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Part 6 of MK9-11 Agere
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Published:
2024-04-25
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2024-04-25
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2/2
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CG Skarlet w/ Regressor Erron

Summary:

Erron wants to color, because apparently, time scheduling means nothing and craft time is when he wants to do craft time.

Skarlet . . . doesn't really want to do craft time.

Notes:

WARNING: Illusion to blood in Ch. 2 but nothing specific/gory

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

Chapter Text

"Excuuuuse me, Mama," Erron said, waddling over. "But I have got a bone to pick wif you."

"Really?" Skarlet raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"It is two o'clock, and I do not have any craft to do," Erron frowned. "You have forsaken me."

Skarlet huff-laughed at his words. She set her book down, eyeing him. Erron hadn't been small earlier, she didn't even know he had regressed. He had taken a nap earlier due to a nasty headache.

He must have woken up small. Skarlet wouldn't have minded, if she wasn't being 'accused' right now.

"Forsakens a very big word," Skarlet commented, trying to see where Erron's headspace was.

Erron looked proud, "It's cause I know bigger words than you."

"Really?" Skarlet asked. "Well your big words are impressive. But you know what's really interesting?"

". . . What?" Erron looked confused.

"That it's one o'clock and I haven't done anything to you," Skarlet smiled, grabbing her book.

Erron huffed. What?! One o'clock?! This was bullstuffies- He wanted craft time now! He wanted craft time, so it should be craft time.

He never liked Skarlet's whole 'time scheduling' things when he was small. It helped her organize a decent dinner and kept 'routine' . . . But a cowboy doesn't need routine in his life. He needs crayons, and paper!

. . . Next tatic: Manipulation.

Erron whined, slumping over. Skarlet eyed him as he flopped onto the couch, lifting Skarlet's arm so he could bury his face into her tummy.

"But . . . Wanna hang out wif you, Mama," Erron's lip quivered. "Wanna color together."

Skarlet frowned, "Awh my poor baby . . . Nice try trying to pull at my heart."

Skarlet kissed Erron's temple, making the boy huff. She patted his arm so that she could stand up.

"What are you doing?" Erron asked as Skarlet began to walk away.

"Getting some coloring items," Skarlet said, earning a happy gasp. "Crayons and paper fine?"

"Yes!" Erron nodded. "Horsey too please!"

Skarlet looked at Erron, earning a giggle from him. Horsey was little Erron's favorite stuffed animal.

". . . And Horsey," she agreed.