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I think it would be kinda funny in a dark way. If when someone asked what happen to soldier jd leg, he shrugs and says his usual answer only for one if bruce kids to say, I'll go get it then run off and bring his replacement leg. Then say I git it uncle jd!

"So... where is the leg?”

John blinked at the person who was now staring at the place his left leg should be. It was still in the process of being tweaked a little and not currently attached. Branch had made it, mostly, but Clay was constantly trying to put his own spin on things. It drove Branch absolutely batshit insane and now they had this strange rivalry about making things. It had started with John's new fake leg - which he knew both of them had another in the works - but it had grown into almost everything else.

Clay was crazy smart, but Branch had the definite advantage of being some kind of mix of creative and engineer. Or something. He really couldn't pay much attention - the both of them spoke in weird terms that he couldn't really follow well.

"I was in the military," John shrugged lightly. "It's-."

"I can go get it!" one of Bruce's kids said, hanging on his leg for a moment before running off.

The person just startled and John grimaced a little. It wasn’t a few minutes later that the youngster came back, lugging the leg on his side.

“I got your leg Uncle JD!”

Oh boy.

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Clay wasn’t sure what held him back. Upon the evacuation of the Golf Course, he had taken the rear of the group and although he knew Viva had found some help to get them to some place of relative safety, he had no idea who they were. Or even where they were going. It wasn’t until everyone had gotten away from the course, hours later and the world getting darker, that he started to find out things. He helped his people get settled down for the night, creating makeshift tents and shelters for the night. Everyone was scared. Of course everyone was scared.

They had lost their home.

They had no idea where they were going, what was going to happen, how their future was going to change yet again. First the escape of the Troll Tree and now the evacuation of the Golf Course, everything and anything was uncertain.

Everyone was well settled into a well-defensible clearing. He had heard Viva let a few scouts go around the edges to make sure things were okay and keep an eye out. He eventually found Viva settling in next to a fire with a couple other trolls - both familiar and unfamiliar - huddled around on logs dragged from the forest. He took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself, letting the smell of the fire and the crackling of the flames fill his senses.

“And here we thought Johnny here was the last pop troll around,” one of their guides cackled. He had some sort of strange accent Clay couldn’t identify and he couldn’t quite make out the form of the troll from the shadows, despite the illumination of the fire.

He could see Viva rather clearly. She looked a little confused but also curious. “What do you mean?”

“Well… Johnny left home for a bit and when he came back? Everyone was destroyed,” the troll responded. Another troll draped in shadows tensed. It was all Clay could make out from him. “Some of us saw a bit of it… it was… yikes. And after what he told us about… those giants? He thought that everyone had been eaten.”

Viva looked nervous. “The tree looks that bad?”

There was a hesitation. Another troll, who hadn’t spoken yet, let out a quiet, low, “Yes.”

“It was rough there for a while,” the first troll said, continuing to speak. “For him, I mean. Spent years with the gray and you know what comes with that…”

“I do?” Viva echoed.

Grayness wasn’t exactly a very common phenomenon around Pop trolls. They were naturally optimistic and happy, easy to forgive and extremely adaptable. Not everyone knew much about grayness and it was hardly mentioned in school work. Clay knew a bit about it, with some of the sad novels he read, but even he didn’t quite understand it all. He supposed, he had never really quite tried either.

“Hopelessness,” the troll said. “It’s only in the last few years, he’s gotten some of his color back.”

If the subject of their conversation seemed to have any objection to being talked about - and his struggles - he didn’t say anything. Viva looked between the group, the other Putt Putt trolls exchanging uneasy glances. “How… long-?”

“Uh,” the second troll - Johnny, Clay thought he remembered him being called - trailed off, uncertainly. “Over ten years? Maybe thirteen?”

“That…” Viva frowned worriedly. “We escaped about 14 years ago.”

“I wasn’t gone long.”

“And you thought your family was dead this entire time?” One of the Putt Putt Trolls - Flora - looked something akin to horrified with a touch of understanding and empathy. No one was entirely sure if anyone else escaped. They all suspected but no one knew who had survived and who had not. And no one was quite brave enough to go out and try to find them.

