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They decided that Bad would stay with Skeppy at his house. Finally, FINALLY, they’re meeting in person and everything will be perfect!
For now, it’s not permanent, but Bad would be staying for two weeks, which is more than enough time for the two of them to get comfortable in person.
Skeppy was hoping that he wouldn’t spend the entire time regressed, but he knew that it was more than possible. He had three videos pre-recorded and scheduled to go up while Bad was here. As far as their fans were considered, Bad was just particularly busy at the moment and everything was normal with Skeppy. They chose not to share any of this with their audience because they wanted this to be more personal, for this first time meeting up with each other they wanted to do it completely privately. They weren’t even telling a majority of their friends, only the ones who need to know.
Bad drove himself. Skeppy stepped outside as he watched him get out of his car. “Bad!”
“Geppy!”
They couldn’t stop themselves from running as they approached to hug each other. It wasn’t like a movie, but they were together.
“Oh, Geppy...I’m taller than you!” Bad exclaimed.
Skeppy pouted, “Awe! No fair! And don’t call me Geppy, you’ll make me slip…”
Bad smiled, “Maybe that’s what I want.”
“No! Not yet!” Skeppy and Bad left the conversation there as they got Bad’s bags and brought them inside. Bad would be staying in the bare spare bedroom of Skeppy’s new townhouse. It was nice and in his price range, temporary though. The plan was for Bad and Skeppy to get a home together, like an actual house.
Something they could share and dedicate to every part of their lives, from Youtube to their little and caregiver relationship.
“So...what now?” Bad asked, coming downstairs after having set everything up in his bedroom.
“Are you hungry? We can order food, or go out, maybe we could make something? I don’t have a lot of groceries though.”
Bad smiled softly at the other, “Are you hungry, Geppy?”
Skeppy looked away from his caregiver and friend. He shrugged, “I could eat.”
“Let’s get groceries and then we can come back and cook dinner together.” Bad suggested with a bright smile. Skeppy felt his stomach and chest warm, he was really happy and excited that Bad was here...he didn’t realize how much he loved and missed his friend.
They went to a nearby, local supermarket. They both made sure to get food and snacks that they liked. As they approached to check out, something bright blue caught Skeppy’s eye. A stuffed dog, the toy aisle was small but intriguing. It had something for every age of every interest, the stuffed animal selection is large though.
Something to know about Little Skeppy is that he adores stuffed animals, he already has plenty at home...but the dog was so pretty and looked so soft, it was fairly small but would be perfect for cuddling and traveling.
Skeppy was standing there, staring at the dog with wide brown eyes.
“Geppy? Did you slip? Tell me your age please?” Bad whispered, carefully putting his hand on the younger’s arm.
Skeppy shook his head, “Not yet...but look at them. I want them.” His voice is soft and small, he was dropping and fast.
Bad smiled at him, “Can you do me a big favor and go get him for me, be careful okay?”
Skeppy seemed surprised, “Really? By myself?”
“As long as you can see me, I can see you. You’re safe.”
Skeppy nodded slowly, beginning to approach the toy. Bad quickly tried to check them out at the self check out so they could get out there as soon as possible. When Skeppy approached Bad again, it was obvious that Skeppy had completely slipped by now.
“Did you get your puppy, sweetheart?” Bad asked as he finished scanning the last few items.
Skeppy nodded, he was shy at the moment. Skeppy doesn’t like being in public while little. He once talked about slipping while at school and how it made him so nervous that he nearly had a panic attack.
“Okay, baby, all done, let’s get back home, yeah?”
Not a lot happened, while in the car, Skeppy talked on and on about his toy. He mentioned that his clothes were uncomfy and he didn’t like the shoes he was wearing. Bad tried to engage as much as he could with the younger in the back seat but it was hard due to driving in an unfamiliar area.
When they got back home, Bad focused on Skeppy. “Oh, Geppy, I’m sorry, I forgot to ask you your age…”
“You’re silly daddy.” Skeppy giggled as they entered Skeppy’s bedroom. “I’m five!” He happily and proudly held up five fingers.
