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:::Afterdeath::: Scarf -- (Fluff)

Just a simple Afterdeath family piece I wrote up in like half an hour. I got the idea after reading one of Myoukin's stories, where it was mentioned that when Goth was young, he would try to take Geno's scarf.

No one's POV::

Geno chuckled lightly as he felt the young toddler in his lap try to tug at his red scarf again. For every time he had to tug it away, Goth never seemed to learn. Even if Geno found disapproval in the action, he couldn't help but find it adorably amusing, that was until Goth tried to gnaw on the fabric, which certainly drew a more stern reaction from the parent.

"He's still trying to get it from you?" Reaper walked into the living room, having heard a whine from the child.

"He seems oddly attached to it," Reaper spared a glance at his husband before looking back down at his son, who was still fruitlessly reaching for the red fabric.

"Must be an inherited trait," The god teased, leaving a light kiss on Geno's temple, before carefully taking Goth from him. "I can take him off your hands then,"

"Thanks hun," Geno sighed tiredly, finding the care of his son a far more daunting task than he would have thought, even more so with the child's need for exploration. The mother would have taken this chance to lay back onto the couch they were on, maybe even get some sleep, but was interrupted by more whining from the toddler, now seeming more distressing. Geno looked over at them, still being held in place in his father's lap.

"...mama..." Goth little hand attempted to reach out to the parent, tears pricking his little sockets, almost akin to being abandoned by him. Of course, the sight was more than Geno could bare and he reach over and grabbed the small one from his husband, pulling him against his shoulder to comfort him, quietly shushing him. Geno could feel Goth clutch his red scarf, sniffling and hiccuping subtly, but easing significantly from before.

"Looks like he's already choosing a favorite," Reaper teased lightly, leaning back on the couch himself now that his parental obligations were so simply swept from him by his partner, "You know he was just doing it to get your attention,"

"Oh hush, I couldn't see my baby cry like that," Reaper chuckled at Geno's doting behavior.

"Goth knows that," Reaper continued to smirk at Geno, knowing he was right, while Geno continued to ignore him and gently pet Goth's back. Geno was relieved to hear his son now quiet, lightly nuzzling into the scarf around his neck.

"...soff..." The glitched skeleton felt a bright smile grace his face at the muted comment from his son, dismissing any potential wrong doing the child may have had in the past few minutes. He would have vocally expressed his excitement with the small one if it weren't for the notice of his slumber.

"I'm gonna go put Goth upstairs," Reaper nodded, remaining put on the couch as his eyes followed Geno's path to the stairs.

"Sure you don't want me to do it?"

"You'll have to pry him from me first. Doesn't seem like he'll let go," Geno spoke softly with an underlying chuckle, turning back to the stairs to walk into the small nursery that seemed initially crudely prepared, not that Goth seemed to mind. When he carefully place the child in his bed, he noticed the grip he had on his scarf. Geno ever so carefully attempted to pry the hand away, being mindful of the delicate child, but found it was pointless to do so if not to simply wake him up, and Geno wasn't about to lose this chance for peace and quiet. Slowly, he unwound the scarf from his neck and immediately saw Goth cuddle up beside it as though it were a teddy bear. Geno remained over the bed for a moment as he mused at his sleeping son, lightly running his finger over his tiny cheekbone. After giving his son a light kiss on the head, Geno went back downstairs and sat beside his husband, who easily took notice to the lack of the garment.

"You actually left it with him?"

"He's asleep anyway, not much could happen to it," Reaper shrugged, but carefully wrapped an arm around Geno when he felt the smaller lean on him tiredly.

"You could probably get some sleep yourself," Geno hummed quietly but wasn't opposed to the notion, finding himself already dozing off in the looming warmth of his husband.