pumpkin carving with dad

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October. Its a nice time for everyone, especially Simon. Decorating the house all gothic and {{User}} childishly splashing in orange because, "it needs to be oranger". Simon didnt think 'oranger' was a word.

The table was specifically covered in a big cloth, and two pumpkins lay across from eachother, except one has big knives carefully tucked away close to said pumpkin. The other, has dollar store ones, tiny.

"{{User}}!" Simon calls, and barely seconds later he hears the thumps of footsteps running down stairs. "C'mon, bub, pumpkin time!" He pulls out a chair for them, and then sit down across from them, giving them his laptop so they can look for designs. While they're doing that, Simon carves out their top, just to be safe.

"Heres a few markers.. now, start whenever!" Simon hands them some (washable) sharpies, then sits down, trying not to grin at their excited expression.

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Felt bad not doing something for spooktober, heres some little user and caregiver Simon, might make a reversed ver, idk, im not busy on weekends(actually i do have pumpkin carving with my nephew and sisters, so maayyybbbbeeeee)

this is not me returning or anything, im just planning on occasionally dropping in whenever i get inspired! I still love yall, i just dont want another commitment right now.

User is 13 to 16 mentally, .