Little Giraffe // Brallon

Chapter 3

The crew and staff greet them with smiles as they pass by. Their gazes seem to be directed more at the kid beside him. Brendon walks in a brisk pace as he drags Dallon along with him. He'd rather avoid the questions forming in their heads.

"Hey, Bren!"

Zack approaches them. The small hand in his begins to tightens. He looks down to see Dallon hiding behind him. Dallon knows Zack. Why is he hiding?

Zack seems to have noticed the kid hiding behind him. "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 sister's son, uh... Darren."

He squints his eyes, as he inspects the kid behind him. "Nephew then. Weird. He looks like Dallon."

Brendon chuckles nervously, clearly fearing how close Zack was. "Crazy, right? So, uh. Anyone looking for me?"

"More like looking for Dallon. Found him yet?"

He felt the small hand squeeze his as Dallon's name was mentioned. He's not exactly going to tell Zack that he transformed in to a little kid. Crazy things are happening to him and he's not even high.

"He, uh. Called me. Uh, said about an emergency or something."

"Oh. Well, you don't even need him anyway, man. You've been fine without him anyways, right?" Zack needs some filter in his mouth, but that doesn't really mean he's clean himself. He might have said some harsh words to Dallon, behind and in front of his face.

And knowing that he's hearing all this bullshit about him as a little kid makes Brendon feel guilty.

"Right. So, uh. We gotta go..."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Stay the kid out of trouble. We wouldn't want someone touching some stuff."

When Zack left, he turns his gaze to Dallon. He can't read the expression on his face. It's unreadable as he looks ahead. Kids are mostly expressive, but he thinks Dallon must have been a mature kid.

"Dal?" Calling the kid's attention softly, Dallon turns his head to look at him. He's smiling the moment his gaze went to Brendon's. And he knows that smile anywhere. He's seen it on Dallon more often than it should be, but seeing it when he's a kid...

"Don't listen to him." he says apologetically, his eyes looking anywhere than Dallon's stare.

The kid shook his head, his smile widens and it's hurting Brendon how he's already mastered that forced smile like it was his real one. "No, it's okay. Let's go, Bren!"

"Dal--"

"It's okay! Really! I'm used to it, Bren. Come oooon!" Dallon whines, using all his little might on pulling him by the hand.

As Dallon ushers him on, Brendon can't help but think about how he's one of the people who made Dallon believe he's worthless.

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"Wow. He's like, a miniature version of Dallon."

Kenny is being on Dad mode again as he dotes on the kid. It's pretty adorable when Kenny lifted him up and making Dallon squeal. And right now, Kenny is laughing and running around the room like a maniac as he carries Dallon on a piggyback ride.

Laughter surrounds the room as they play together, Dan sits on the couch as he watches them fondly, and chuckles whenever the kid squeals in delight.

Brendon is kinda relieved that these two are fond of kids. And at least making Dallon smiles after that little disaster with Zack.

"Your nephew is a charming kid. A little nerdy but definitely adorable. I can't wait to see the look on Dallon's face once he sees his little doppelganger." Dan said as he watches Kenny and Dallon playing and giggling over some joke.

He doesn't really tell the truth to them when they asked about Dallon. The truth is the last thing they'd ever believe.

Brendon was relieved that practice ended well without any casualty. It was kinda hard without the bass but this would have to do while Dallon can't play. He's awfully behave as the kid watched their practice by the couch. Though Brendon needs to remember that only his body turned into a kid and not his brain.

"...Being a kid again is kinda nice." Dallon says after waving goodbye to Dan and Kenny. Brendon raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"

A small smile forms in his lips. "I think it's fun."

He's not sure what's going through Dallon's head and why he's saying those things. "You don't want to go back to normal?"

Dallon scoffs again. Giving Brendon a critical look. "I don't want these clothes for the rest of my life." He says, as he pouts about his clothing.

That's how Brendon started laughing, remembering the tall snarky, witty Dallon.

"D-Don't laugh!" the kid protests indignantly, making a grumble as Brendon messes with his mop of hair.

"You look good in them. As a kid and as an adult." It's true. Brendon knows if there's anyone who could pull off a bowtie and suspenders and still look good, it's Dallon.

And to have seen that little blush form on the younger one's cheeks is an achievement.

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"Think you'll be turning back to normal anytime soon?" Brendon inquires as he searches for possible articles of cases where someone turns into a kid. Internet always has an answer.

Dallon looks up from his book, and shook his head. "I don't feel anything. I don't think so."

That answers that. He's not even sure Dallon's condition could even be scientifically explained. If this is God's (if there's any God) way of shitting Dallon then that's pretty terrible.

"How long will I stay like this?" Dallon's voice sounds small, smaller than it already is thanks to his form.

He sighs defeatedly, not knowing the answer to his question. He's starting to notice how much he's beginning to hate that expression on Dallon's face.

"Are you sleepy?" He changes the subject, knowing it's the best thing to do rather than give Dallon some false hope. To Brendon's relief, he nods.

"Where will you sleep?" Dallon asked as Brendon tucked him on bed.

"Couch."

Dallon scoots, giving a space on the bed. "Sleep here, please?"

Denying that face will only make him feel guilty. The bed is big enough anyway, so he lies beside Dallon under the blanket. A sleepy smile appears on the kid's face as he looks at Brendon. "I'm sorry for being a nuisance, Bren."

"Don't apologize. We'll get you back. Don't worry." Brendon reassures him as he tucks the blanket to Dallon's chin.

"'M s'rry, Bren. S'rry..." He mumbles sleepily as he yawn, and goes to sleep. As Brendon watches the innocent, younger image of this Dallon mumbling sleepily of apologies, he can't help but feel the guilt for making Dallon believe everything was his fault.