Little Stormcloud

[aub13]

As the day went on, Alexander had noticed several things about his little which were starting to worry him. At lunchtime, he had to scold his kit multiple times to eat his food, in which Alex finally gave up and let Ty free from his highchair. The foxling was bearly speaking, which caused papa Alex to raise a hand to his forehead to check if he was sick-no fever. The man decided maybe it'd be best to leave Tyler alone for a bit, but when he came to check on his tot, he came to realize that his playroom was an absolute mess.

"Ty-Ty, what is with you today? Are you okay?" Alex crouched down on one knee to talk to the diapered little fox on the rug, pushing aside a plethora of building blocks and some plushies. "What have I told you about cleaning up your toys?"

[Angel]

Tyler refused to look at Alex. That was never a good sign. The fox tried to move away from him.

"Nothing is wrong." he said adamantly, intending that to be the end of the conversation.

[aub13]

"Alright Sir Grumpsalot~" The man tried to shave the worry out of his voice after Ty avoided eye contact. He gently took the foxling from under his arms and placed him on his lap, talking softly from over his shoulder. "Are you sure nothing's wrong little one?"

Alex grabbed a nearby bunny, making it trot up to Ty in a goofy manner.

"Perhaps I can take your grumps away!" The rabbit said, looking rather triumphant at the moment.

[Angel]

Tyler eyed the rabbit quietly. Part of him screamed at him to let Alex help. He and Olly made everything better...

But he forced the thought away. "Just... Wanna be left alone..." he said softly.

[aub13]

Alex let out a sigh, letting Ty off his lap and kissing him on the head before letting him be.

"Okay, well if you need us let me know okay?" Before leaving, he tugged at Ty's diaper to make sure it was okay-he'd noticed he'd been secretly using the toilet as of late as well.

Alex sauntered into the kitchen, where Oliver was busy looking at something online, and explained his concerns to his partner.

"Do you think we did something?" He questioned, but Oliver shook his head.

"He's young, he's probably working something out for himself." The lean blonde furrowed his brow. "Maybe we can take him out to eat?"

[Angel]

Tyler waited until the man left, before dipping to his wardrobe. He dressed quickly. His jeans, a shirt, his savings... Popping his shoes on, he headed to the window. With a deep breath, he opened it up, and climbed out. The boy was off like a rocket.

[aub13]

Around dinnertime, Oliver went to go check on Ty only to find an empty, messy room...

"Tyler? Where are you sweetie?" The blonde went from room to room, and when he didn't find Ty as usual, his heart fluttered. Maybe he was just playing? Oliver looked under their bed, his crib, the closets, the cabinets. "Tyler Abbey this isn't funny anymore come out!"

"What's going on?" Alex came in from the living room and after Oliver told him the situation, the man growled. "Call his phone. Tyler if you don't come out this instant I'm going to paddle your behind!"

No answer. Not from his phone either. The two men's hearts were doing somersaults. Alex ran to the backyard, then the front. He didn't know what to make of it, turning a worried face to Olly, who was searching the house for clues as to where their baby boy had run off to.

[Angel]

Tyler was long gone by that time. The foxling had been depressed lately, viewing himself as a drain on Alex and Oliver.

He decided to free them of himself.

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Later that evening, legs sore and ready to fall off from running for so long, Tyler flopped onto the sidewalk on his ass. Looking around, he found himself downtown... Not in a very nice part either.

"Fuck everything..." he mumbled to himself. Where the hell was he supposed to go? He heard something around the corner... Somebody was playing music. He wandered toward the noise...

(I figure the musician can be his in for the club and blah blah blah.)

[aub13]

The sound the lost kit would come to find was coming from a crowded, smokey club jam packed with people. It clearly was not a friendly place for tiny twinks like himself to be wandering around. While the band was still on set, a woman covered in tattoos with long black hair spyed at him out of the corner of her eye. Who was this little thing hanging around the door? She wondered, she'd never seen him before.

After she was finished and the band took a break, she and her bass guitar waltzed up to Tyler. She towered over him, furrowing her pierced brow.

"You don't look so good little girl. Why don't ya come in for a drink?" She flashed an eye at the bouncer, who knew better than to argue with her.

[Angel]

Tyler flustered cutely, looking up at her in pure nervous worry. "Oh, I, uh... I'm not a girl. And I was just... I heard the music." he stuttered to her, not realizing how adorable he looked.