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Part 10 of MCYT Little Space
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2022-02-22
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Baby Parrot

Summary:

Grian regresses and Tango watches over him.

Notes:

So the request from Leah was for petre. Not sure if this really counts, or this is more like age regression but more focused around hybrid instincts. I'm not to sure...

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Notes:

So the request from Leah was for petre. Not sure if this really counts, or this is more like age regression but more focused around hybrid instincts. I'm not to sure...

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Tango held onto a small leash attached to a backpack that rode on Grian’s back.

Grian whined fiddling with the bag straps. “But I wanna fly!”

Tango chuckled a little, wings stretching slightly behind him. “I know little man, but you’re going to crash into something and get a boo boo. That wouldn’t be fun would it?”

Grian grumbled stomping at the ground. He had wanted to go outside. To go on a walk, play, do something. He didn’t know that there was going to be a cost to the freedom of seeing the sky .

Whenever he regressed his instincts would kick into high gear, making the little’s wings beat out and random times, and left him making adorable whines and chirps to get attention.

Sadly so did the instincts of that of a young child. Making his movements in the air anything but graceful.

So while he might normally be an amazing flyer outside of his headspace, once in little space he was a reck. He ends up misjudging distances, or plan just not paying attention to what was in front of him, getting distracted, and flying straight into side of building, crashing into the ground, and over all just hurting himself. (Y’all can imagine the heart attacks he gave to some hermits when a mentally small hermit just comes crashing into a wall next to them and bursts out into tears because of it.)

The solution? A little red backpack made to rest between his wings with a leash clipped to the back so Tango, (or whoever was watching the tiny gremlin) could keep Grian within the general area of himself.

Inside the bag held various little space items for him. A small stuffed parrot, pacifier, a snack, and a small case of bubbles.

“I thought you said you wanted to play outside? If you’re just going to pout we can just as easily go back inside, and you can have a nap.” Tango said, not at all about to deal with a tantrum from Grian.

That seemed to change Grian’s attitude.

“No. I play. No wanna nap yet. I’m no tired.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Tango stated, “Totally convinced.”

Grian ran loops around Tango, jumping up and letting his wings take him a block or two off the ground.

“Can I have my birv pease Tango?” Grian asked, coming to tug at his caregiver’s sleeve.

“Okay little birdy.”

Tango dug around the little’s bag, pulling out a stuffed bird and handing it Grian, along with pulling out the bubbles.

Grian watched with wide eyes as Tango unscrewed the lid and blew some bubbles. One of them landed near him and popped on his nose.

“Again! Again! Again!” Grian clapped happily, flapping his arms up and down a couple of times.

Tango blew a couple more bubbles, the mentally younger running to go and pop as many as he could with his bird friend.

“Can I try pease Tang-o?”

Tango stopped mid bubble blow. “You sure you can manage without spilling it all?”

Grian nodded rapidly.

“You promise?”

“Po’mise!”

“I want you to use both hands though, that means your bird friend’s going to have to come and sit with me.”

Grian nodded again pressing a kiss to the toys head quickly. “Birb you sit dare” he placed his plush next to Tango so he could better use his hands.

The little made grabby hands and Tango reluctantly handed off the case of bubbles. Not quite convinced by Grian’s testament, but not wanting to show the little that he didn’t trust him not to spill the solution.

Grian giggled, dipping the wand, and blowing bubbles into the air.

He oftentimes blew to hard and popped the liquid before bubbles could even form but he was having fun so that’s all that mattered.

But soon he grew bored of just blowing bubbles. He wanted to both blow and pop them. His solution to this? Blew the bubbles then spin around as fast as he could to pop them all.

 Too bad gravity is a thing and spinning around with the lid still off of the bubbles case only lead to disaster.

Soap splattered onto the ground. Grian gasped, watching as his toy vanished before his eyes.

In retrospect it was silly to cry over spilt milk, or should I say spilt bubbles. But in a little’s eyes the bubbles were irreplaceable, worth their weight in liquid good.

Tears filled his eyes. He scrubbed at them harshly, staring at the ground.

Tango noticed Grian’s melt down. Too bad he was just a bit too late to stop it.

“Grian! What happened little parrot?”

“Tang-o bu-bubbles go buh bye” Grian cried, running into his caregiver’s arms.

He sobbed into the other hybrids chest. Tango just held him tightly, wings coming to wrap around the two of them.

“It’s okay baby. It’s just bubbles. We’ll make more. Not the end of the world.”

Though Grian was too hysterical to listen to reason. Tango realized this, cursing himself for one; giving Grian the bubbles in the first place, and two; not realizing from the beginning that Grian needed a nap.

“Okay, that’s enough. You’re just too tired, and everything is just too big for such a little guy like you. Nap time it is.” Tango huffed, picking up Grian.

The little hit his chest lightly.

“No like naps! No naps!”

Tango just chose to ignore his temper and continue to take him inside his base and to his bedroom. He wouldn’t blame the little for his temper. After all it was his job as a caregiver to know what Grian needed. Of course he didn’t want to take a nap, he should have just been a bit more forceful about it.

