Hey, luckily for Big Abel, FViper has big hands… for a six year old flour-sack.
“Oh, okay!” FViper jumps down from the monkey bars again, landing with a small ‘oof’ this time- and luckily not almost taking Fabel out this time. “Sorry, it’s hard to keep still for too long… mom said it’s…” Her brow furrows. “A condition. A-D-H-D.” She counts out the letters on her fingers. But she’s right back to beaming afterwards.
This tomboyish little girl was so sweet and so happy, yeah… she was cheeky sometimes, but what kid wasn’t?
“I think you’d like my mom and dad!” C’mon, Fviper, snap outta it. Get back to the proposal topic! “I wanna be just like my dad when I grow up. I hope Big Viper did that too!” …Maybe don’t ask her about it. Please.
“They’re really really nice, and friendly, and, and… my mom makes good cakes! And she cooks well! And…mom lets me watch TV past my bedtime!” …Luckily, Fviper seems to catch herself, and her face turns a little red. It’s less… shame and more, embarrassment.
“Oh- sorry, you’re… meant to be proposing.” She scuffed one of her beat-up sneakers on the ground awkwardly.