thatcannibalchild:

Pick an age or point on the character’s timeline, and ask a question. The character will respond as the age.

Bartolomeo looked up from the baby den-den he’d been paying with, red eyes widening at the request. His big sister Monet always looked after him, always smiled at him even if the other villagers didn’t. It was never fair and made it lonely, but Monet was always there to play with him.

A wide smile made its way to his face, giggling at the idea of being able to play today. Father would be in town until evening today so they had time to even go outside, if only for a little bit.

“Mn, let’s go Mone-!”