Peter was now a cute, slightly chubby four years old with soft face, brown eyes, eddish wild hair and remarkably round bottom. And, of course, big black s on his hands. He was dressed in a standart "little sailor" outfit.
The Penny yawned a few times, looked around and then uttered a yell of rage - or so it was intended, actually sounding pretty cute. "They did it! No, they cannot! I'd rather die, change me back, change me back!!" Peter threw a tantrum, sttuggling and kicking in his new mother's arms.
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Attention! The situation in my country, as well as the situation on my workplace (which is connected to each other) leave me little to no time, nor mental stability to RP. I cannot start any new RPs, even if I've suggested them before.
I will try to respond then I can, but the pauses might be long. I am very sorry.
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