He happily toddled off, arms full as he peered around for the perfect spot.
After a few minutes, where you struggled to hold back some laughter at how adorable he was. He’d toddle around look at a spot, stare at it hard, before he shook his head and toddled off to a different area. This process continued until he plopped it between the love seat and arm chair. A little splash of green that you instantly loved. A piece of evidence of your growing family.
With it in place he plopped face first onto the bag, making it let out a puff of air. This time you did laugh, a surprised giggle. He peered up at you from his sprawled position by your feet. His blush spread, as his smile dipped a bit in insecurity. He saw how happy you were so his smile came back full force and a small rumbling purr sounded from him.
He fully sunk into the bag chair and you watched him for a few moments. The washer then sounded and you scuttled off to throw his clothes into the dryer on a low heat setting so they wouldn’t shrink. Once you started it you felt a little force plow into your legs. It was your Brassy. Hmmm… no still not good.
“Awwww… sorry sweetie. I just needed to switch your clothes over so they get nice and dry for you.” You opened your arms and he motioned to be picked up.
In your arms he buried himself in your neck. You rubbed his back and he rumbled again. A pleased sound. His muzzle was a little cold against your neck and he seemed to try and nip at the skin.
“Woah,” you cooed. “Someone’s a little nippy!”
He paused and something struck a chord in you. Nippy…
“Nip…” you whispered, testing the word on your tongue.
His rumbling jumped tenfold.
“Nip? Does that sound like a good name?”
He nuzzled you and you heard the soft, almost like muffled ceramic, sound of him nipping filled your ear. You laughed. You couldn’t agree more. The name just settled with you. It felt right.
With that settled you place a kiss on his skull and walk to your kitchen as Nip rumbles happily against your neck, little arms wrapped around you. He holds on as you pull a nice cut of steak from the fridge and set about cutting it up into bite sized pieces. His rumbling increased ten-fold and you giggled openly. You gently poked his head, which he fully leaned into, and you felt his rumbling buzz against your skin as you pulled out a container of leftovers from earlier that week and popped it into the microwave for yourself.
Nip made a grabbing motion towards his food. You laughed again, but gently bopped his nose on top of his muzzle.
He snorted at the playful assult. “Mama…” he wined.
“Dinner is eaten together. It’s what families do.” You amended his grumpiness with a chaste kiss on his skull.
He grumbled for a few more moments until the microwave sounded and you pulled out the reheated pasta dish. Moving quickly to not burn yourself you took both plates and silverware to the kitchen table. You placed Nip on top of the table as you hadn’t thought about getting a highchair or booster seat for him. He stared and was salivating while looking at his bleeding steak. You laughed at his antics and passed him the perfectly sized fork for him.
He stared disdainfully at it, as if questioning its existence. You stirred your dish to distribute the heat and let out a small breathy laugh. “Would you eat with a fork for me? I would appreciate you using good manners.”
Nip looked unsure, but then nodded. “...i can do that, Mama.”
You smiled at him, “Thank you sweetie. I appreciate you doing this for me.”
He stabbed a piece and quickly moved it towards his face only to have it stop short against his muzzle. He growled at the food that was not in his mouth.
You laughed, dropping your fork full of food back into the tupperware. Your sides were starting to hurt. “S-sweetie,” you reigned in your laughter. “You gotta take off your muzzle to eat.”
That pretty pine green flushed over his cheeks and started spreading up his skull. He grumbled and reached up and undid the straps. He gently set it aside, then tried again. It was actually rather terrifying how far his jaw unhinged, and how sharp his teeth were. As he happily shoved the steak into his mouth and chewed with a pleased hum your disturbance was gone.
The two of you ate in relative silence. Nip’s happy chomping and purring at the food made you forget you were having left over pasta. It was still good, with you being a decent chef, but you wish you were as enamored as your new little bitty.
The dryer sounded off right as you were finishing putting away dishes. A happy squeal echoed through your head and placed the last dish away before scooping Nip up and heading towards the dryer.
“Let’s get you into some nice toasty clothes yeah?”
He replied with a deep purr and nod.
You opened the dryer and a small wave of warm air washed over your arm. You scooped up as much as you could with your free arm and walked back out to the couch. Plopping down you held up a few articles to Nip and he nearly melted into the warm fabric. You moved him to sit on your lap.
With a laugh you started sorting out the clothing. Since it was getting late you pulled out the pajamas pieces and laid them out for Nip to choose. With a little prompting he picked out fuzzy black bottoms and a soft white shirt. He let you undress and dress him, then purred happily at the still warm clothing that covered him.
He was nearly asleep as he leaned back into you, and at the feeling of a toasty warm, purring little skeleton melding into you, you felt not far behind. You didn’t fall asleep though, you folded up all his clothes then scooped Nip into your arms. He didn’t protest, just slumped against your shoulder, arms wrapped up in your shirt and around your neck.
Struggling with only the use of one arm you picked up one of the piles of his folded clothes and carried them back to the bedroom to his little dressed and put them away with a bit more struggling. After a second round of this his clothes were all put away.
A yawn escaped you and made you breathless for a moment. Deciding it was time for bed you headed out into the kitchen to start turning off lights. When you got there your refrigerator was open and when your foot slapped against the tile something fell over inside your refrigerator.
Concerned and confused you walk over and pull the door open in a swift movement. Your eyes opened in surprise, a tiny, rough looking brassy was snarling at you with an even tinier baby brassy in his arms. His eye sockets were blown wide, eyelight expanded in fear as they shook slightly, and a loud snarl ripped from his throat as he held the baby to his chest.