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Skeppy bit his lip. He was a little nervous. Well, a little was pushing it. He was finally, FINALLY, moving in with his boyfriend of 1 year after a few months of procrastination from the both of them.
Though he hid one very small and important detail from Bad. He was a little. Sometimes he liked to regress to a younger state due to some old trauma he had. Plus, it was sometimes fun to relax with a stuffed hedgehog he called Doug and watch some cartoons.
Speaking of, that was what he was doing. Bad was out doing some errands. Said he was supposed to be gone for a few hours, so Skeppy felt safe to regress. He could,, relatively handle it by himself. Though it did get lonely and sometimes he was scared to drop without a caregiver.
Skeppy is currently colored in a coloring book with a pacifier in his mouth. He was coloring in a random coloring book. Doug in his lap as some Bluey played in the background. It was fun. Now, Skeppy rarely had his phone when little. He usually sets it up to let it charge and such.
Which is why when he heard the front door and Bad swinging the door open, he jumped.
“Geppy! You’ll never believe-” Bad stopped dead in his tracks. Seeing Skeppy in a blue footed onesie. He blinked and watched as Skeppy began to tear up. He didn’t know what this was. Was this a mental illness? Was his boyfriend just an oversized toddler?
Though when he saw Skeppy tear up, he immediately kicked in. “Geppy- what’s wrong? What- is this?”
Skeppy just about wailed as he hid himself in his favorite Luca blankie. Not answering the older and taller. Accidentally dropping to a younger age. He usually stayed within the 1 - 6-year-old range. Right now? He had just dropped to 2 years old.
Bad bit his lip. Asking questions was getting them nowhere. He crouched down and asked softly. “Geppy? C’mon, let’s color together?” He offered with a kind smile. Getting some of his pocket tissues from his pocket.
Skeppy slowly emerged from the blanket and blinked with watery eyes. Almost as if he didn’t believe that Bad wanted to color with him. Though he moved his face when Bad began to wipe away the tears and snot. He had his Mulan sippy cup nearby.
Bad said “Theeeere we go! All cleaned up! Doesn’t that feel better Geppy?” He smiled and bundled up the tissue. Placing it into his pocket, reminding himself to throw it away later.
Skeppy hummed an answer. His way of saying he supposed so. He had gone a little non-verbal. Sue him.
He began to color with Bad. Getting a little bit more confident with his 8 pack of colors. He had had them for a while. Bad then stated “We’ll have to get you some new crayons soon Geppy! Do you like to color?” The older one was slowly catching on that this may be little space.
Skeppy nodded quickly. His eyes nearly stars behind his pacifier as Bad mentioned new crayons. He couldn’t remember the last time he got new crayons. Soon his stomach grumbled and Skeppy whined.
Bad asked Skeppy. “Are you hungry?” With an obvious huff, Skeppy nodded towards the now standing male. Skeppy made grabby hands towards Bad, wanting him to pick him up. Skeppy knew he could. Bad did it all the time when he was big.
The demon knelt down and picked up Skeppy, still wrapped up in the warm blanket. Skeppy smiled happily. He enjoyed having Bad there. Made him feel safer and protected. He never wanted this feeling to go away.
Bad gently set Skeppy down onto the counter and asked. Want me to refill your sippy?” He had drained the water in it after crying so he nodded and shyly handed it over. Bad rinsed it out before filling it with a bit of milk. Screwing the lid back on, he gave it to Skeppy. He then began to make some mac n cheese.
Skeppy soon aged up a bit to 5 years old. He took out his pacifier and said “Papa- ‘m five!” He smiled, flapping his arms a bit.
Bad smiled. He got it now- the other was just regressed. He had heard a thing or two about it from Puffy. “Oh, such a big boy! Are you papa’s big boy?”
Skeppy tended to flap his hands a lot even when big. Especially whenever he was excited or was nervous. “Uh huh! Uh huh! Papa’s big boy!” He said happily.
Bad giggled “You little goober!” He smiled and soon finished up the mac n cheese. He set Skeppy at the table and got down an old child-like plate that they got when they went to the zoo and put some mac n cheese on it along with a few washed carrots and washed strawberries with two mini-KitKats as a treat.
Skeppy cheered happily when Bad set the plate down. He ate some as Bad told him. “Make sure not to go too fast and only eat what you want to, but I do want you to eat at least a bit from the carrots, okay?”
Skeppy nodded, telling Bad that he understood and made sure Doug sat next to him on the table.
Bad smiled and asked Skeppy. “Who’s this little buddy?” He recognized it as the stuffed animal he got Skeppy on that same zoo trip. It was their first date.
Skeppy giggled and said “Doug! Doug-y Doug Doug!” Bad giggled happily and ate himself a quick sandwich. Soon Skeppy finished and Bad helped him clean his plate.
Bad stated “It’s important to always stay clean, and washing dishes is a part of that.” He smiled and Skeppy nodded, agreeing happily. Soon Skeppy ran back to the living room. Getting a small “No running!” From Bad.
After a bit of watching cartoons and playing a small mobile game on Bad’s phone, he yawned. Bad asked, “Are you getting tired, gem?” He was met with a tired nod.
Bad smiled and gently scooped up Skeppy and laid him down onto the bed, tucking him in. He kissed his forehead and left the room to let Skeppy nap, making sure there was a small night light in the darkening room. Now a lot of the things Skeppy had made a lot more sense.
The taller one worked around the house some. Cleaning up and unpacking a few boxes. Making sure not to be too loud to not wake up Skeppy. He got a lot done by the time Skeppy woke up.
Skeppy was big again. Changing into a hoodie and some sweatpants. He left his pacifier onto his nightstand and kept Doug on the bed. He yawned and placed on his glasses. He found Bad in the spare room/office area, unpacking both of their heavy lift gaming computers.
He made his way over and began to help. Bad smiled and said, “We should probably talk.” He chuckled and unpacked some of the fanart both of them got. Mostly Skeppy as he tended to collect it.
Skeppy chuckled “We probably should... I’ll start. So, obviously- you know, I didn’t have the best childhood. So now, I really just regress to 1 to 6 years old if things get stressful or if I just want to. It helps and it’s calming.” He shrugged.
Bad listened as Skeppy explained it all. Letting Skeppy explain everything about little space and what usual caregivers and littles do and such. Bad soon asked “Did I, like- was I good-” “Oh perfect! I would... I would really like for you to do it again sometime.”
Bad smiled widely “Geppy! I would love to!” He hugged Skeppy tightly, who squawked at the sudden hug and began ranting about how he could have dropped his keyboard. Bad giggled. “If you did, you know you would just buy a new one.” He teased the shorter one.
Skeppy stuck out his tongue happily and kissed Bad softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, gem.”