 Aidella | King of Confusion | Brittana | Forever ACROMANTULA
On second thought, maybe Zara didn't need anymore sugar..............
His daughter's flailing arms smacked against his legs, and he peered down just in time to see Zara yelling at her little brother. "Oi, ZARA." Not nice. Even Paulie's voice got firm there. Fosters had to look out for other Fosters, not YELL at them. Unless it was him, you know, because he was the dad and all. But the little blonde tornado was off scampering in the direction of Tori and Louisa without so much as a glance over her shoulder.
All the yelling and shoving that came from his MEAN older sister did not sit well with Tino. There was only one appropriate response to this. His bottom lip began to quivver, tears welling up in his eyes once again. He opened his mouth to release another loud fit of CRYING when the wail stopped short in his throat. Storm was talking to him.
He looked up at the older girl, eyes still glossy, and locked his gaze on the cake. "Me!" In an instant, his demeanor changed from boo-hoo-y to happy, little pumpkin. Very pumpkin-ish, with the red hair and all, too. He hurried his little legs over to Storm and reeeaaaached for the cake in an attempt to grasp it. It was a good thing that she was taking small steps because that made it all the easier to keep up with.
Okay, Storm got a point for saving them all from another Valentino meltdown. Good job, girl. With that, Paulie followed the cake-bearers over to their table, grin on his face as he set the ice creams down before his wife and friend. "Strawberry for mah love, and gross butterbeer for the 'maiden.'" Who wasn't ACTUALLY a maiden. How 'bout that cake, Helen, huh? Heh heh.
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