Henry Mills (
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Who: Henry Mills, Neal Cassidy
Where: Henry's room
When: Backdated to 10/12 for singing fun
Rating: Couldn't possibly be more than G
Summary: Sad songs and a new teenager.
The Story:
The singing was weird. The singing happened to a lot of people and it was kind of interesting to watch. It wasn't really how he'd wanted to spend his thirteenth birthday on Saturday, but did it matter, really? It wasn't like he was going to actually get older in Wonderland. His moms were mad at each other, Robin and Regina were...complicated. And his dad knew that he wasn't alive back home.
It wasn't like he could ask everyone to ignore what was happening to celebrate him being a teenager, plus cope with the singing thing long enough to all be in one room, and it wasn't the right time to throw a party. Maybe they could do something belated, but Henry didn't ask.
For now he was fine with people coming and going, as long as no one minded that he was staying in his room. He knew his dad was coming over, so he had the door unlocked as he laid on his back on the couch playing a video game. He'd finally used the closet for some things to make his space feel more like his own, and plus, it gave people more places to sit. The closet gave him what looked like frat furniture, but still. It worked for him.
Where: Henry's room
When: Backdated to 10/12 for singing fun
Rating: Couldn't possibly be more than G
Summary: Sad songs and a new teenager.
The Story:
The singing was weird. The singing happened to a lot of people and it was kind of interesting to watch. It wasn't really how he'd wanted to spend his thirteenth birthday on Saturday, but did it matter, really? It wasn't like he was going to actually get older in Wonderland. His moms were mad at each other, Robin and Regina were...complicated. And his dad knew that he wasn't alive back home.
It wasn't like he could ask everyone to ignore what was happening to celebrate him being a teenager, plus cope with the singing thing long enough to all be in one room, and it wasn't the right time to throw a party. Maybe they could do something belated, but Henry didn't ask.
For now he was fine with people coming and going, as long as no one minded that he was staying in his room. He knew his dad was coming over, so he had the door unlocked as he laid on his back on the couch playing a video game. He'd finally used the closet for some things to make his space feel more like his own, and plus, it gave people more places to sit. The closet gave him what looked like frat furniture, but still. It worked for him.