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Vox is curled up in a chair with Rosie as she knits, sucking on his own thumb as he watches her, not quite sure what she’s doing but knowing that he’s nice and cozy with his Mama. Alastor, also regressed but a little older, is playing with a doll on the floor, not paying much mind to what they’re doing.
It’s beginning to become the chillier months in Hell, and staying warm is incredibly important during these months, as hypothermia comes far easier than it does on Earth.
Vox’s clinging makes it a bit harder for Rosie to knit, but she’s learned to adapt and work around it, knowing that it helps comfort him and calm down his anxiety when regressed.
Rosie’s already finished Alastor’s sweater- she had made it simple with black and red yarn. Rosie was doing Vox’s to match- with dark blue and black yarn. Vox isn’t always compliant to wearing a sweater or jacket when regressed, even when it’s below freezing outside, and she was hoping that matching with Alastor would convince him to wear a sweater.
Either way, Alastor really liked his sweater, so it was a win for him at least.
It takes Rosie another few hours to finish the sweater, finally doing the last row. “Vox, little one?’ Rosie says gently to get Vox’s attention.
“Yes, Mama?” Vox says, taking his thumb out of his mouth and staring up at her wide-eyed.
“Can you try this on for me, baby?’ Rosie asks gently, holding out the sweater.
“No thank you, Mama,” Vox murmurs.
Rosie lets out a little sigh, gently patting Vox’s head. “Please?”
“Umm..I don’t want to.” Vox mumbles.
“I see.” Rosie hums. “Would you do it if you got to match with Alastor?”
Vox squints at her skeptically.
“Alastor, dear, can you come here?’ Rosie calls softly.
Alastor looks up and abandons his doll on the floor, walking over to their Mama.
“Can you put this on for me, kiddo?” Rosie asks, holding out Alastor’s sweater.
Alastor hums and nods, letting Rosie put the sweater on him.
“There you go. Don’t you look precious,” Rosie coos, pinching Alastor’s cheeks gently. Alastor giggles, gently pushing away her hand. “See, Vox? Don’t you want to match with him?”
Vox squints again, seeming to be considering this. “Mhm.” Vox finally says.
Rosie slips the sweater over Vox’s head, and then slips his sleeves through it. Vox fusses as she does it, but fortunately doesn’t try to take it off like he usually does.
“I know you don’t like how it feels, sweetheart, but you’ve got to stay nice and warm. We don’t want you getting sick like you did last fall,” Rosie says gently, picking Vox up and settling him on her hip, before taking Alastor’s hand into her own. “Now, I’ve got to run a few errands. I’m sure everyone in Cannibaltown would love to see your cute little sweaters,”