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Send me "Do it." and I’ll generate a number from 1-30
17. My muse leaps onto yours for a piggyback ride (which is really conveniently adorable)
“Papa!”
The sound was mangled by the speed at which the boy crossed the distance between him and his father, the echo of it mostly carried away by the strong tendrils of the wind that ran across the field. It had been a hard day’s work for Rumplestiltskin, and while his son had been playing out in the field, he could immediately sense that the man was less than cheerful about the progress of his day. And what more could a boy do than to cheer his father up in the only manner he was accustomed to?
The two collided, with a giggle from Baelfire’s side; he had leapt onto his father’s back like the little rascal he was, though careful not to hurt him in the process, and his hand had already moved upward to ruffle the man’s hair in return for the ruffling he had given him that morning. Moments later, he was on his feet again, not wanting to strain his father’s old injury, and his toothy grin had simmered down into a modest smile.
“How was your day? Will you come play with me for a little while?”