“Wow! Such a big boy! Do you need any help getting changed?”
Skeppy shook his head. “Nope! Like you said Da, I’m a big boy!”
Bad waited patiently while Skeppy got himself dressed, when the little one was finished, he was in a pajama set that looked like it was either for a five-year-old or a grandpa. Bad smiled to himself at the thought, “Look at you! Now...what does my little muffin want for dinner?”
Skeppy quietly thought about his answer as they went downstairs. “Umm...burgers and fries!”
Bad smiled, “Burgers and fries it is then! Now, while daddy cooks what does little Geppy want to watch on TV?”
“Umm? Remember that one movie about the dragon?”
Bad didn’t remember. “How To Train Your Dragon?”
“No! Not that one, silly daddy. The one with the funny dragon that talks!”
“Wish Dragon?”
“Yes! Yes! That one! That dragon is pink, daddy.”
Bad nodded, smiling as he pulled up the movie on Netflix. “The dragon is pink, good job baby.”
Skeppy fell silent as he watched the movie, Bad moved quickly to make their food, knowing that Skeppy can get bored quickly and easily. He had seen this movie before so there was no guarantee that it would hold his attention for long.
It took only about ten minutes before Skeppy was walking into the kitchen. “How much longer daddy?”
“Maybe another ten minutes, or so.”
“Where did my new puppy go?”
“Did you forget it upstairs?”
Skeppy considered the question but didn’t answer it, he approached Bad from behind. “Daddy I think I’m getting big again.” He whispered as he hugged Bad from behind, hiding his face in the other’s back.
Bad smiled, “That’s okay. I like big and little Skeppy equally.”
Skeppy is notorious for aging up and down rapidly, he spends most days partially regressed, or having to take twenty minutes every few hours so that he can quietly slip younger. Bad has never pried, but he knows that Skeppy’s regression is a stress response of some kind. It happens when he gets overwhelmed, both negatively and positively.
Now that things were calming down with them, it wasn’t abnormal for him to age back up. Though Little Skeppy would likely be back before the night’s end. Skeppy goes to be little most nights, it’s why they always end up falling asleep on call together. It’s different now though because they’re together now.
Bad continued to cook, even with Skeppy holding onto him as he came down. After a little while, Skeppy let go and seemed to be aged up. Good timing too, Bad just finished preparing his plate. “Here.” He offered his plate to him.
Skeppy smiled, “Oh-you didn’t have to make my plate for me.”
Bad shrugged, “But I did, so live with it.” He smiled.
Skeppy smiled in return, they sat down at the kitchen island together and began to eat their burgers and fries. Bad had a side of chips and salad on the side, while Skeppy had apple slices and a handful of almonds. Skeppy got a second burger.
After dinner, they decided they wanted to watch a movie. It was one they both had been wanting to see that was recently added to Netflix. Bad went upstairs to change and use the restroom. As he walked past Skeppy’s bedroom he saw the blue dog laying on Skeppy’s bed. All by themself. Bad smiled at it, grabbing the toy on his way back downstairs.
“I found them!” He said happily, handing the toy to the younger.
Skeppy smiled at it but didn’t seem to slip because of it. Bad had a feeling that the toy would become a trigger or regression for the other. They both returned to the film, the stuffed animal laying next to the younger, waiting patiently to be played with.
They nearly finished the movie when Skeppy began to seem like he was getting antsy. “Geppy?” Bad asked with a smile, “You slipping?”
“I think so...I’m getting a headache from it.”
Bad nodded, getting up to see if he could find any painkillers for the other. He didn’t want his baby to have to deal with a headache, it would break his heart. When he returned, Skeppy was holding his puppy, sucking on his thumb. Bad didn’t bother to scold him at that moment. He went to the kitchen to get the younger a drink, he got him “cool blue” Gatorade in a sippy cup.
“Geppy? Do you want medicine?”
