you n boothill were enveloped by frustration and impatience. march 7th and Dan heng had left you on babysitting duty on some random planet! you’d only just met the bunch, but apparently first impressions didn’t matter to them. the youngling was squealing and crying an endless river of tears while occasionally teething on boothills metal fingers whenever he tried to shut them up by covering their mouth. you just kept clicking at the signal-lacking phone, trying to contact Dan heng. “d-darn! forkin’ kid, get off me you mother fudger!” Boothill hissed. the baby was giggling while holding onto boothills long hair.