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☠ ― 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠.)

There's a delight in her eyes once the kite has been dropped at her feet, leaning downwards with careful hands to scoop the kite up. Running would probably be the best course of action. Though how could she allow Milo to help as well? Perhaps, he could hold onto one end and her the other?

"Would ya like to run, Milo? Help me get this off the ground?"

In theory, it could work.

“BAAAAAAAH!”

the little goat bounced around her, eager to try  .  wind in their favor, he bit a piece of the string, tail waggity wagging  .  he could run  ! 

"BAAAAH!"

muffled bleat, he took off for the hill, running as fast as his little legs could go . another bleat, he turned to look back at her, the kite raised an inch above ground . it didn't matter, he was having fun !

Jesper mentioning his emotional support GOAT Milo

— Nikita Gill

Lilo & Stitch Prompts.

❛ why are you all wet ? ❜ ❛ it’s sandwich day. ❜ ❛ do you know what tuna is ? ❜ ❛ i’d be an abomination. ❜ ❛ why is this so important ? ❜ ❛ family means no one gets left behind. ❜ ❛ if you want to leave you can. ❜ ❛ i’ll remember you, though. ❜ ❛ i remember everyone that leaves. ❜ ❛ you’re the cause of all this. ❜ ❛ it’s little and broken, but still good. ❜ ❛ you’re vile, you’re foul, you’re flawed. ❜ ❛ also cute and fluffy. ❜ ❛ you wreck everything you touch. ❜ ❛ why not try making something for a change ? ❜ ❛ no more caffeine for you. ❜ ❛ he / she wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ❜ ❛ i knew it. ❜ ❛ oh good. my dog found the chainsaw. ❜ ❛ sorry i bit you, and pulled your hair, and punched you in the face. ❜ ❛ i got a new dog ! ❜ ❛ you are so finished when i get in there. ❜ ❛ trust me, this is not gonna end well. ❜ ❛ ha ! i win ! ❜

— Unknown

"Hey, it's OK," Jayn said softly, thinking that Milo was scared and confused by all the loud noises that were (unfortunately for him) characteristic of a town marketplace. She stopped where she was standing and took a second to just cuddle him, patting his side. When she thought he'd calmed down, she kept walking until she reached a familiar forge. "Hello, Piotr."

Her friend, a burly man with a bald head and an apron stained with ash, cried out in happiness. "Janis! It has been years! Two at least, eh?" Then he noticed the goat and smiled. "Hello, little one." Piotr reached out a curious hand. Jayn snickered and brought Milo close enough so Piotr could pet him. "Such a beautiful creature..."

"He's got a mark, some kind of engraving, on his collar. When Pietro was done admiring the smallest Sankt, he looked where Jayn indicated and sighed.

"That's Kovalyov. Best blacksmith in Kerch. Curly bronze hair and a trimmed goatee." So the little goat had come all the way from Kerch? Jayn sighed, knowing that her journey was going to be longer than expected.

"Thank you." She fished out some coins and pressed them into Piotr's hand, then waved him off when he tried to return them. "Tell your girls I said hello." Then she was heading back to her horse. "Milo, Milo. Just how in the world did you run all the way away from Kerch?" she asked him, giving him a disapproving look. "If you weren't so cute, I'd be mad."

the little goat was quiet during jayn’s exchange with her friend  .  tail waggity wagging when he was pat  . he could sense what was said had bothered her  .  maybe it was an easy resolve  ?  bleating as they bid farewell, milo watched jayn with keen eyes  .

“BAAAAAH!”

least she wasn’t mad at him  .  tongue poked out, he offered her playful kisses  .  where could they be headed to next  ?  he hoped it was somewhere fun  !

Light always always always beats the dark. No matter how faint or weak, no matter how fragile, no matter if it flickers or burns, it wins time and time again.

Those head bonks called Wylan's attention. With a laugh, he bent down to take the selected stick from Milo. "All right, let's see how fast you can fetch it and bring it back. Jesper said you've been doing more laps around the garden. Are you training for some sort of goat championship that I don't know about?" They were in a wide enough area now and wouldn't cause any accidents.

"Okay, ready?" The stick wiggled in Wylan's hand, teasing the little goat for a second before he hurled it a fair distance. This would be a fun activity for Milo to use up his excess energy and rest well upon returning home.

I wonder if this is how parents think of their children.

fetch  !  the little goats body thrummed with anticipation  .  this was one of his favorite games  !  tail waggity wagging, he bounced around wylan, then stepped to the side awaiting the throw  .  he’d had boundless energy, and lots of zoomies lately  .  maybe he was in training for a goat championship  !  or he just wanted to show off how fast he could go  ! 

“BAAAAH!”

milo bleated at the teases, eyes trained on the wiggling stick  .  once thrown, he dashed after, racing as fast as his little legs would go  . 

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

teeth clamp around wood, he retrieves it, races back  .  muffled bleating, the little goat returns to wylan, dropping the stick at his feet  .  again  ?  again  !

☠ ― 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝐴 𝑚𝑖𝑥 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.)