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**GreaterGood** · May 24th, 24, 12:01 AM

"W-Wasn't that what the milk was supposed to be?" Robin meekly asks, "Like... I'd love to eat some real food, but... I... I don't really... I don't know, s-sorry... I just..."

Robin babbles on, trying to work up the courage to say something else. At this point, it almost feels like he's better off being quiet, but it isn't like he's going to ask for the pacifier back.

**theJozza** · May 24th, 24, 03:03 AM

"Oh well of course you can't live on mommy's milk alone," Abigail coos, running her fingers over his stomach more, clearly now trying to gauge how ticklish he is. "Though I suppose if you aren't that hungry we can keep doing playtime for now." At this point she knows that his diaper is wet, but also figures he can wait a little bit more for a change. Besides, she might have an experiment in mind for that. In any case, she carries him over to a toy chest and sets him down. "Now Mommy knows it's hard to play in your huggie-onesie," she says, laying a hand on his back. "If mommy unhooks it do you promise to be a good boy and play nice?"

**GreaterGood** · May 24th, 24, 03:08 AM

Robin giggles, shaking and kicking a bit as he's tickled before almost kicking Abigail. He suddenly tenses up after this, going pale. This woman had just kidnapped him, he doesn't know what she'd be willing to do if he harms her, even accidentally.

"Of course!" Robin says, looking somewhat surprised at the idea he'd do anything violent in this scenario, "I mean, I uhhhhhh... don't really know what you want me to do, but I don't have any plans to, like, hurt you or anything... I wouldn't dream of it!"

Robin's mind was ablaze right now. He doesn't understand how he's supposed to adapt to his situation, only that he doesn't really seem particularly enthusiastic to leave? He's not even really protesting.

**theJozza** · May 26th, 24, 08:31 PM

"Oh sweetie," Abigail coos as she reaches behind him and unhooks the sleeves. "Mommy knows her sweet little boy would never try to hurt her. You're so silly," She coos again, giving him another wet kiss on the forehead. Obviously, even if Robin was the type to try anything Abigail was more than strong enough to handle him, and even if he got out of this room it wasn't as though he had anywhere to go in her house or means of escape. Though she was taking notes on how he responded to her giving him more freedom. A nice, if somewhat concerning balance of acceptance and fear. But she could work on that slowly Once his arms are free she sits down in front of him and holds up her hands. "Now then, how about we start with a nice game of patty-cake?"

**GreaterGood** · May 26th, 24, 09:53 PM

"Oh, uhhh... sure!" Robin says, before looking down at his straightjacket-covered hands, "But... wouldn't we not really be properly clapping our hands together as long as I'm wearing these weird sleeves?"

Robin sounds oddly sincere for someone in his position. He doesn't really notice how his statement could be misconstrued as him trying to escape, as the thought hasn't crossed his mind. What was there for him to escape to? A mind-numbing job? His boss is right here, and she seems to have his best interests in mind. He can't really think of a reason why he should leave.

**theJozza** · May 28th, 24, 03:08 AM

"Oh it'll be close enough, pumpkin," Abigail giggles before raising her hands. She was delighted, and not that surprised at Robin's obedience, but while she wasn't suspicious of any escape attempts she wasn't about to lower her guard too much around him until he was well and truly settled as her baby. In any case she clears her throat and extends her open palm.

"Now follow mommy," She coos. "Patty-cake, patty cake, baker man..." She starts the rhyme, pressing her palms against Robin's sleeve covered ones.

**GreaterGood** · May 28th, 24, 03:12 AM

Robin doesn't even move his lips, but he follows her motions. He blushes and turns his face away as much as he can, eyes still turned to follow her motions. Nice and sweet as this all is, he's having trouble working up the courage to move any words out of his throat. Abigail definitely wanted him to, and he felt obligated to indulge her, but... he just can't bring himself to do something so silly.

**theJozza** · May 29th, 24, 11:10 PM

"....and put it in the oven for baby and me!" Abigail finishes the rhyme, but then crosses her hands and sighs. "Oh Robbie, you didn't sing along with mommy. That's no fun. Do you know what happens to dour babies?" She asks, her tone somewhat serious. She had a feeling that while he was obedient, she definitely had her work cut out for her in making him lighten up.

**GreaterGood** · May 30th, 24, 05:27 PM

"S-Sorry!" Robin immediately says, holding his arms up in front of his face, "Please don't hurt me! W-We can do it again! I-I can even try to... sing..."

He still doesn't feel comfortable singing, though. He curls up into a little ball on the floor, as though making himself a smaller target will protect him.

**theJozza** · June 4th, 24, 01:35 PM

Abigail pauses for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt and concern over how nervous he is. Of course the way he's curling up does make him even cuter to her. Besides, there's a simple way to alleviate his worries.

"Oh I'm not going to hurt you, precious," she coos, scooting closer. "I just won't protect you from the...TICKLE MONSTER!" she says, before she starts to relentlessly tickle him, focusing on his feet, stomach, and armpits. After all, she needs to figure out where he's most sensitive.