Dedicated to:
Sailoranime

Thefluffyotaku will grant thy wish of revealing little kid moments with our favorite parents. Hope it is too your liking.

Please note they will be 4 years old

-thefluffyotaku
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" I'm gonna get ya!" Papa Soul grinned as he heard his little angels giggle. Angel and Yukī were now walking, talking, and playful. They were also just as intelligent as Maka, now fully understanding how to play hide-and-seek. However, they did not comprehend that they should hide in different places. Angel was smart(er) and always chose to hid in the back of the lower cabinet. Yukī, oh Yukī, always hid in the oven. Soul sighed. What was a father to do? He chose to grab Angel first, considering she was the hardest.
"Where did Angel go?" He said louder than normal (with obvious bafflement in his voice as to why he can not find her)
Giggling was heard.
"Is she in here?" Soul opened the fridge. "Nope!" He shut it.
Muffled giggling.
He looked at the cabinets, not bothering to hide a smile. He crept towards the door that hid his little Angel.
"Is she in," his fingers grasped the thin handle. "Here!" He threw the cabinet open the reveal Angel sitting behind all the pots. She let out a small scream, her large green eyes widened. She laughed and jumped into her fathers arms, and they fell on the floor in a furry of white hair.
"Let's go find your sister." Her large green eyes lit up and she nodded her head. A squeal was heard and the oven burst open. Yukī dashed out with a flurry of giggles. Soul felt his pale as she headed towards her den. Angel giggled and ran after her sister.
"After her Papa!"
"Ack! Wait! A-Angel! Yukī! No! Stop!!"
He flailed his arms in all different directions while whispering as loud as he could.
But it was too late, they were already inside. The door creaked open just a bit.
Quiet mocking giggling.
"Soul."
...
The door threw open. It imbedded in the wall, cracking the wall. The monst-Angel, stood (with another bun in the oven) having a sinister glare. the little beast-rrrm-bundles of joy held both legs and covered the smirk with a hand. Muffling their little, girly, mocking,
Giggling.
Maka, now seven months pregnant with their first son, learned that a Maka-Chop puts too much sprain on the baby. So, another punishment was made.
"Girls"
The twins detached them selfs from her legs and stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing obediently at their mother.
"Yes mama?" They smiled up at her.
"Your father is in need of a," she glanced up at her husband, who was as pale as his hair.
"Makeover."
"Noooooo!!!!!" Papa Soul couldn't get away from the strong hands of his princesses, as lipstick colored his eyes, and nail polish splashed his cheek. All while hearing

GIGGLING