[Not that Grimm needed bodyguarding, but not all of the Troupe was meant for fighting.]
Besides, you're good with children.
[Even now. Plenty of the audience of a circus is children, and Greg has seen him before or after the show helping a lost child find their parents or soothing a kid in a tantrum. It's a skill that shouldn't go unappreciated.]
Mrm. [ He looks more than a little embarrassed at the compliment, but mild embarrassment is his usual state around Greg. ]
...Mrmm...you've changed again. [ It's said almost unthinkingly. Greg's eyes are a piercing red, and it's hard to ignore.
(Bairre's own eyes have changed, too, though he's always in such a hurry these days he hardly notices. They've lost their usual clear grey colour, darkening to pitch black.) ]
...It looks good on you. [ He looks surprised that this managed to bypass his embarrassment and go straight from brain to mouth. ] I mean...it suits you. That eye colour.
[ You just said the same thing twice Bairre ]
...Mrm. I worry about it too...it'll be like being a completely different person, won't it? [ And that makes him more nervous than things usually make him. ]
...Maybe. [ He's not sure, and he doesn't know why he's not sure about that. ]
[ After a moment, he chuckles lightly, soft and embarrassed. ] And we thought hitting puberty was bad. If only we'd known, mrm?
[ As it turns out, hitting a significant biological milestone while you were essentially helping your friend run away from home was not the ideal situation. ]
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They're close. This is something easily established. Grimm trusts Brumm and trusts him with his child.]
I'd certainly trust you with my child over Divine.
[He doesn't remember a whole lot about Divine, but what he does does not suggest she'd be great at childcare.]
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She was...mrmm, better at bodyguarding than babysitting.
I think.
[ Scritch, scritch. The small weight of the child, their pleasant purring, is a comfort. ]
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[Not that Grimm needed bodyguarding, but not all of the Troupe was meant for fighting.]
Besides, you're good with children.
[Even now. Plenty of the audience of a circus is children, and Greg has seen him before or after the show helping a lost child find their parents or soothing a kid in a tantrum. It's a skill that shouldn't go unappreciated.]
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...Mrmm...you've changed again. [ It's said almost unthinkingly. Greg's eyes are a piercing red, and it's hard to ignore.
(Bairre's own eyes have changed, too, though he's always in such a hurry these days he hardly notices. They've lost their usual clear grey colour, darkening to pitch black.) ]
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[But it looks cool, befitting of someone who would choose Grimm as a stage name.]
...I still worry I'm going to wake up someday and not look human any longer.
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[ You just said the same thing twice Bairre ]
...Mrm. I worry about it too...it'll be like being a completely different person, won't it? [ And that makes him more nervous than things usually make him. ]
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I don't think so. Whatever you look like, it'll still be you inside.
[You may have many other issues about interacting with the world! But that won't be one of them?]
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[ After a moment, he chuckles lightly, soft and embarrassed. ] And we thought hitting puberty was bad. If only we'd known, mrm?
[ As it turns out, hitting a significant biological milestone while you were essentially helping your friend run away from home was not the ideal situation. ]
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The joke makes Grimm chuckle.] I think I'd take this over going through puberty again. [With or without the running away from home part.
Grimmchild, still comfy on their perch on Bairre's head, starts to purr.]