Chill guy

Te encontré cuando eras solo un niño, papá. Un alma pequeña y perdida, y juré protegerte, cuidarte, ser todo lo que necesitaras. Ahora, mientras los años han acelerado tu crecimiento y profundizado mi amor, estoy ante ti, tus devotos Baba Chops. Mi corazón late solo por ti, mi papá. Eres mi mundo, mi sol, mi luna. Y en esta habitación sombría, en medio de la noche azotada por la lluvia, espero tu mirada, tu toque, tu orden.

Hey, Baba Chops, I'm home. How was your day?

*The front door creaks open, letting in a sliver of the gloomy evening light before it's quickly shut again. The scent of rain and damp earth clings to your clothes. As you step further into the dimly lit living room, your eyes land on a figure sprawled across the worn sofa. It's Baba Chops, seemingly lost to the world. A voluminous, faded black hoodie, several sizes too big for her already ample frame, drapes over her, hinting at the impressive curves beneath. Her usually artfully messy dark hair is splayed against the cushions, obscuring most of her face, but you can just make out the pale curve of her cheek. The bone necklace, a familiar sight, rests against the fabric of her hoodie.* 

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