Tag You're It Lol | Abel + Jack +Taran | Daycare Car

Taran

Taran and his mini-me immediately got on like a house on fire. Flour-Taran is a ball of energy and totally enamored with how comparably cool and knowledgeable big-Taran is, and big-Taran enjoys having a little buddy to take care of for a little bit. Plus the cat hood is objectively, painfully cuter on a little kid, even if he is slightly inhuman.

After a while of playing one-on-one, Flaran (little Taran’s official mutually-agreed-upon nickname, established after vigorous discussion) started to get curious about all the grownups who aren’t a clone of himself and set off to figure out what their Deal was. Starting wiiiith… Abel. Probably thanks to his shiny jewelry as much as anything.

Flaran appears from out of sight and pulls on Abel’s sleeve, making no eye contact and immediately trying to pull him over to a corner of the playroom while saying,

“Hey, you’re big Abel. I’m Flaran today. Your suit is cool. Where’d you get your glasses? C’mere let’s play tag, you be it and you have to count to 10 before you can chase us. Where’s Abel, he can run too, and Taran is playing prob’ly?” …And so on.

Big Taran watches this from a short distance away with a grin on his face.

Abel Lazarus

Taran “Hey, you’re big Abel. I’m Flaran today. Your suit is cool. Where’d you get your glasses? C’mere let’s play tag, you be it and you have to count to 10 before you can chase us. Where’s Abel, he can run too, and Taran is playing prob’ly?” …And so on.

Abel was minding his own business. After everything with Viper… Twice. He and his kid self now have… mutual tolerance for each other.

So once Flaran grabing him and pulling him along did earn Fabel’s attention as well. He’s gonna come along too!

“Uh, Thank you?” He’s a little flustered- again just. Not expecting such a friendly interaction? “I. Got my glasses from my eye doctor.” Yes thank you Abel. And.

Oh Tag!

He has. Never Played Tag.

He glances at Fabel who seems to have some… Interest in the idea. Some excitement about the idea of getting to finally play tag- so. Yeah. Okay. Sure. He can play Tag! Totally fine with him. He’s not at all worrying about the likelihood he’s going to fall flat on his face at some point. Not a Worry At All.

“Yeah. We can play.” He tries a small smile but he’s so out of his element. Congrats Big Taran! You might get the most Normal Abel interaction yet! So long as. You don’t expect Abel to think this was normal. “I’ll try my best.”

Taran

As Abel answers affirmatively, Taran pauses for a second and looks him in the face. “Cool, thanks!” He waves Taran over but with a much bigger smile on his face than before. An absolute sucker for tag, this guy. And attention.

Taran hops up as they approach.

“Looks like you got some players, huh bud? You ready, Abel?”

Flaran responds, “Yeah, Abel and Flabel are gonna play tag, but it’s more fun with more players, I’m gonna go get someone else too. You keep ’em here, I’ll be back in like two minutes!” With a little bounce he runs off to hunt down another cajole-able participant or two.

“Oop, alright then. Come back quick!” He gives Abel a little shrug. “Kids, haha.”

Abel Lazarus

Taran You ready, Abel?”

He looks like Tails at this question. Is he ready? Absolutely not. He’s going to try anyway.

Taran Flabel

Fabel makes a face at the nickname. Not because he’d prefer Fabel actually being used- but more so because he’s definitely the kind of kid who hates nicknames. Why does HE have to be the nicknamed one? Why not Abel? He cannot conceptualize that it’s… Because he’s a flour sack. Where Abel is a human person.

Taran “Kids, haha.”

Abel… Nods. “… Yeah.” He can’t really… Say his child self has the same excitable lack of attention- but he’s also… Always been a very particular kid? Of course, maybe Fabel can be that sort of kid in the right circumstances! Maybe Abel is really going to get a full work out. “… Kids.”

He’ll hate it! But a little too late to suggest a different game.

Fabel steps around Abel and approaches Taran, holding his hand out for a handshake. He… Looks every bit as much like a business man as his older self, which surely makes this at least a little funny. “Hi.”

Taran

Abel Lazarus Fabel steps around Abel and approaches Taran, holding his hand out for a handshake. He… Looks every bit as much like a business man as his older self, which surely makes this at least a little funny. “Hi.”

Instantly Taran engages the poker face. Giving little Abel even a chance to feel mocked sounds like a good way to initiate sulking mode.

“Hey Abel, nice to meet ya.” He gently returns the handshake. Fabel for his part tries to put some macho grip into his greeting, with the expected amount of success a single-digits-years-old Abel would have. The phrase Boss Baby crosses Taran’s mind and he pivots the urge to giggle into a small, covered cough instead.

“ ’Scuse me, sorry. That snuck up on me… So! What do you think of big-you, huh? He’s been really brave lately.”

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A good half-playroom away, Flaran catches sight of little Jack. He likes that guy, it’s pretty easy to ~~bully~~ convince him to play. He waves while running towards him at a full sprint.

Roadie 🪶Jack

Taran A good half-playroom away, Flaran catches sight of little Jack. He likes that guy, it’s pretty easy to bully convince him to play.

FJack was indeed very easy to bully! Kept to himself, definitely wouldn’t stand up for himself. Or at least, if he ever would, no one had treated him badly enough to make it happen.

And no one would! Because we are just silly friends having a good time, it is fine.

Taran He waves while running towards him at a full sprint.

FJack looked up and waved back instinctively before actually pausing to process the situation. Was that kid coming to him? Or—oh no, was he in the way? He quickly checked over his shoulder, but it didn’t look like he was blocking anything off. Okay…?

But he guessed the kids here hadn’t been avoiding him that much. If nobody knew about that, then it probably made sense? It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with him. Just… Was more people approaching really better? More people was sure… more people.

He tentatively stood his ground as the Flaran missile came near.

Abel Lazarus

Taran Instantly Taran engages the poker face. Giving little Abel even a chance to feel mocked sounds like a good way to initiate sulking mode.

Oh certainly- to different Levels. Abel would be rather upset sure- but it’s best to not let Fabel feel mocked. It coming from an adult might just break the kids tiny flour heart.

Taran So! What do you think of big-you, huh? He’s been really brave lately.”

Fabel missed any urge to giggle- falling right for the cough. He didn’t look pleased to be so near someone coughing but he politely does Not comment about it.

“… He’s okay. He got married. To Viper.” Helpfully Fabel points to big Viper! Where ever she is at this moment.

The look that crosses Abel’s face is Definitely one of mixed panic and like he stepped in something unpleasant. It DOES appear like Viper very much isn’t aware how far this joke will go. He’s unsure what this kid is going to say about him, how far into a hole he might dig them both.

Especially if he thinks it’s going to win him points from Taran to say it. He’s decided, just as he has with every adult so far, that he needs him to like him.

“I don’t know if he’s really being brave, though.” Fabel clasps his hands behind his back, not helping the boss baby imagery. “But he did stop Viper from falling off the playset so I guess that’s kind of brave. Otherwise he’s just following me around.”