“If… If you survived, perhaps my brothers did as well,” the voice was barely a whisper and had a flicker of hesitant hope. “But I don’t want to count on it.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t want to be struck down again,” the first troll answered for him, understanding. “False hope can be devastating.”

“Other pop trolls survived,” Viva said, strongly. “The escapees. We were caught by Bergens and then escaped. There are others but we just don’t know where they are.”

“If they’re out there, they are exceptionally difficult to find.”

****

Clay followed John into the woods, his big brother humming a slow, unfamiliar tune. It sounded almost sad but that didn’t make any sense. He had never known his brother to listen to any sad music. John just started piling sticks next to a tree.

He had waited, momentarily, when John left the fire. Viva had glanced at him, a little confused but she trusted him. They talked about John almost like he wasn’t even there and although they talked in abstract riddles, Clay tried to piece together some things. Like his brother came back to the tree - for them - and thought his entire family was dead. Had for well over a decade. Just the thought made Clay sick to his stomach.

“John Dory.”

His brother turned around but his face just fell into a disappointed but almost concerned frown. Okay, so Clay wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he wasn’t expecting that for sure. It was like John was unhappy to see him. Perhaps he just should have known better. They had separated on terrible terms and John had said goodbye forever. The talk around the fire made it seem like he wanted his brothers back, to be alive. The look on his face told a different story.

“Oh. I guess I should have seen this coming.”

That was really not what he was expecting. “What?”

“One mention of my dead brothers and my brain decides yeah, lets hallucinate again,” John’s chuckle was hollow and without humor and it made Clay’s stomach turn over at least a dozen times.

“What?”

John squinted at him, slightly confused. “You don’t have to sound so shocked. I know you know.”

“I know?” Clay echoed, far more confused.

“Well, get on with it.”

“Get on… with?”

“I'd rather you leave quickly so I don’t have to take hallucination medication again. It messes with my memory and I’d like to keep whatever memories I do have at this point.”

“Get on with what?”

John tilted his head. “You’ve never acted this way before.”

“In your hallucinations?” Clay asked for clarification. “How does it usually go?”

“Lots of yelling, upset remarks, blame anger, etc. Guilt. Not you but me, obviously.”

That wasn’t obvious to Clay.

“Then you usually spout out how much you hate me and I just laugh.”

Clay’s stomach dropped. “Laugh?”

“Of course.”

“Why would you laugh?”

“Because you could never hate me as much as I hate myself.”

Clay sucked in a breath. “I don’t hate you.”

John looked mildly surprised, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. Clay wondered how many times John’s mind had told him that, using Clay’s face.

“Do you miss me?”

John snorted again. “That is a dumb question.”

Clay tried not to look hurt. “You used to tell me there was no such thing as dumb questions.”

“There isn’t. Except for that one. Well… except another one too but you haven’t asked me that one. I’m grateful for that.”

“What is the other dumb question?”

“Asking if I love you.”

Clay blinked. He had never really thought to ask that. No matter how much answer and resentment he held onto, for no matter how long, that never crossed his mind. And he was grateful for that. “I don’t need to ask a question I already know the answer to.”

He was pretty sure John was holding his breath. He was scared.

“I know you love me.”

And he let it out. “I do. Although I am a little surprised my brain is trying to assure me of that. That you know.”

“Do you think you have enough sticks?”

“Are you sticking along? Sometimes Pete is an ass about it.”

“About what?”

“The hallucinations.”

Oh right. John didn’t know he was real. “I won’t be obnoxious.”

He sighed. “Well, I can’t get rid of my guilty conscious so whatever.”

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I think I like the idea of Floyd happens to be in town for a gig, decides to go pay bruce a visit at his resort. Bruce is out at the moment doing something, Floyd asks one of the employees ( a newbie) for his brother but bc he doesn't know that jd there. They get JD instead. It takes him a minute but then wait are john dory?

Floyd? Bam reunion plus tears plus mini freak out when he realized jd leg is gone.

HAHA

I'll level up. Idk if this is REALLY what happens but let's see what I can do. I just can't quite make up my mind cause I kind of like the idea of things being linked with some music stuff but I'm also uncertain.

