01-16-2020, 03:24 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]milo has always been the only child.
and so, working with kids wasn't . . . particularly within his domain. his relationship with them was rather complex, odd. his issue ? he lacked dominance. instead of him asserting his authority over the children, they easily asserted their dominance over him with just a raising of their voice. he was like those parents who didn't know how to tell their child, 'no' because well, he didn't. he also couldn't deny the task. he'd been denying things for too long. wanted to become more involved with his community. as much as he'd like to chill in his pink pajama pants and talk brendan's ear off, brendan was always first to take action; maybe it was his turn? just a thought.
and plus, like all other things, babysitting was something that took practice, right? kalief was always shocked at how uncomfortable he was with kids, always talked about him being a child at heart. while kalief sometimes secluded himself from the family, sometimes snuck out to attend parties —to smoke or drink — milo, once comfortable, became okay with entertaining his friend's siblings within the presence of others. he'd teach them monopoly, allow them to borrow pages from his sketchbook to obtain their own art, even allow them to drill "Let It Go" into his brain as long as there was someone to obtain authority when necessary.
but this time, there is no authority and he is left alone to deal with children he hasn't dealt with since christmas. lottie and thomas, thankfully sleep soundly — but he fears for long as henry and ida don't— ida's face specifically twisted into a scowl as she stares at him with dissatisfaction. "you're so boring! are we going to do anything fun?" as she talks crap, she's stroking casey all the same. henry joyously does the same, seemingly satisfied with playing with the kid if his sister hadn't complained. now he looks at milo expectantly, who sits across from the two with his legs crossed.
"do you want to play a game or something?" he has a few board games stuffed under his bed, ones that he has yet to convince brendan to play with then. ida shakes her head. "can we take casey out for a walk?" as much as he'd love to go outside at the basis of satisfying ida, the children sleep. "afraid we can't. your niece and nephew are sleeping." ida raspberries and sighs, "where's brendan? even he's more fun than you." yikes. where was brendan?
and so, working with kids wasn't . . . particularly within his domain. his relationship with them was rather complex, odd. his issue ? he lacked dominance. instead of him asserting his authority over the children, they easily asserted their dominance over him with just a raising of their voice. he was like those parents who didn't know how to tell their child, 'no' because well, he didn't. he also couldn't deny the task. he'd been denying things for too long. wanted to become more involved with his community. as much as he'd like to chill in his pink pajama pants and talk brendan's ear off, brendan was always first to take action; maybe it was his turn? just a thought.
and plus, like all other things, babysitting was something that took practice, right? kalief was always shocked at how uncomfortable he was with kids, always talked about him being a child at heart. while kalief sometimes secluded himself from the family, sometimes snuck out to attend parties —to smoke or drink — milo, once comfortable, became okay with entertaining his friend's siblings within the presence of others. he'd teach them monopoly, allow them to borrow pages from his sketchbook to obtain their own art, even allow them to drill "Let It Go" into his brain as long as there was someone to obtain authority when necessary.
but this time, there is no authority and he is left alone to deal with children he hasn't dealt with since christmas. lottie and thomas, thankfully sleep soundly — but he fears for long as henry and ida don't— ida's face specifically twisted into a scowl as she stares at him with dissatisfaction. "you're so boring! are we going to do anything fun?" as she talks crap, she's stroking casey all the same. henry joyously does the same, seemingly satisfied with playing with the kid if his sister hadn't complained. now he looks at milo expectantly, who sits across from the two with his legs crossed.
"do you want to play a game or something?" he has a few board games stuffed under his bed, ones that he has yet to convince brendan to play with then. ida shakes her head. "can we take casey out for a walk?" as much as he'd love to go outside at the basis of satisfying ida, the children sleep. "afraid we can't. your niece and nephew are sleeping." ida raspberries and sighs, "where's brendan? even he's more fun than you." yikes. where was brendan?
[align=center][I]i was told when i got older all my fears would shrink info