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“You do realize that you’re in a restricted area?” Doc cocked an eyebrow and stared at the shorter man before him. Doc was at least 6 ½ feet while Python, who smiled at him, was 5’2”. Their height difference was staggering.
“Yes, but I kiiind of need you to watch Moss.” Python held out their son, who hissed at the jolt from being taken out of his bag. “Grian was going to help me with my building since I’m red-green colorbind-“
“Wait, you’re colorblind?” Doc blinked in shock but Python only nodded as if this wasn’t news.
“Uh, yeah? It’s not really something I’m hindered by. I just love what colors I can see so I make my colors as varied as possible!” Python grinned and held out Moss again. “Now, can you please, please, please, pleeeeaaase watch him?” He gave Doc The Look. The Look broke him every time. While it was literally Python pouting and giving puppy dog eyes, it broke Doc every. Fucking. Time. He was a big softie for his boyfriend.
“Alright. I’ll put him in a play pen.” Doc took Moss and kissed Python’s forehead. “I promise to keep an eye on him. Now.” He took out his trident. “Go before I have to throw this at you.” Python cackled and ran off, leaving Doc holding Moss as his son gave a small tongue ‘blep.’ Doc chuckled at how similar Moss was to his other dad. “I spoil Py a little too much,” He mused out loud.
“Hey, Doc. I wanted to test some stuff with the infinity po- ohmygod you have Moss.” Doc turned around to Scar and gave a toothy, confident grin.
“Of course I do! He’s my son!” Doc set Moss on his shoulder and the ever active creeper baby clung to his head despite getting a bit too big to properly do so. Doc only chuckled and ignored the claws scraping at the robotic part of his face. “See? He loves me.”
“How are we going to do Area 77 stuff now?” Scar tried to keep an angry face but he was clearly struggling. “It’s dangerous-“ Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Scar blinked as Moss began to chirp. Chirp, chirp. “Is he… angry chirping at me?”
“Yes. He does that when he doesn’t want to go to bed, too.” Doc gently pat Moss, who chirped angrily at Scar even more.
“How do you manage to keep a straight face when he makes those noises? Reminds me of Jellie when she’s cranky over something.” As if on cue, the cat walked out of the base and wound herself around Scar’s feet. She looked at Moss chirping in anger and began to chatter.
“KE KE KE KEK KE KE KE”
“What the…?”
“She’s chattering. She does that sometimes. Only pet cats do it for some reason.” Moss and Jellie got into a competition to see who could make the most noise as Scar and Doc just watched the show. “…This is adorable.” Scar picked Jellie up and pet her as she kept up her chattering. “How’s Moss’s speaking going along?”
“He’s developing. He can make almost full sentences now! Though, if I’m entirely honest, most of them are mispronounced nonsense. Python’s trying to get him to speak more and get out with the others more. I’ve been developing his intelligence and trying to get him to do some simple puzzles.” Doc took Moss off his face as soon as he blocked his father’s view and gave an unamused look at his son. “I thought we talked about face grabbing.”
“Want fooce grub!” He tried squirming and going back to clinging to Doc’s face but the cyborg creeper only stared at him. “Want! Want!”
“Uh…” Scar shuffled in place when Doc set Moss down, who tried to climb up his legs with a screech . “Giving you trouble?”
“I usually let him ride out his tantrums.”
Python purred as he touched up a base he built in the fantasy district. Grian raced up next to him after getting more supplies and dumped a shulker box at his feet. “I got more cobble and wool!” The hyperactive winged hermit almost yelled as he spoke. “I still can’t believe you’re half colorblind. I wouldn’t be able to build without my colors.”
“I’m not 100% red-green color blind but it’s easier to say than protanomaly. It’s weak so I can still see some red but I like the bright colors because I can see them better!” Python felt a bit awkward telling someone about this; he hadn’t been out enough for others to know about him and… it was tough as hell.
Was he being annoying? Grian walked past him with a whistle while holding some wool. What if Grian was just doing this out of pity? He shook off the thoughts but still decided that he had enough interaction for today. “I… Thank you for helping, Grian. I think I should be picking Moss up from Doc now. He’s been at Area 77 all day…” He chuckled and waved before walking away.
Despite his boyfriend being elsewhere, Python still went home. He closed the door behind him before just sliding down to the floor. Between Grian’s energy and caring for Moss earlier, Python found himself feeling drained and the day was hardly half over! God, he hated being like this- only able to handle so much in a day. He needed a damn vacation, if he was honest with himself.
He was a parent now. He couldn’t just take a vacation. He’d be a selfish son of a bitch if he decided to just leave Doc alone with Moss just so he personally wouldn’t feel sad. It used to be a lot easier, just taking care of himself. He could isolate himself and take a mental health day any time he needed. Now parenthood wasn’t even knocking at the door anymore; it had bust the door down, grabbed him by the suit, and shook him until he understood the exhausting reality.
Should he have left before? He certainly wasn’t exactly helping by being here, that much was for sure. He was a mess and a burden. God, why did he even bother to stay?! His communicator pinged with a private message, snapping him from his thoughts. It was most likely Doc checking up on him. Python took it out and looked at it oddly.
>Evil Xisuma: I’m baaaaaack~
>Evil Xisuma: And a little birdie told me that you’re not a loner anymore
>Evil Xisuma: Well, not by choice.
>Evil Xisuma: Meet me up at spawn in 5
>Evil Xisuma: I have the answer to your problems.