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*I hear you walk away, and some stomping. I assume you're going upstairs*

"Muh-muh-*sniff*-muh..." *I continue to struggle with my bonds and rattle the tray as much as I can, but I can't get free.*

*After some sobbing, I go into full on tantrum mode. I start banging my hands on the tray, and wailing at the top of my voice, the sound echoing throughout the house (house...?).*

*The incoherent, near-deafening shrills continue as you descend the stairs again, going unnoticed by myself in my fit*

[Can't eat the fish you catch? Ewww... Oh! Plan! Take the fishies with you when you go hunting, and use them to bait out big game! Nab a bear for your wall! ]

( It's true you need a licence to hunt and fish on public property but not private property now I do get a licence to fish out of the local marina but it's to harmful to eat what you catch from there but for hunting I go to my uncle's house like a couple times a year only )

As I head upstairs I change into a new diaper then I come back down to see if your calm or not

*As I see you approaching, I try to make a run for it but only get a few crinkly steps in before you catch me by my left arm. Putting your hands under my armpits, you lift me into the air, keeping me at a short distance, and for good reason*

*I start kicking and flailing, grabbing at your hands trying to get you to put me down in my squirmy motions.* "No! No! Eh - Put me down! Put. Me. DOWN!" I whine.

As we round the couch headed for the kitchen, I start to panic, and in said panic, I start to cry and blurt out: "Let me go you big-silly-stupid-over-growdeded-dirty-stinky-butt-meanie-head!" *Still trying to break free from your grasp in vain*

*You set me down in the highchair with a mildly forceful crinkly plop, and make quick work of the restraints despite my struggling. First the cloth-fiber belt loop that goes over my tummy, clicking it into place before cinching it up behind the highchair, keeping my back held to it. Then you pull the feeding tray out from it's holder in the back, and click it into place in front of me, the plastic try completing my imprisonment by locking a plastic guard against the crotch of my diaper. I struggle with each of these restraints as they're placed, but cannot free myself. Lastly, you turn the highchair with a rumble to face the corner it was setup in, denying me the ability to see anything besides this little crevice of the room. I continue to cry and make a scene, but it's mostly just incoherent whining*

[Don't you have to have a licence to hunt? I know you need one to fish with :3]

That's it Missy your going into time out. I place you into a high chair and I strap you in and I have you look at the corner

( But yeah miles well say it costs that much but I also go hunting and fishing lol )

*Although I am grateful to not waste precious time knowing what type of diaper I'm wearing, I'm more concerned that you're chiding me and get even more upset* *When you mention a time out, my pupils dilate briefly before I close my eyes, a pained angry look over my face*

*I put my hands to the couch cushions and spring up from it, landing on my feet. I stamp my left foot down*

"NO!" *I glare away from you, cheeks puffing out*

[I don't think they're cheap anywhere. Arm and a leg for protection, right? Oh well, I can see why these things are in place...]

I giggle awww baby looks so cute when mad but I must detest if you don't calm down you may need a time out to cool down now if you must know this diaper has princess and stars on em

( Well open carry is discouraged since there are stiffer penalties if someone accidentally gets injured with my firearms while I carry but conceal carry classes aren't cheap where I live at either. )

*Grrrrrr* I choke out.* "I was dry! I was I was I was!" *I Flail a little, causing my diaper to crinkle.*

*I pull up th bottom of my shirt a little, exposing my naval, as I look down at this new diaper. It's a different one from yesterday, and just looking at it sparks a memory in the back of my mind*

*I look up, my angry eyes meeting yours* You meanie head! You wouldn't help me figure out what my prints were yesterday! *I let go of my shirt and hold up nine fingers*

"This! I spent a whole six minutes figuring out that they were balloons and teddies! I could have spent that time colourwen, or daydreaming, but no! I had to focus SO HARD to figure out that they were balloons and teddies!"

*I lean forward* "What do you have to say for yourself? How could you put me through that!?" I demand.

[No licence? Not sure if I'm all about that... Although I guess it's good in your case. Gangs are scawwey. ]

You were not dry my dear now please be a good baby .

( Well I have 4 guns to be exact along with a bunch of knives but where I live at you don't need a licence to open carry at least plus it's best to carry in the next town over cause of the gangs )

*Arms still folded over one another, my angry blush starts to flare, hair seemingly rising with my frustrations*

*I quickly throw my head to the side* "But what about the diaper change! I didn't need a change, I was dry!" *Glares at you from the corner of my eye, still not moving my head*

[Ah, so you have many guns. Guns are nifty, but we don't own any... Daddy and I wanna' get our licences for them, but loud noises hurtses... : / I've got some defensive stuff I carry with me, small knives and pepper spray mostly.]

Well you looked cold so I figure you could use the clothes plus you look so cute in that outfit.

( I'm just looking around for a good deal to expand my collection lol )