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Angela is walking Spork, around the block.

She walks slowly down the sidewalk, watching her dog sniff around.

It's been a while since she dropped, and her head is killing her, but Spork needs to pee, so she walks.

As she gets further from the building, her brain gets fuzzier and fuzzier. As she reaches the corner where she would normally turn around, someone honks their horn.

She jumps, and with being so close to regressing already, that fear is enough. She drops quickly and looks around.

Dropping outside is a new experience for her, and she doesn't like it. She looks around scared, tears welling in her eyes, before quickly getting distracted and smiling softly at her dog.

“Sporkie.” She coos, bending over to pet her dog for a couple .

She stands up and keeps walking straight, missing her normal turn. She pulls out her phone and quickly texts Chanse.

Angela: little

Considering that a job well done, she slides her phone back into her pocket and keeps walking, looking around at everything around her with interest.

She's scared, but she holds herself together best she can, her dog needs the walk.

After about 10 minutes Spork stops, too tired to keep going. Angela scoops him up and looks around.

She doesn't recognize anything around her. She pulls out her phone and sees a response from Chanse

Chanse: are u ok?

Angela: think so

She doesn't want to bother him, and she feels ok, just a little scared, so she answers and puts her phone back in her pocket.

Not knowing which way to go she just picks one and walks, Spork in her arms.

After about 20 minutes her phone starts ringing.

She sees it's Chanse and answers.

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Chanse is at work. But getting a text from Angela wasn't a surprise. Especially with how close to regression she had appeared when he last saw her.

He raises an eyebrow at her response of “think so”. That sounds like code for “no, but I don't want to bother you” to him, so as he packs up for the day he texts her again.

Chanse: promise?

He waits a few minutes, his concern growing. She usually answers quickly when little once she's looking at her phone.

He texts her a few more times with no response, and with his concern mounting, decides to call her.

He gets in his car and calls as he pulls out of the lot.

“Chansey?” He hears her say as she picks up. She sounds like she's outside, which scares him even more.

“Hi Angie, where are you?” He asks gently

It takes a couple seconds for her to answer. “Outside” she replies. “Walking Spork.”

Chase swears quietly. “Are you just outside your building?” He asks hopefully

“Dunno where am.” She whispers, seemingly realizing what's going on.

Chanse swears and Angela giggles

“Bad word.” She giggles and Chanse anxiously laughs with her.

“Can you share your location with me?” He asks gently.

“Dunno how.” She mumbles and Chanse pulls over into a random parking lot to walk her through it.

It takes a couple minutes, but he gets her location and she's somehow over half a mile from her apartment.

“Stay put and Chansey will come get you.” He promises, “I'll stay on the phone, just don't move.”

He talks with the little for the 20 minutes it takes from him to get to her.

She talks to him like nothing is wrong, seemingly not fully aware of her situation, but trusting Chanse to keep her safe.

As he drives up to where his phone says she is, he sees her sitting on the curb with Spork in her lap.

He pulls over and runs out, pulling the little into his arms, Spork between them. “Please don't do that again” he mumbles into her hair, holding her tightly.

She nods into his neck, clutching his shirt.

Chanse looks down at Spork. “Has he had dinner?” He asks and after a few seconds she nods.

“Why?” She asks curiously

Chanse smiles at her. “I think it's time for an Uncle Chanse sleepover.” He explains and she beams

“Fuck yeah!” She cheers and he laughs, hard.

He ruffles her hair. “Good swear!” He praises and she laughs with him.

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Angela bounces excitedly on Chanse's couch.

She’s only been little at Chanse’s apartment once, and it wasn't a good experience.

But today is good, so this has to also be good!

Chanse walks back in and hands her his stuffed turtle. “I know it's not Cannoli, but Leo said he'd keep you company while you're here”

She smiles at him, holding the toy gently. “Thanks you Chanse.” She chirps

He runs a hand through her hair. “Did you have dinner?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“Anything you want to eat?” He asks and she shrugs.

“Candy?” She suggests and he laughs. He would usually bring her candy whenever he went to her apartment to watch her.

“You gotta eat the fueling food before you move to candy, you know that you little candy gremlin.” He jokes.

Angela giggles, and tilts her head.

“What was gonna have?” She asks curiously

“I have orange chicken in the freezer. I was gonna make rice and have that.” He explains

She scrunches her nose. “Rice and candy?” She asks hopefully.

He sighs, “We gotta get a protein or a vegetable in there munchkin, or even a fruit.” he tells her

“Strawberries, rice, and candy.” She says with conviction.

Chanse laughs, but agrees. “Let's go cook some rice.” He says, pulling her up to stand and bringing her to the kitchen.

He cooks with Angela sitting on the counter. The two crack jokes back and forth. With Angela being at the older side of her headspace, she can hold a conversation a lot better.

“Thanks you come get me Chansey.” She says quietly as he chops strawberries for her.

He looks up and gives her a soft smile. “I'll always come get you, Ang.” He says softly

She smiles at him. “I love you.” She says simply, and he wraps his arms around her.

“I love you too baby.” He answers and she makes an indignant noise.

“Not a baby.” She says petulantly and he rolls his eyes.

“You're not a baby.” He confirms, and she smiles again.

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The two eat dinner together, Angela inhaling her rice and her strawberries, as Chanse peacefully eats his food.

“Done!” She calls out, “Candy!”

He laughs, “You gotta wait for me to finish.”
He explains and she sighs, but doesn't fight it, taking a sip of her Sprite.

When Chanse finishes his food she hops out of her seat and follows him with her dishes to sink.

From the sink he heads to where he keeps his candy and opens it. He grabs a handful of Reese's cups and hands them to her.

“Have at it.” He says with a smile and she cheers, bouncing on her toes.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“Bluey please.” She says and he agrees

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The two sit on the couch. cuddling, and watching Bluey with Spork in Angela's lap.

But Chanse isn't paying attention, he's lost in thought.

Something could have happened to her today and he wouldn't have known if he didn't call her.

He'd need to have a talk with her when she was big again, because he could never have this happen again.

He squeezes her tighter and she looks up at him.
He kisses her forehead, and she smiles up at him softly.

“I love you, Ang.” He murmurs and she laughs.

“Love you, Idiot.” She says lovingly before poking him.

“Now shhhhh, Muffins talking.”