After he came back from agonizingly answering questions of the saleswoman at the department store who keeps asking if the clothes he bought was for his child, along with buying some take out because Dallon's probably been hungry for hours, he finally made his way back.
He remembered making a call to Dallon before knocking on his door.
Brendon dialled Dallon's number as he waits outside of his door. The phone kept ringing but no one answered it. He's starting to panic. What if something happened to Dallon?
"Dallon? This is Brendon! Open the door!" Brendon started knocking at the door frantically. "Dallon!" He calls out again, but there was no response.
Brendon felt his phone buzzed in his pocket. He hastely grabbed it and checked his phone.
Dallon: fell asleep. stop knocking so loud and be quiet. someone might hear. :P
He heard the door knob turn, unlocking the door. Brendon opened the door to find a disheveled Dallon yawning. His eyes look a bit droopy as he stares up at Brendon. The urge to take a picture of this Dallon is strong, but he stops himself. He doesn't want his ass kicked in the near future.
He gives Dallon the clothes, and some shoes, which Brendon hopes it's the right size. Dallon just stares at the clothes incredulously.
"Really, Brendon? A bowtie and suspenders?"
"What? You wear those, right?"
"Yeah, but not like this. Not when I'm like this." Dallon points out as he looks at his small body like it's the bane of his existence.
"Sorry, Dal. You gotta bear with it for a while until we know how we can change you back." He shrugs, as he offered the take out that he bought for Dallon.
While Dallon eats, he thinks about all the possible excuses that he could make up to the other people. Dallon became sick and can't come to practice? He had to get home because he had an emergency? He suddenly became a child and can't play for a while until he returns to normal? What does he do now?
"Bren, do you wanna eat?" Dallon says as he offers his Chinese take-out.
"No. I'm fine. How long have you been like that?"
Dallon swallows the food in his mouth before he responds. "I think it's been 5 hours before you found me."
"You've been under the bed for 5 hours?!"
"Of course not." He scoffs. Seeing a child scoff at him is kinda insulting but Brendon doesn't say it out loud. "The moment you knocked, I hid under the bed. I really didn't know how to tell you how I became like this. So thank you for believing in me, Bren."
Brendon smiles up at those words of gratitude. When it comes from a child, it always sounds so sincere from their mouths. He ruffles Dallon's bed head and chuckles. Dallon pouts at him in return.
"I'm still older than you, Bren." The kid beside him says grumpily.
He gives Dallon as mischievous smirk. "That's not how I see it."
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"Aww, look at you. You look like a nerdy kid." Brendon coos as he inspects Dallon's outfit. The clothes are a perfect fit on him. He was wearing the dress shirt along with the suspenders, the bowtie as the final touch. He looks like one of those nerdy kids who like to study on TV.
He remembers that Dallon has his eyeglasses by his bag. He retrieves it and puts it on him.
"Perfect." Brendon grins.
A scowl appears on Dallon's face as he points an accusing finger at Brendon. "...You picked this on purpose didn't you?"
He raises his hands on defense from the accusation, trying his best to look as innocent as possible. "N-No! I'd never do that to you, Dal."
Dallon gives him a suspicious look before turning away to fix the bowtie. He didn't have to wear it if he didn't want to, and Brendon thinks he has some sort of fetish for bowties. He discreetly snaps a photo of Little Dallon as he fixes himself on the mirror and smiles at the sight.
Minutes later, a hand is tugging at his jacket sleeve. When he looks down from his phone, it Dallon telling him that he was ready.
"Guess you'll have to stay with me for a while." Brendon says as he held the small hand of the kid. It's so weird to see and feel Dallon's hand like that. There are no signs of the callouses on his now tiny fingers. The signs of the bass player on his band was lost on this new image of a kid.
"How can I bring him back?"
"Ready?" He prompts Dallon. The kid nods, his tiny hand squeezing his.
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Little Giraffe // Brallon
Fanfiction"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my...
