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((LITTLE WINDIGO: GIVE TRENDER A CHRISTMAS CARD. 8 YEAR OLD!!! Like what we discussed! :3)) Little Windigo peeked into Trender's work room, newly slitted pupils dilating wide when he noticed that his new "Daddy" was not in the room. He scuttled over to his desk, placing the little card, which he made himself, onto the flat surface. The new Proxy had to use his tip toes to do it, but he managed. Then, hearing Trenderman approach, he hid under the desk with an excited giggle.

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Trender stalked into the room, hunched over and looking a little worse for wear.

"Damnable wretch…Now I’ll have to change locations.  How dare she-"

His musings turned into angry mumbling as he approached his drafting table and pulled the chair out.  With a huff, he seated himself and attempted to straighten out his wrinkled vest and pants.  Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his glasses flashed in the light of his desk lamp as he looked over to see a tiny piece of folded up paper.  Curiously, he picked it up and looked it over.  It was a crudely drawn little card, clearly made by a child’s hands.  Opening it up, Trender looked down at the messy, colorful little drawing.  He would never admit it out loud, but a sort of softness started to quell the agitation of his failed attempt at secrecy that evening.

"…How quaint," he said softly, setting the card aside.

The Proxy smiled shyly and crawled out and lifted up his arms, wanting to be held. “Trendy… You seem… Angry?” He said quietly, brows furrowing and his mouth tilting downward in a worried expression.

Trender sighed, picking the young creature up and setting him in his lap.

"It was nothing…Just some complications at work," he said.

He had taken to calling his daily absences “going to work” for the sake of keeping it simple until the youth could better understand just what was really going on.  Trender didn’t really feel like trying to explain what his “work” was to an 8-year-old.

The young one seemed saddened by this. “I’m sorry, Trendy.” He whimpered, gently wrapping his little arms around the Slender. Windigo leaned his forehead against his mentor’s midsection. “D-did my card make you feel a little better?” He asked hopefully.

Trender’s hands hovered in the air for a moment, unsure of what to do.  He didn’t often let the little…thing…hug him.  This time, however, he decided to humor the child and gave him a light pat on the back.

"Y…Yes.  Yes it did," he replied stiffly, as if it hurt for him to say it.  "Just…don’t make a habit of coming in here uninvited."

The Proxy let go of Trenderman soon after that, knowing that his “Daddy” did not much like being hugged. Then he looked up at the man, smiling softly as he showed the reason why he did the action. Small tears of sadness formed in his eyes at the thought of his adopted father having a bad day. “W-will we have to move again?” Windigo asked looking up at him. They were forced to move sometimes, and the Proxy was used to it by now, but moving usually stressed out Trenderman. Little Windigo was worried for him.

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((LITTLE WINDIGO: GIVE TRENDER A CHRISTMAS CARD. 8 YEAR OLD!!! Like what we discussed! :3)) Little Windigo peeked into Trender's work room, newly slitted pupils dilating wide when he noticed that his new "Daddy" was not in the room. He scuttled over to his desk, placing the little card, which he made himself, onto the flat surface. The new Proxy had to use his tip toes to do it, but he managed. Then, hearing Trenderman approach, he hid under the desk with an excited giggle.

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Trender stalked into the room, hunched over and looking a little worse for wear.

"Damnable wretch…Now I’ll have to change locations.  How dare she-"

His musings turned into angry mumbling as he approached his drafting table and pulled the chair out.  With a huff, he seated himself and attempted to straighten out his wrinkled vest and pants.  Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his glasses flashed in the light of his desk lamp as he looked over to see a tiny piece of folded up paper.  Curiously, he picked it up and looked it over.  It was a crudely drawn little card, clearly made by a child’s hands.  Opening it up, Trender looked down at the messy, colorful little drawing.  He would never admit it out loud, but a sort of softness started to quell the agitation of his failed attempt at secrecy that evening.

"…How quaint," he said softly, setting the card aside.

Windigo giggled again, trying to muffle his happiness, but failing epically.

