His brow scrunches in confused defiance, like a tiny, stubborn cub.

" But you smell nice... I had a mom once… maybe you’re her… jus' shapeshifted.."

His little claws pop again with a snikt, purely instinctive, and then retract just as fast.

"...Don’t wanna not have a mom again..."

"But I called you papa yesterday, so today is mom!"

"Oh... And I'm James! My big brother's name's Victor and my other big brother's name John !"

Happy noises

"Ah! Hi! Hi! Hi..."

"YES, YES! COME SEE!" he shouts, voice rough but tiny—just like his claws when they pop out by accident.

He grabs Ariel’s hand with both of his, tugging, full of energy, full of need.

He sniffs the air, then nods, voice soft and a little raspy—like a cub trying to growl
"Okay!"
He obediently pads after her.

"Noooo! I like you! I missed you!"

"Men you love? Sounds like they’re lucky!" he added, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

"Just don’t expect me to be wearin’ any flower crowns or nothin!" He will.

"...hnm...sorry."

Locking eyes with Mystique, he gives a big, toothy smile—one only a pup could manage, then, without hesitation, he runs up and tries to wrap his arms around her leg.

"yaaay... Mom!"

yaay

"😊Hiiii!!"

Confuse ??
"Hnm ..??" Dont know why shes crying "??" Pokes pokes.

He sniffed the air, little nose twitching, meat, he smelled meat, he padded closer, small feet light on the floor, following the scent like a bloodhound.

Into the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway, eyes wide, sniffing again.

“Hnnn...”

He stared at Maggie