Wow, remind me never to write something while half awake. Fixed up the errors. Oh, dear.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Eighteen year olds were supposed to be more dignified than this, weren't they?
"Wook!" the little pink haired girl cried in delight, shoving a bright yellow flower up toward his face.
"That's nice," he replied off handedly, letting his attention stray to a rather lovely woman walking some ways from him and his… companion. With that thought, he let a slightly annoyed facial expression fall upon the four year old. She was too busy picking at the flower's petals to notice. It figured.
He was wealthy, good looking, and too damn proud to be babysitting. He should have been relaxing in preparation for his exams the next day (relaxing because he was prodigal enough to slack on studying; it was a typical trait in his family to be that intelligent, which was what had made them so wealthy). But his parents had conned him into accompanying them while they sealed a surely beneficial deal with a small rival company that belonged to this infantile life form's parents.
The child had gotten antsy and begged to run about, though her parents were firm in that she was to be a good, patient little girl, but his parents, ever the brown-nosing types, had insisted that their son could take the little girl outside for some fresh air. Needless to say, there was a whoop of joy from her and look of pure dread from him before the two headed down towards the courtyard of the large office building.
"Nii-cha, come pick mo' with me!" She began pulling on the fabric of his tailored pants. He looked down at her, trying desperately to keep any resentment towards her at bay for fear that she would complain to her parents who could pull out at any second. His own set of parents would tear him to shreds if that happened.
"Go on, I'll follow," he said, a false grin plastered on his visage with much effort.
She started off at a run, laughing all along the way, before tripping dramatically and scraping her knee. He rushed over to her.
The pain registered in a moment's time, her tears and loud, hysterical cries proving what agony she was in. For some odd reason he didn't register what should have been a rather piercing noise, and instead, he focused on her wound. It could be easily cleaned, and at most needed a band aid and a lollipop.
He picked her up and took her into the building to patch it up.
Her wails calmed into sniffles once the scrape was cleaned. She looked at him unsurely as he blew on it softly to cool the area where blood was rushing. "Mommy awways kisses it…"
A split second of disbelief before he gave in and kissed her knee tenderly. She smiled happily.
"Tankoo," she said cutely.
He graced her with a quick glance, pulled her down from the sink counter she was sitting on to the floor, and patted her head warmly. "You're welcome."
And before he could protest, she'd run off again crying, "FLOWAS!"