So I don't know what actually happens but I decided I'd use this prompt and word vomit something up anyways lol

Floyd didn't talk to any of his brothers much anymore.

It wasn't on purpose; it wasn't because of any anger or resentment or anything like that. He was just so busy, traveling so much, constantly on the move that it was difficult to find time for even a phone call when any one of them wasn't busy with something else. Branch was in school when Floyd had a lunch break. Clay was very often stuck in a lab or experiment when Floyd was about ready to go to bed - usually with the time difference. Bruce's full attention was constantly on his slew of young kids, wife and resort. It was a struggling process, but he had grown into mostly writing letters to his brothers rather than trying to catch them on the phone. It wasn't the best way of communication but at least he got more than a minute or two to talk to them and find out what was going on in their lives.

Floyd hadn't been to Bruce's resort in a couple of years. He hadn't seen him in a while. Any of his brothers really. It was a bit embarrassing, and Floyd was kind of ashamed of it. He was so busy, he barely had time for any of his brothers, especially Branch.

Even though there was a nine-year difference and a lot of times that kind of age gap made things difficult, Floyd tried to get along with his little brother the best he could. It was easy for a long time; his little brother just loved being around him. It didn't matter what they were doing but over time, as Branch got older, as Floyd had less time, things were far less easy.

Floyd wasn't even sure the last time he had seen his little brother face to face. It wouldn't be long until he graduated. He had to make sure he was there for that. Maybe he could get a hold of Branch or Gramma to see if there were any upcoming events, he could try to attend for him.

He was lucky, now, that his manager had managed to snag a gig in Hawaii. It wasn't super close to his brother's resort but at the very least, it was on the same island of Molokai, so he made his way to his brother's place of business.

He walked up towards the desk. There weren't many people around but Floyd couldn't quite recall the young woman at the desk. She was probably a bit younger than Floyd even. Then again, that wasn't strange. Although the turnover rate wasn't bad compared to other resorts and hotels, Floyd hadn't been here in years.

"Hi!" he greeted, leaning against the desk. "I don't think we've met? Or if we have I am so sorry, it's been a while since I've stopped by."

"We haven't..." the desk clerk looked at him a little confused.

"My name is Floyd," he replied with a smile.

The clerk blinked. "Oh. Yeah, I've heard about you." She had a bit of an accent, something from a southern area but Floyd wouldn't be able to know what it was. Her hair was pulled back and her attire neat but colorful. She looked like she fit right in, although Floyd didn't think she was a native of the island.

"I'm looking for my brother?"

The clerk looked up, a little confused. "Which one?"

There was no way that Clay was here visiting Bruce. Floyd was pretty sure Clay had never set foot on the island before. And Gramma wasn't really in a place to travel, much less to Hawaii so the chances of Branch, of all people being here were slim to none. "Uh... the one that is here?" his voice came out unclear and even more confused than the clerk.

A younger man came up to him, bringing a stack of papers and a snack. He was dressed in military fatigues, but he had no qualms about approaching. "Hey, I'm gonna be headin' off," the young man said, barely acknowledging Floyd. His accent was about the same as the woman's, although he was a little surprised by the attire. He seemed a little young to be in the military. "I already said my goodbyes to everyone else, but it shouldn't be long until I'm back, okay?"

"I understand," the woman replied, nodding. "I'll be okay, I promise."

"You'll be taken care of here," he added.

"I will take care of him too," she replied, knowingly.

The man finally looked over at Floyd, as if just noticing he was there. His head tilted a little. "You kinda look familiar."

"I'm Floyd," he started.

The young man looked surprised and then looked over at the desk clerk, as if for confirmation. "He's looking for his brother. Do you know where he is?"

"He's outside. I just saw him," the man said and didn't wait to dial a number on his phone. "Sir?"

Sir? Floyd had never known Bruce to be so formal and demanding of titles with his employees. He didn't think he had ever heard anyone call his brother sir.

"I'm at the front desk with Tam," he continued, calmly. "Yeah, I'm about to head out. There is a Floyd here to see you. Do you want me to make him go to you? I know it's not...okay, yeah. I suppose the practice would be beneficial, considering," he said in the phone, although he frowned a little.

Afterwards he hung up.

