Egil had been throughly terrified at how fast his newly "adopted" son was growing. Honestly, this kid just ate and ate, nothing seemed to stop him. The only good thing was that he ate everything without complaint, not at brussel sprouts, or broccoli, not even picked fish! Not exaggerating, the Swedish man had tried to find anything that would stop his son, even contacting his mother to ask what he should do. All she said was,
"Du gör pojken flera mät! You must give the boy some food!"
The man not currently in black sighed, taking the little blonde boy by the hand as they crossed the street. It was strange to think he was two and looked and acted like a ten-year-old. He only hoped that the aging would stop once he became a teenager. Whatever power his son had was definitely very strong. Like the increasingly tight grip on his hand when a truck rumbled by a little too fast.
His son, a naturally shy boy named Emil, had ice-blue eyes that darted to everything that moved. The only things he seemed to trust was the man right beside him and their rather large, very fluffy husky. She trotted beside them, not requiring much of a leash, as she was almost magnetized to be right by Emil's size. After all, he was deaf.
Egil led his son into the ice-cream parlor, where he seated them by the wall and went up to the counter to order. Before the person behind the counter could ask, the snake man said, "Service dog." Afterwards, he ordered a small strawberry ice-cream, setting it in front of Emil, who grinned for the first time since they'd left their apartment. Sending a grin back, Egil glanced at the glass door, wondering who had come in.
