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*Your question makes me recoil for a moment as I watch you pat your diaper mockingly, but I quickly regain my composure.*

"Ha! Jokes on you, baby Zaky!" *I rise to my feet in the chair, tugging at the front of my diaper, as if to show it off.*

"It's dry-yy!" *I let it fall back into place* Hehe, we can't says the same thingses for yous, cans we? *I stick out my tongue after the remark, trying to lean in to make you feel my tease more. I lean a little too much, my balance being compromised, and I start to fall off the chair. A hand quickly catches me from below, sitting me back down in the seat and shaking a finger as if to say 'don't do that again'. I look up at the hand, it pats my head a little and then vanishes. After a brief moment, I look back to you.*

"Besides, Mama Mingle is just more groweded up! She's smarter and sweeter, and the most perfect angel ever!" I boast. "Unlike a certain smelly britches meanie head I know!" *After scolding you, I hear you start singing and humming a tune. I've never heard it before, but it sounded... A little sad. Still, I just swing my feet happily, still finding amusement in agitating my former punisher.*

[Okay, I see. Usually you don't want to use multi-contextual outsourced things like that due to the vague outline it portrays. I'm not confused anymore, but now you know.

I guess Mingle serious time gets a little extension... If you haven't picked up on it, Mingle is a mischievous little brat of a girl (>///<) That has a hard time 'seeing past her own nose' on things once she's set her mind too it. This stubbornness led to your character getting fed up with her, and let her have it. Now she's getting revenge, and reveling in you lashing back from a helpless perspective, thanks to the control she's acquired, but this can't last forever (because I won't allow it! Hehe!). She's going to keep pressing your bratty buttons until they're worn and sore... So sorry if my character isn't behaving the way you wanted. : /]

( I'm just trying to be different is all and this RP is fun and I do want to continue doing it. I was just trying to express in another way of how my character feels at the moment though I didn't think it out or how you would react which is my fault andnI apologize for that )

[Okaies, brief Mingle serious time:

I'm a little confused by the post. I went and listened to that song (since it's been a good long while since I've heard anything from 3 Doors Down) and it seemed morose and gloomy. The song goes over several things, making your response opaque, as it could mean a whole array of things.

Are you okay? Do you... not want to do the RP anymore? I'm sorry if that's the case. : /

Please type back an OOC post like this one, and let me know what's up. I'll respond to the previous RP post as I regularly would after your OOC, but I'm kinda concerned and need clarity.]

I look at you confused , " How can you be a grown up if you still use diapers " I say as I start smacking my own and looking at some of my toy cars that are just laying there. Then after Iget done smacking my diaper I start singing a song called Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down in an effort to let you know how I feel at the moment.

*My grumpy expression starts to fade a little as I hear you speak thanks. There's a brief pause, before you paraphrase my actions to me. I snicker a little, grabbing the sides of my armless raised chair and start rocking back and forth on my bottom.*

"Oh, you're a little baby alright! You're a stinky butt meanie head and yous deserveses to be punished for being a naughty stinker." I reply. "But... Daddy said baby's ouchies shouldn't be ignoreded, even if they're in time outs, which means it's vewwy vewwy important."

*I look directly into your eyes, and lean in a little in my chair* "Hehe, wittew baby is talkin' baby talk. Good baby boy. " I remark. *I wonder if you realize how much of a bratty infant you look like.*

"Now, are you ready to tell Mama Mingle that you're just a stinky diaper baby, and that Mama's a bigger grown up than yous?" I say, trying to get a rise out of you. *I see the pride in your eyes well back up with a few more tears. I look around for more stuff to do, spotting something from the corner of my eye. I look back at you, teaming and ready to press more of your sensitive little buttons, putting the thought in my back pocket for later.*

"That is, if the little stinker can still talkies? Ehehe!" I chuckle.

[Okaies! You're getting better with communicating your character's emotions through movements, by the way. Thanks! Have you been pwacticing? : o?]

" Thank you Mama Mingle I guess for making booboo go away " I say thinking that I'm gonna fall back asleep anytime to wake up on the couch. Then upon thinking I splurt out, " but me thought I was a little baby that didn't deserve to be treated kindly in any way and me still don't " As I sit there looking at you with a frown.

( Me ish happy )

*I wait for a response, but then you seemingly just lay back down. I start to get a little grumpy, my kindness having not been reflected by your response.*

"Hey! Don't ignore Mama Mingle!" I huff. *Two hands come down and pick you up by your hips, flipping you up into a sitting position, before plopping you back down on your mushy butt. I cross my arms and puff out my cheeks, glaring at you through the crib.*

"Mmmmmrghmmff" I grumble, aggravated.

[How're you feeling anywayses? ]

I just stare at you for a second and turn away without saying anything knowing that this could get worse and I try to lay back down thinking this is all a bad dream or something forgetting that it's breakfast time

*So consumed in my laughter, eyes shut tight squirming on the floor, that the jolting sound of you smacking your head against the bars causes me to stop instantly - looking up in concern. I see you mumbling grumpily behind the sticker, whimpering at your self inflicted affliction.*

"Uh, hey..." I squeak out. *I can't help but notice that you're starting to form a little bruise, apparently hitting your head against the bars a lot harder than you anticipated. I watch you lay over, eyes shut tight, curling up and pouting a little.*

*I have a hand scoop me up under my diaper, as if I'm sitting on a swingset, and have it float me over to your crib. My eyes flash as I ensure you lay still. I make the bars sort of bend as if they were made of vapor, and I was blowing air through them.*

"Here, let Mama get that..." I say softly. *Picking, prodding and punishing are one thing, but injuries like these were not something Mingle would let slide. I lean in and kiss the spot tenderly, like Daddy does for boo-boos, and the swelling suddenly reduces down, the color fadeing back to normal. I watch your eyes open and look at me as I pull back away.*

*As a final touch, I press my index finger into the center of your sticker, causing it to fall off like a leaflet. My hand turns to catch it, the once-adhesive sticker falling into my out turned hand with a small flutter. The hand floats me back out as the bars seem to recompose themselves. Once I'm out, the hand keeps me afloat a little ways off the ground, then suddenly transforms in a puff of mist into a sort of raised chair, keeping me sitting level with your crib's mattress. You start to stir...*

"Are you done with the icky no no words, baby boy?" *I question, holding the leaflet in my hand and waving it a little.*

[Hey, so... I hate to ask you to do this, but you're going to need to edit your post again, because you still had the sticker on your mouth. :s We have to stay consistent, after all.]

After the Hand spanks me placing stinker on my diaper I get really frustrated and I bash my head off the crib bars.

Then a bruise forms over my head from bashing it against the bars

And when you get done laughing I go and I curl up into a ball and I try to ignore you