“Hey buddy, wakey wakey,” Matt speaks softly, turning off the small fan on the night stand. He reaches over and starts to slowly rub Taliesin’s back through the quilt. “Nap time is over, you gotta get up.”
Taliesin groans for a moment, rubbing his face against the bed sheets. He slowly lifts his head up, blinking blearily as he peers around then looks up at Matt. "Sleepy.”
It’s still pretty dark in the room, only small amounts of light are able to push past the drawn curtains. Matt reaches down then, rubbing the boy’s cheek a moment, rousing him further. When Tal sits up some, Matt goes across the room and opens up some curtains, letting in midafternoon sun. Back at the bed, Taliesin groans and presses his face back into the mattress.
“Ahahah,” Matt shakes his head, going back. “Nap time is over Tally. Up.” He pats the boy’s bottom through the quilt then starts to pull it off. “Mama is gonna be home soon. Few hours. You want to help me make dinner or do you wanna play in the living room?”
Taliesin rubs his face for a moment before sitting up on his knees. “What’s dinner?”
“Do tacos sound good”?“ Matt spends a moment fussing with Tal’s hair. The boy changes it so much that Matt really didn’t know what to do with it week to week. This week, Taliesin had shown up to play with a fancy color saving conditioner and a request his hair not be washed at all if it could be done.
"Tacos,” Taliesin nods as he scoots to the edge of the bed to get to his feet.
“Ah. Stay. You need to get dressed.” Matt motion’s the little to keep put, then snags the play clothes that had been left by the bed at the beginning of nap time. Taliesin flops onto his back to be dressed, as he is only in his tshirt and briefs. So Matt helps him into his shorts and one purple stripped sock while Taliesin did the other foot. “There we go, good boy.” Matt rub’s the boy’s belly for a moment before helping him to his feet.
“Color.”
“What’s that buddy?” Matt fusses with the freshly died hair once more, trying to get it out of his boy’s eyes.
“Color.”
“Yes, your hair is colored very nicely.” Matt nods. He glances at his fingers scowling when he sees that they are being stained pink and purple.
“No!” Taliesin huffs, “Wanna color.”
“Oh oh oh, okay buddy. No huffing and puffing.” Matt gives up on the hair, and grabs the boy’s black cat ear hat and pulls that onto his head. “Sure, you can color.”
“With you?” Taliesin looks up at Matt, standing still as the man tries to get him dressed.
“Buddy, I just said I had to make supper.” Matt gives him a small smile.
“In the kitchen?” Tal rocks on his toes bracing his hands on Matt’s chest.
Matt takes ahold of the boy’s arms, letting him rock and bounce around as he is finally getting awake. “You can color in the kitchen. Can you go get your things so daddy can go start?”
“Yeah.” Taliesin grins. “Yup!” “Only your coloring box, Taliesin, we aren’t doing crafts. Nothing sticky or sparkly.” Matt clarifies.
Tal gives a small pout but nods. “Okkaaay.”
Matt kisses his forehead. “Go. Go on.” He swats the boy out of the room, following him as they both head out the door frame to the hall.
Re: Taliesin/Matt/Marisha AgePlay
Taliesin groans for a moment, rubbing his face against the bed sheets. He slowly lifts his head up, blinking blearily as he peers around then looks up at Matt. "Sleepy.”
It’s still pretty dark in the room, only small amounts of light are able to push past the drawn curtains. Matt reaches down then, rubbing the boy’s cheek a moment, rousing him further. When Tal sits up some, Matt goes across the room and opens up some curtains, letting in midafternoon sun. Back at the bed, Taliesin groans and presses his face back into the mattress.
“Ahahah,” Matt shakes his head, going back. “Nap time is over Tally. Up.” He pats the boy’s bottom through the quilt then starts to pull it off. “Mama is gonna be home soon. Few hours. You want to help me make dinner or do you wanna play in the living room?”
Taliesin rubs his face for a moment before sitting up on his knees. “What’s dinner?”
“Do tacos sound good”?“ Matt spends a moment fussing with Tal’s hair. The boy changes it so much that Matt really didn’t know what to do with it week to week. This week, Taliesin had shown up to play with a fancy color saving conditioner and a request his hair not be washed at all if it could be done.
"Tacos,” Taliesin nods as he scoots to the edge of the bed to get to his feet.
“Ah. Stay. You need to get dressed.” Matt motion’s the little to keep put, then snags the play clothes that had been left by the bed at the beginning of nap time. Taliesin flops onto his back to be dressed, as he is only in his tshirt and briefs. So Matt helps him into his shorts and one purple stripped sock while Taliesin did the other foot. “There we go, good boy.” Matt rub’s the boy’s belly for a moment before helping him to his feet.
“Color.”
“What’s that buddy?” Matt fusses with the freshly died hair once more, trying to get it out of his boy’s eyes.
“Color.”
“Yes, your hair is colored very nicely.” Matt nods. He glances at his fingers scowling when he sees that they are being stained pink and purple.
“No!” Taliesin huffs, “Wanna color.”
“Oh oh oh, okay buddy. No huffing and puffing.” Matt gives up on the hair, and grabs the boy’s black cat ear hat and pulls that onto his head. “Sure, you can color.”
“With you?” Taliesin looks up at Matt, standing still as the man tries to get him dressed.
“Buddy, I just said I had to make supper.” Matt gives him a small smile.
“In the kitchen?” Tal rocks on his toes bracing his hands on Matt’s chest.
Matt takes ahold of the boy’s arms, letting him rock and bounce around as he is finally getting awake. “You can color in the kitchen. Can you go get your things so daddy can go start?”
“Yeah.” Taliesin grins. “Yup!”
“Only your coloring box, Taliesin, we aren’t doing crafts. Nothing sticky or sparkly.” Matt clarifies.
Tal gives a small pout but nods. “Okkaaay.”
Matt kisses his forehead. “Go. Go on.” He swats the boy out of the room, following him as they both head out the door frame to the hall.