Skeppy nodded, he took the pills with ease, to Bad’s surprise. “Good boy, thank you for taking the medicine...do you want a paci? And can you tell me how old you are?”
Skeppy nodded again, “I want my black one, that one’s my favorite. I think I’m three or four? I’m gonna slip younger though, daddy.” His voice gave the illusion of being Big but he was small, very small.
“Where do you keep your little stuff, baby?”
“In the big box in my closet, daddy.”
Bad put Skeppy’s movie back on for him and quickly ran to fetch the box for the younger. In the large box, which is a blue toat, there is all of Skeppy’s little gear. From clothes to toys, part of his stuffed animal collection, pacifiers, some of his sippy cups, etc. He had acquired quite the collection over the years. It mainly started to grow when Bad had become his caregiver, which was only a few months after they met, only a little while after they had become such close friends.
“Geppy? Do you wanna play or do you wanna relax?”
“Can I play?”
“Of course you can sweetie.”
Skeppy got off the sofa and began to play with a wooden train set for toddlers. It’s one of his favorite toys because he gets to be as creative as possible with it. Bad cleaned up the rest of the dinner mess after putting some soft kids music on rather than a movie.
Skeppy played for nearly an hour before he began to get antsy again. It was a little early for bedtime, or at least what Skeppy’s normal bedtime is, but it’ll be good for him to go nini.
“Geppy? Baby, do you want to get ready for nini with daddy?”
Skeppy nodded, he was really tired, Bad could tell. One wrong move and he’ll have a tired induced meltdown to deal with.
Skeppy needed a bath, sadly. His hands and face were still a bit greasy from dinner, and Bad could tell by his hair that it hasn’t been washed in a couple of days.
“Can daddy give you a bath before we get into bed.”
Skeppy smiled, “Baff?”
“Yeah, do you want a bath?”
Skeppy nodded excitedly. “Baff!”
They went upstairs to the bathroom in the hallway, “How old are you right now, Skep?”
“Two, daddy!” He held up two fingers proudly.
Bad got the bath ready, with bubbles and toys and all. Bad was thankful that he had the foresight to get bath safe toys all those times he decided to spoil the little one. Skeppy spent most of his time in the bath playing, which Bad was okay with. Skeppy is a very happy little, he very rarely is upset while little, and when he is, it’s quite easy to calm him down.
As soon as the water was too cold for the little one though, he got very upset. Bad got him out of the bath quickly and began to warm him with a towel. “I’m sorry the bath went cold on you, baby.”
“But daddy I don’t wanna be done with baff, I wanna...I wanna…” He hiccuped with his sobs. Bad hugged him from where he sat in a towel on the toilet.
“Shh, shh, little one, it’s bed time now. Why don’t we get cozy with a book and a baba and go nini?”
Skeppy pouted, eyeing the bathtub. He sniffled, “I want my Micky Mouse jammies.”
“Okay, I can do that for you baby. Why don’t you use the potty quick and I’ll be right back with your jammies.”
They quietly and quickly got ready for bed. Bad asked the little one to pick out a story or two for bedtime while he went to make the bottle for the little one. He returned with the hot bottle to see Skeppy sitting on the bed with two books stacked on the nightstand.
“Ready for a story?”
Skeppy nodded. They cuddled up together, and read the first story together. Skeppy had slipped quite small now, with a lot of coaxing and babying from Bad.
“Want your baba?”
Skeppy nodded his eyes closed, paci in his mouth still.
Bad checked the bottle, it was cooled to perfect temperature now. He removed the paci carefully, which Skeppy didn’t seem to mind. It was replaced with the bottle and Skeppy was physically relaxed as he drank.
As he fed the baby the bottle he talked softly and gently to him, “You’re such a good boy, Geppy. My perfect little guy, daddy loves you so much baby.” He kissed his hair and removed the bottle.
Skeppy had quickly fallen asleep, he had barely drank any of the angel milk inside of the bottle. Bad smiled.
“Goodnight, muffinhead.” He whispered as he laid down to go to sleep himself.
Oh yeah, living together was going to work out just fine.