Grian was still crying, Tango setting down the small boy onto his bed. He helped get off the small backpack, unzipping it and taking out a red pacifier.

He gave Grian the soother who took it between sniffles. “Hey little parrot. I know you’re tired. I’ll let you sleep in my nest if you promise to at least try and take a nap.”

“No wanna nap doe.” Grian pouted around his pacifier.

“But your my little parrot. And parrots love to sleep in nests.”

And well, that made Grian reconsider but only slightly, still trying to get his way.

“But what if I no tired?” Grian asked.

Tango made his way to the nest, patting the space next to him. “We’ll I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted.” He yawned dramatically, watching with a smile as Grian waddled over to his nest and all but flopped into the soft materials.

He crawled over to Tango. “Birv?” He asked, and Tango mentally smacked himself.

“Hold up I’ll grab him.”

He came back a moment later with Grian’s beloved toy.

The little giggled, reaching grabby hands to the small bird and snuggling it up to his chest once he had it.

Finally Grian laid down, head in Tango’s lap. He fidgeted with his bird friend babbling and chirping to it softly as he slipped slightly younger. Tango brushed through Grian’s hair, listening to the soft chirps the mentally younger made.

Wings ruffling up behind him Grian gave a small chirp. Tango smiled softly running his hand through Grian’s feathers.

It took a while, Grian slightly fighting to stay awake. But eventually he fell asleep.

“Goodnight little bird. See you in the morning.”

Notes:

Did any of your parents even have a backpack for you with a leash attached when you were like a toddler or so? No. Just mine? Okay cool. My mom said that she loved the thing, kept me from running off all the time. So I thought it was perfect for Grian. who is a little gremlin.

Chapter 2

Notes:

So after a couple of comments asking for Grian to get his bubbles back and thanks to RavenPuff for the suggestions of a no-spill bubble container, I bring to you part two of tiny gremlin Grian and his bubbles. It's a really quick chapter but I added some art work so it kind of balances out I think.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

 

“Hey birdy, I got you something. ”

Grian gasped, “What’s dat?” Grian asked as the mentally older hermit pulled out a small container from his inventory.

“What do you think hatchling? I bought you more bubbles.”

“Bu, day look different?” Grian points out, the container is a bit bulkier than the one he previously owned.

“There supposed to be spill proof.” He tipped the container to the side and nothing spilt out.  “See! Problem solved.” Tango grins, removing the wand from the container and blowing a couple of bubbles to Grian’s delight.

The age regressor’s face lit up. “Can I have Tang-o? Can I have?”

“Yeah, there you go little birdy.”

Grian happily blew a couple bubbles up into the air before snatching at them with his hand. Happily he ran around, blowing bubbles and popping them. That is, before he got an idea.

“Tango?”

“Yeah little man?”

A mischievous grin spread across Grian’s face. “What if I shakes it?”

“Wha- Grian I just got you brand new bubbles!” Tango asks appalled.

“Yes, but what if I shakes?”

“I! Why would you even think about that?”

“I’mma gonna shakes it.”

“Grian, no.”

The little gave Tango a cheeky smile and shook the container filled with bubbles.

Nothing happened.

“Oh.” He blinked at the container in his hand.

“Why do you even sound disappointed? If that went ca-splat everywhere you wouldn’t have been too happy mister.”

“It no spill.” Grian said simply.

Tango sighs. “Well yeah. It’s not supposed to spill.”

“Bu what if I shakes it harder?”

Tango face palmed. “Grian, if you spill those bubbles I’m not getting you anymore.”

“But what if I run out?”

“Well then I’ll get you more, but not if you waste them all again.”

The little sighed, understanding that his caregiver was being serious. And he really didn’t want to spoil his fun by wasting his precious bubbles.

“Otay, I no shakes anymore.”

“Good.”

 

Spoiler alert, Grian did in fact shake the bubble container once more. Just to see if the thing really wouldn’t spill. It in fact did.

It wasn’t the whole container but enough to cover his hand in soap before he realized what was happening and stopped. “Uh oh…”

He looked over at his caregiver. Was he going to be mad cause he wasted the bubbles? Tears prickled his eyes. What if he never got any more bubbles now because of this?

“Ta-tango?” He sniveled.

“Wha-? Gri, what did you do.”

“All gone?” Grian held out his hand.

Tango sighed. “I told you not to shake the container.”

“You said it wouldn’t spill.”

“Not if you shake it a bunch. Come on now. Let’s get you cleaned up. I think you’ve had enough bubbles for the day.”

Grian sniffed again. “You mad?”

“No I’m not mad hatchling.”

“Would you be mad if I shakes it again?”

“Grian! No!”

Notes:

This was just an excuse to post fanart and I'm not even sorry about it

Notes:

Did any of your parents even have a backpack for you with a leash attached when you were like a toddler or so? No. Just mine? Okay cool. My mom said that she loved the thing, kept me from running off all the time. So I thought it was perfect for Grian. who is a little gremlin.

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