Miaow
Bad job, Superstar!
Emanuel
mood.
positive
location.
the rec room
tags.
N/A
"Don't worry, you're safe here."
A phrase Emanuel had said to every resident of Marshwood Home at least once. Some kids needed to hear it a little more than others, and that was okay, he would say it as many times as was necessary. He would admit, some of the older kids would scoff at him. They didn't need reassuring, at least that was what they wanted him to think. On the other hand, he had definitely made a few kids cry. They hadn't felt safe in a long, long time.
Emanuel stood in the rec room, making a final check of his watch. Alright, it was 9pm, everything was set. He headed to the door, poking his head out.
"Kids! Movie night!" He called out, his voice echoing through the old home. His voice surprisingly carried quite far, especially in a home so big, but growing up with a father who had unofficially adopted 20+ children, you learned to be loud.
On the coffee table he'd set up as many bowls of snacks as he could fit, pretzels, crisps, popcorn... fruit... Well, he had to try and balance it out somehow. Everything was nut free and he had separated the dairy, gluten free and vegan snacks to one side to prevent any confusion. On the sofa was all of the spare blankets, plushies and pillows he could find, ready to be made into a fort. As he stood back with his hands on his hips, he couldn't help but feel slightly proud of his creation and excited to see the kids reactions to it.
A phrase Emanuel had said to every resident of Marshwood Home at least once. Some kids needed to hear it a little more than others, and that was okay, he would say it as many times as was necessary. He would admit, some of the older kids would scoff at him. They didn't need reassuring, at least that was what they wanted him to think. On the other hand, he had definitely made a few kids cry. They hadn't felt safe in a long, long time.
Emanuel stood in the rec room, making a final check of his watch. Alright, it was 9pm, everything was set. He headed to the door, poking his head out.
"Kids! Movie night!" He called out, his voice echoing through the old home. His voice surprisingly carried quite far, especially in a home so big, but growing up with a father who had unofficially adopted 20+ children, you learned to be loud.
On the coffee table he'd set up as many bowls of snacks as he could fit, pretzels, crisps, popcorn... fruit... Well, he had to try and balance it out somehow. Everything was nut free and he had separated the dairy, gluten free and vegan snacks to one side to prevent any confusion. On the sofa was all of the spare blankets, plushies and pillows he could find, ready to be made into a fort. As he stood back with his hands on his hips, he couldn't help but feel slightly proud of his creation and excited to see the kids reactions to it.
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