"He'll be here in a few minutes," the man said, shouldering a bag. It must have been on the floor before. "I have to go, otherwise I'm going to miss my flight. Stay out of trouble, okay?"

The woman - Tam? - nodded. "Of course. Good luck. Be careful."

"Uhm, thanks," Floyd said awkwardly as the man started to leave. "Do you... do you mind if I have a name?"

The man looked over at him curiously. "Oh. Right. Tresillo. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Right, thanks."

And with that, he was gone. Floyd turned back to the desk, the woman typing on the computer like nothing happened although he did notice there was a bite missing from the snack she had been brought. "You can go sit down," she said, not glancing up at him. "It's going to be a few minutes. He's still getting used to moving."

Floyd had literally zero idea what that meant but he went and took a seat in the lobby, starting to scroll on his phone. He wasn't sure how long he waited for bit he heard some strange clacking on the tile floors. He thought nothing of it at first.

"Yeah. He said his name was Floyd and he was looking for his brother," he heard the desk lady say. "He's over there, John."

John?

Floyd asked for his brother.

Bruce's name was not John. Neither was Clay or Branch's.

Floyd's head swiveled towards her; nose scrunched in confusion, standing up at the same time. There was a stocky built man at the desk near her, short dark hair, dressed in shorts and a funky Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't abnormal, by any means.

There was something abnormal, that was for sure, but Floyd was trained too much on the man's face to actually notice anything else. He looked so eerily familiar. In fact, if Floyd didn't know any better, he might have thought it was Branch as an adult, dying his hair a little lighter and getting in some kind of crash or something. A large chunk of his face was scattered in still healing scars. Floyd stood up and walked over, a bit confused. It was probably fairly evident, considering the man could barely meet his eyes.

"Hi Floyd," he greeted.

Floyd just stopped short, several feet away. That voice.

"It's been... a long time and Bruce thought it would be better broken to you in person so that's why he hasn't mentioned anything," the man said, leaning on the desk awkwardly. "And considering how young you were when I left and the fact that apparently our mother decided I was no longer to exist, you might not exactly remember me. Definitely not recognize me considering well, me but uh..."

"Your voice..." Floyd just said. "I can't...I know it."

"Oh," the man flushed a little. "I used to sing lullabies to you guys when you were babies and toddlers. You and Branch seemed to like them the most he admitted. I'm your brother, John Dory."

John Dory.

John Dory.

John Dory.

What.

"JD?"

John brightened a little. "Yeah. Uhm...I know it's been a while and I definitely look a lot different but..."

Floyd scanned him, like he had to verify for himself or something. He wasn't entirely certain way.

But he did figure out what was abnormal.

Why John was leaning strangely.

He was on crutches.

Not just on crutches - nearly his entire left leg was missing.

Floyd was staring.

"Oh yeah, the leg," John said. It sounded rehearsed, like he had said it over and over and over again. "No, I don't know where it is-.”

Floyd just started sobbing uncontrollably, his brain entirely emptying of thoughts. He had no idea what to say, what to do. His mind was entirely mush aside that his big brother was here. Right in front of him without a freaking leg and Floyd had forgotten about him. He just forgot. How could he do that? How could that have happened?

“Floyd?”

He didn’t know how he got closer or when or whatever but suddenly he was right there and he shoved himself into his big brother’s chest and continued to cry. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and after that, he didn’t remember much.

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Broppy Kabadon Commission By the wonderful and amazing @0ketlyn-s

Absolutely one of my favorite people to commission.

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would it physically fucking ail you to treat women well in your au? You’ve literally swapped all the female leaders with some background male characters. Literally ALL of the girls characters except maybe poppy (and that’s a stretch) have stories revolve around a man. Anytime you mention viva it’s always as an extension of clay. You took her leader role away and gave her nothing. I get you like brozone and shit, but you didn’t have to make every single female leader in trolls not a leader. Barb was an independent character that made her own decisions based own her own thoughts and beliefs, and you delegated her to a supporting role for riff. The same goes for delta! It’s not like there wasn’t other female characters to swap them with. Clampers, Carol, Val, and Holly are right there! Does the idea of a woman having her own complex internal life scare you? Is that why you’ve reduced all of them to sidekick status? I don’t know but I’m blocking you after this. What the hell

hey first off, what the actual fuck is your problem.

