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You were in the living room, doodling on one of the sketchpads your Dad had gotten you. ...The puppet one. He had found it in the trash zone, sure, but it was clean! And he even got you some colored pencils.
The door opened, and you looked up. Speak of the devil. "HIYA KIDDO! WHATCHA [Paintings]?"
"S'a bird."
Spamton cackled that freaky laugh of his, which was soothing to you at this point. "WHERE'S [CATHODE]?"
"Upstairs, I think, cleaning."
"YA EATEN?"
"Can I have a snack?"
"I'LL MAKE YA A [PB N J] IN A JIFF, KIDDO!"
Spamton gave you finger guns as he made his way to the small kitchen, looking around. He made his way into the cupboards as heavy footsteps came down the steps.
"Spammy? Y/N?"
"Hi TV Dad!"
A big smile graced his screen as he walked over to you, crouching down to your level. A kiss to your head made your hair stand up from the static, and you laughed.
"Drawing?"
"Yeah. Spam Dad is making me a pb n j."
Tenna peeked around the corner, lifting a 'brow' as he kept looking for things in the wrong places. He loved this man, but did not love how he cannot seem to remember where anything is. He rubbed your back and gave a 'hold on' motion before going to the kitchen.
"Spam- SPAMMY. Peanut butter and stuff is here- Bread is there- Jelly is in the fridge."
"...OH. ...I [Knowing] THAT."
Tenna rolled his nonexistent eyes as he went back over to you, sitting down beside you. The flower that came from his nose popped out again. You giggled a little bit at that.
"Whatcha drawing, honey?"
"Bird."
"Can I see?"
You showed him your messy doodle of a bird, and he let out a gasp. "That's a nice bird, sweetie! You're getting so good at drawing!"
Spamton scuttled into the room, a fresh PB n J on a plate.
"HERE YA GO, YA LIL [Love of my life]!- ER-..."
Taking the plate, you put it to the side for a moment before tugging Spamton in for a hug, tight, kissing his cheek before letting go. He looked enamored.
"Thanks, Dad!"
Spamton shook a bit.
"....[CATHODE] I LOVE OUR [@#$%]ING KID-"
"SPAMTON- GOOD LORD, LANGUAGE!"