![]() Usually I take away fun stuff for a while, like games and tv, until you can show me you've thought about your actions and plan to shape up and be better next time. "What if we do something you don't approve of? What will happen?" He asks, voice meek, unable to meet his relatives' gaze. Hunter fidgets with the edge of the table, running his nail over the wood. "Is there anything else your mom told you to expect that you're worried about?" 99 asks gently, taking another sip from his mug. In this house, I feed the kids I take care of, and I don't hit them. "Lots of other people believe those things too, because some Mandalorians can be harsh, even to children. "So your mom believes those things are true, which is why she told you them," 99 says carefully, thinking back on what he'd rehearsed this morning as he'd gone out to feed the animals. When nothing happens, his shoulders drop in relief. Hunter nods slowly, hesitantly reaching for his milk in case he'll be stopped from taking a drink, or shouted at suddenly. "I know your mom said some things about me, and Mandalorians, that kinda put you on edge, right?" "So boys, I said last night we'd talk," 99 says, voice casual, deliberately not taking on any stiff body language as he stays leaning back in his chair. If he could have a cinnamon roll every single day for the rest of his life, he absolutely would, no question. Hunter takes a slow bite, taking time to chew and letting the soft sweetness of the sugar and brief sharpness of cinnamon wash over his tongue before he decides if he likes it. Well, if everyone else seems to approve, that's good enough for him. They've never been fed so well for two meals in a row. ![]() "It really is," Wrecker leans over to whisper, before ducking his head back down to scoop potatoes into his mouth. "Cinnamon roll," Cody replies, mouth half-full. thing?" He asks, making a face at his own vagueness, which Mother would scold him for normally. What Hunter wouldn't give to try it-it smells incredible. "Mmhmm?" 99 hums, taking a sip of coffee from his mug. "Uncle?" He chances, recalling the kindness from the night before, and risking asking an uninvited question. ![]() Once he's sure his brothers have gotten their food and started eating, Hunter turns to his own plate and pokes experimentally at the sugary baked thing with his fork. As it stands, he takes three, to go with the round thing dripping with liquified sugar that he doesn't recognize but it smells heavenly, along with some diced potatoes. If Hunter could be sure of no consequences, he honestly might have taken every piece of bacon lying in front of him. This time, their cousins point out the buffet-style line of plates on the counter, instructing the boys to grab what they want. Hunter's mouth starts watering the second he steps foot into the hall, the scent of food wafting up from the open air below and practically carrying him and his brothers downstairs. "Great! Breakfast is about ready, so let's get moving." "Yes, sir," they reply sleepily in unison, though the truthfulness of that statement is debatable, as late as they'd stayed up talking about the movie from yesterday. "Wha-?" Wrecker mumbles as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. When he squints his eyes open, it takes him a moment to remember where he is, and who the man standing in the doorway is. ![]() "Rise and shine, boys!" a masculine voice announces, lights blinding Hunter briefly through his eyelids and causing his face to scrunch up at the intrusion. ![]()
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