brotherhood started as a goddamn PERSONALITY SWAP AU. we didn't swap characters with anyone from the shows.

secondly; you DO realize that we aren't portraying them as side kicks right? or is your media literacy that fucking low?

barb isn't a support to riff. of you actually paid attention and asked actual questions you can see that she's not happy about anything riff is doing. she's not a support. she is the prime example as to why what riff is doing? ISNT A FUCKING GOOD THING. HE ISNT LISTENING TO ANYONE AND IT TAKES BARB GETTING HURT AND HER SCREAMING AT HIM FOR HIM TO REALIZE WHAT HE WAS DOING IS WRONG.

delta swapping with pete was the idea of a friend; and even then, she's not a fucking support. we talk about delta more than pete and she actively helps the trio out.

viva is STILL A FUCKING LEADER. NOWHERE DID WE SAY HER ROLE WAS REMOVED; HER AND CLAY LEAD TOGETHER.

i am so sick and tired of you people on your high horses trying to attack me because you can't get the balls to sit down and either ask questions OR be patient for the google doc that i have spent 5 FUCKING MONTHS WORKING ON.

quit making baseless assumptions because you don't know how to read.

i don't care if you block me. if you have the gall to be disrespectful and downright RUDE on anon like a damn coward then i don't want you around anyway. good riddance.

ket can keep posting the art they have on tumblr but im done. you want brotherhood stuff? go to them. im sick and tired of assholes like you. stfu and get a life

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Artist: Munrou

Body positive freelance artist from Puerto Rico. 🔥 Website: www.munrou.com

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Me today tbh

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' tea party ' sketch

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More of them I love them a lot....

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floyd's been spinning around in my head for a while so i tossed hcs down :] everybody look at mari

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Check it out!!

Hey guys! I have to share this amazing commission I got done by @hey-hey-j!! They're absolutely amazing and you definitely need to check them out if you haven't already Art done by @hey-hey-j Designs belong to myself and @nigtmarerin from "A Touch of Magic"

#trolls john dory #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls brozone #trolls fanfic #trolls fanart #trolls au

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a quick lil' Bruce to get back into the swing of things

(★ my Ko-fi)

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Poppy and Branch: *both pull out rings at the same time*

Poppy: Oh! Seems we both planned to propose to each other right here!

Branch: *goes down on one knee* Ah, but I have already taken the knee, so I'll be the one proposing today.

Poppy: Not so fast! *gets down on two knees* I'm even lower than you, so I'M proposing.

Branch: *lays down flat on the grass* I am as low as a troll can possibly be, I'll be the one who proposing and there's nothing you can--

Poppy: *pulls out a shovel*

Source

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Ok I feel so flakey but life happens 😂 The comic is for sure going up tomorrow (Tuesday). There was older stuff I had to rework but also, I decided to make an extra image for context/setup, which of course meant the comic can't go up without it.

To make up for yet another delay, here's a crop of a Poppy panel:

I PROMISE IT'LL BE WORTH IT

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Almost started writing a watch the movie fic but takes place when Branch is an egg with the trolls form the troll tree watching.

Meaning until Branch has his flashback no one knows (not JD, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, their parents and Rosiepuff) that Branch is theirs until the flashback. Just the family suddenly being the center of attention while their trying to process this cause now they just say their mom/grandma die on screen, and this is clearly the egg they have so we’re are they??

Meanwhile the king is flipping out cause why hasn’t his oldest daughter and wife shown up?!

the way I would EAT that up till the last word I WOULD EAT THAT FIC. I love the watch the movie fanfics they are one of my favs honestly they are always so angsty but funny at the same time.

