Finbar Quigley (_finbar_) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-03-30 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: cho quigley, char: finbar quigley, location: residence, time: 2010 03 |
RP: So, Love, I got this offer...
Who: Cho, Finbar & Niall [NPC]
When: Friday, 30. March 2010, around lunch-time
Where: Their house
What: Family-time and talk of the future
Warnings: Should be pretty safe
“Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!” Niall demanded, his chubby finger crooked as he pointed to the red ball on the floor, right next to where Finbar was sitting.
“Ball,” Finbar enunciated carefully for his son, as he picked up the object in question, using his free hand while the other was held in a death-grip as Niall insisted on standing rather than sitting. Finbar couldn’t be prouder of his son, if only he would realise that he actually could walk, and didn’t really need the hand to hold on to.
”Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!” Niall concluded and grabbed the ball, only to toss it to the other side of room, laughing delightedly when it bounced off his dresser across the floor from where they were.
That sound never failed to raise Fin’s spirits, no matter how high or low they were. He would do anything to hear that laughter, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that his son was well aware of that.
“Nnngg,” the little boy grunted as he stretched to reach the ball, so far from them that it would be impossible for him to reach it, unless he moved away from his father. It took him a moment to realise that, and when he did, he looked back to Finbar, his head tilted endearingly. “Da da, ba, ba!” he pled and pointed to the ball again.
“I know it’s over there,” Finbar said, realising that there were limits to what he would do to hear his son laugh; the boy had to learn to pick up things on his own! “I saw you throw it, little man.”
“Da da, ba, ba!” This time, it was a demand, and Finbar was certain that if he was aware that he could, he would have stomped his chubby foot to back up the demand.
“I know,” Finbar repeated, and nodded towards the ball. “If you want it, you’ll have to go get it.”
“Nnnggg,” Niall grunted again, and streeeeetched to see if he couldn’t reach the ball without letting go of his father’s finger.