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As temporary guardians of these tiny, needy creatures, Deceit was obligated to listen to them and their needs. Not that he hated them, no, he just knew they grew up to hate his guts, the lot of them.
Thankfully, Thomas was stuck with him and neither has the opportunity of escape with big pleading eyes and complete and utter helplessness. He hated that Dragon Witch and her damn curses.
Roman was, at most, four. Logan was the same age, being the left and right brain apparently made them twins. He could have scoffed at Thomas' surprise at that. Oh who would have known they were twins. Patton was two an a half at maximum and Virgil was a crawling one year old.
The one thing that kept him here was, actually, Virgil. He'd never seen the older side so tiny before, it was slightly jarring but somehow cute. This little being, incomplete and unfinished, trusted him with his life. He'd even been called Mama.
But if he was being honest, he wouldn't be anywhere else but listening to Roman and Logan playing knight and dragon, respectfully, watching over Patton as he watched cartoons and drew on some blank paper, and Virgil playing princess with the twins.
Thomas, finally, finally, came home with food for the kids he'd left twenty minutes ago for.
It had been absolute chaos when he was out. Virgil had cried for ten minutes while trying to figure out how to open the door. Roman had thrown glitter at him. Patton had thrown up on him twice. Logan had tried to go outside to gather bugs for some ungodly readon and ended up covered in mud that required a bath. Then Virgil needed his ciaper changed and Roman had thrown even more glitter at him until he banned glitter from the household.
Dee heard the distinct babble of Virgil crawling up to Thomas. Virgil, apparently, hadn't walked for a while when he was younger and so he still crawled around at the human equivalent of one year old.
"Daddy lookie, dragon!" He heard the baby proudly proclaim in his broken, slurred English. It was still somehow cute.
"That's really cute, Virgil. Go show Mama." Thomas sounded emotional, like he was about to cry. Expecting a crawling Virgil with a dirty dragon, he looked back to intercept him and pick him up.
"Mama lookie!" Virgil exclaimed as he turned. He looked back to a baby Vigil, big purple and brown eyes wide filled with happiness and determination he'd never seen in them before, standing, holding his dragon up and waving it around to make him look at it.
"Thomas, he's walking! He took his first steps! Take a video!" He could already see the phone in Thomas' hands, recording Virgil. But this was something he definitely wanted on video. He wanted to remember this forever.
"Come to Mama, Baby Bat." He held his hands out to the youngest side and Virgil toddled his tiny self over to im and stuck the dragon in his face.
"Mama, dragon!" Virgil exclaimed happily.
He may have a slobber covered stuffed animal against his face, a mixture of glitter, mud, soap, and bile staining his cloak, and be compltely exhausted from chasing after Roman and Logan. But Deceit might just be the happiest he's ever been despite it.