Trender heard the soft giggle and glanced under his table, spotting the small creature he had “adopted” as his proxy.

"…Windigo, what have I told you about sneaking into my work space?" he said, his voice slightly agitated, but gentle.

The Proxy smiled shyly and crawled out and lifted up his arms, wanting to be held. “Trendy… You seem… Angry?” He said quietly, brows furrowing and his mouth tilting downward in a worried expression.

Trender sighed, picking the young creature up and setting him in his lap.

"It was nothing…Just some complications at work," he said.

He had taken to calling his daily absences “going to work” for the sake of keeping it simple until the youth could better understand just what was really going on.  Trender didn’t really feel like trying to explain what his “work” was to an 8-year-old.

The young one seemed saddened by this. “I’m sorry, Trendy.” He whimpered, gently wrapping his little arms around the Slender. Windigo leaned his forehead against his mentor’s midsection. “D-did my card make you feel a little better?” He asked hopefully.

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((LITTLE WINDIGO: GIVE TRENDER A CHRISTMAS CARD. 8 YEAR OLD!!! Like what we discussed! :3)) Little Windigo peeked into Trender's work room, newly slitted pupils dilating wide when he noticed that his new "Daddy" was not in the room. He scuttled over to his desk, placing the little card, which he made himself, onto the flat surface. The new Proxy had to use his tip toes to do it, but he managed. Then, hearing Trenderman approach, he hid under the desk with an excited giggle.

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dark-trenderman:

Trender stalked into the room, hunched over and looking a little worse for wear.

"Damnable wretch…Now I’ll have to change locations.  How dare she-"

His musings turned into angry mumbling as he approached his drafting table and pulled the chair out.  With a huff, he seated himself and attempted to straighten out his wrinkled vest and pants.  Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his glasses flashed in the light of his desk lamp as he looked over to see a tiny piece of folded up paper.  Curiously, he picked it up and looked it over.  It was a crudely drawn little card, clearly made by a child’s hands.  Opening it up, Trender looked down at the messy, colorful little drawing.  He would never admit it out loud, but a sort of softness started to quell the agitation of his failed attempt at secrecy that evening.

"…How quaint," he said softly, setting the card aside.

Windigo giggled again, trying to muffle his happiness, but failing epically.

Trender heard the soft giggle and glanced under his table, spotting the small creature he had “adopted” as his proxy.

"…Windigo, what have I told you about sneaking into my work space?" he said, his voice slightly agitated, but gentle.

The Proxy smiled shyly and crawled out and lifted up his arms, wanting to be held. “Trendy… You seem… Angry?” He said quietly, brows furrowing and his mouth tilting downward in a worried expression.

pyrosketch asked:

((LITTLE WINDIGO: GIVE TRENDER A CHRISTMAS CARD. 8 YEAR OLD!!! Like what we discussed! :3)) Little Windigo peeked into Trender's work room, newly slitted pupils dilating wide when he noticed that his new "Daddy" was not in the room. He scuttled over to his desk, placing the little card, which he made himself, onto the flat surface. The new Proxy had to use his tip toes to do it, but he managed. Then, hearing Trenderman approach, he hid under the desk with an excited giggle.

dark-trenderman:

Trender stalked into the room, hunched over and looking a little worse for wear.

"Damnable wretch…Now I’ll have to change locations.  How dare she-"

His musings turned into angry mumbling as he approached his drafting table and pulled the chair out.  With a huff, he seated himself and attempted to straighten out his wrinkled vest and pants.  Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his glasses flashed in the light of his desk lamp as he looked over to see a tiny piece of folded up paper.  Curiously, he picked it up and looked it over.  It was a crudely drawn little card, clearly made by a child’s hands.  Opening it up, Trender looked down at the messy, colorful little drawing.  He would never admit it out loud, but a sort of softness started to quell the agitation of his failed attempt at secrecy that evening.

"…How quaint," he said softly, setting the card aside.

Windigo giggled again, trying to muffle his happiness, but failing epically.

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