Like when Cooper says in the first film "my uncle broke his neck tap dancing once" and everyone always reacts like Dude- I ate it up like it's a brand new joke every time

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Part 3 (last)

♦️When Bruce and Floyd's group we're escaping in the tunnels they lost their way, but did not turn back and kept walking forward till they saw an opening and heard waves. The trolls bump into the vacationers and Bruce susing them out to see if they're not a threat or similar to the Bergins. When they realize that the vacationers are very friendly and chill they joined in the vacation vibe. ( I wanted to add Bruce and Brandi's love story but I got a little too lazy and I didn't know how to start it, so I'm going to leave that up to you guys ) deep down Brandi wanted to go back to the tree and find her sisters and her father again but another part of her didn't want to deal with the reality if they were truly gone. So she stay in vacation island with Bruce and Floyd.

♥️ Once the pop trolls finally settled into pop Village Peppy wanted to separate himself from the tribe for being the only troll to lose his colors completely. Queen RosiePuff insisted on Peppy staying within the village but still creating a bunker far from them. Poppy on the other hand didn't lose her colors just decreased to a dull saturation. Both Peppy and Poppy mourning the loss of Brandi and Viva to always remembering the good times. Over the years Peppy engraves into Poppy's mind about how Bergens may come at any moment in which poppy grows up becoming more paranoid but always prepared for the unexpected while Peppy starts becoming more jaded and grumpy seeing how all the Pop troll live Carefree like they forgot the loved ones that they lost on that trollstice. Poppy deep down wants to socialize with the other pop trolls but following her father's advice that it's a waste of time she stays in her comfort zone till a blue haired Prince of Pop invites her to every party ( turning down the invitations but happy for the effort )

♠️ From fighting their way out of the grasp of the Bergins JD leads the trolls to hole-n-fun where he starts a civilization as best as he can. With John being overworked and messing up on paperwork Clay finally steps up to help and make things more efficient. Both brothers working their hardest to make hole-n-fun a safe home, so neither of them have time for parties or anything to lighten the mood. This is where Viva steps in and starts to bring trolls together and have a good time. This is where the brothers recognize Viva from 3 of a Kind, and JD without filter expresses that she was the "hyper one" or the "sugar addict". Viva respectfully making it very clear to both of them that she wants to keep her band days in the past and prefers to be more chill and relaxed, but Clay seen her potential in bringing trolls together and giving them hope makes her the official party planner of the Putt-Putt trolls. Viva being Viva takes the position to heart. While the brothers are managing the survival of the trolls Viva makes the whole experience a good time.

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Nighty night, Pa

It was night time for the family. Bough looks at his lotus, who was fast asleep with their daughter, Sabrina, who was in her Da's hair also fast asleep. Bough smile at the moment and noted it as something or someone is missing , their son, Rozar, wasn't in Thorns' hair with his sister. Bough got scared for a minute until he heard a chirp similar to a bird called. Bough followed the chirping of his son, Bough returned the chips when he knew he was close to where his son was hiding from. He finally found Rozar's comfort spots and looked in to see Rozar was covered in paints, from his face to his paws, with a goofy proud smile.

Bough asked Rozar "what's ya painting there, my little fawn?"

Rozar signed back 'family with flowers in our hair' with pride

Bough says quietly and asks Rozar "you mean flower crowns, correct" he was curious about the family painting and wanted to ask questions about it, and hopefully that Rozar can speak with his voice.

Rozar softly and quietly replies to his Pa "yeah, flower crowns" and softly smiles at his Pa

Bough softly smiles back and says "it's bedtime fawn and you have to take a bath so you can sleep well (and also Da would kill me if I didn't give ya a bath before bedtime)" Rozar giggling at the last part

"Okie dokie, Pa" Rozar says quietly and comes out of his comfort spots

"Okie dokie" Bough replies back.

After the bath and Rozar was fully clean and with no paints on him. He carried his son to bed and after laying down with his lotus and his little bobcat, getting comfortable,so he could sleep.

Rozar was in Pa's hair, also getting comfortable with his plushies 'Bill the horse' and 'Ted the longhorn cow', he looked at his Pa tapping on his forehead getting his Pa attention and signs to him for a bedtime story and of course Bough agreed, telling him a bedtime story about his plushies and the crazy adventures his plushies went on. After finishing up the bedtime story, Rozar was about to fully sound asleep, he quietly and softly said "Nighty night Pa, love you" and falls asleep

Bough replies back softly "Night to ya, fawn, love ya too" he was so proud because Rozar never said 'love you', he usually chirped it or signed it