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[sup][color=slategray]Collab with [@Fabricant451]
Featuring: [/color] [color=b57f13][b]Henry Green[/b][/color] [color=slategray]and [s]his autistic daughter[/s][/color] [color=9acd32][b]Parker Ashford[/b][/color]
[color=slategray]Location: A bathroom, all alone
Interacting with: Just each other. Let your imaginations run wild.[/color][/sup][/center]
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[indent]Ever since arriving at the party there wasn’t a moment where Parker wasn’t excited and a beach house full of party goers could corroborate that. It was more than just excitement, which she certainly had in spades, she just seemed incapable of taking a moment to chill and enjoy the atmosphere. When it came to Parker, everything was turned to eleven. Had she been given free reign, there was a high chance she would wind up tiring herself out and taking a nap wherever she happened to run out of energy, but given that she was loaded up on cereal marshmallows and a decadent cupcake there was no predicting when, if ever, that energy would run out. It was good, then, that her zooming around the party, screeching like a banshee, was suddenly interrupted. One second she was running and weaving through people and the next her feet were just moving without taking her anywhere. 

[color=9ACD32][b]“HENRY!”[/b][/color] Parker stopped trying to run when she looked up and saw the familiar face of her friend. It saved her the trouble of continually running through the house looking for him inbetween all her shouting and general verbal mischief. Her excitement and wide-eyed delight only increased when the sippy cup was given to her. Immediately she put the tip to lips and knocked it back. Ambrosia! Divine nectar of the celestials! The sweet tang of grape and sugar. The taste of grape juice on the tongue was like a shot of premium fuel to the gas tank which, oddly enough,for Parker made her stand still rather than shoot off again at record speed. [color=9ACD32][b]“HENRY! I GOT LOST BUT IT’S OKAY SHAUNA DO YOU KNOW HER? SHE LET ME HAVE A CUPCAKE AND TOOK ME HERE! WAIT WHAT ABOUT THE BAND?”[/b][/color]

Parker was speaking all the way towards the stairs, stopping as they started to ascend them. This was the first she was hearing of it. Or else she forgot, which was the more likely scenario. She took another sip from the cup, this one more out of anxiousness than actual thirst or need.
 
[color=9ACD32][b]“THE BAND CAN’T PLAY I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING COOL TO WEAR! I GOTTA GO BACK AND GET SOMETHING!”[/b][/color] Panic was setting in, and if it didn’t mean the cup would fall to the floor and potentially spill, Parker would’ve been clutching at her head in emphasis.

Geeze, Parker didn’t stand a chance without him, did she? As she started to freak out about not having  anything cool to wear, Henry just grinned and held up the plastic bag in his hand. [color=b57f13][b]“Parker, chill. I got you, check it out. Even got you a hat, my guy.”[/b][/color] He opened the bag and the contents looked like something out of an old school Michael Jackson video. A shiny black jacket inset with stones that shined in the light, a single bejeweled white glove, and the most important part of the ensemble: the black hat. [color=b57f13][b]“Don’t trip. I done set everything up [i]just[/i] right for you. Here, I got you some chocolate. You like chocolate, right?”[/b][/color] Henry reached into his pocket and withdrew the brownie from before, unwrapping it and holding out to Parker.

[color=b57f13][b]“You eat this, we’ll go upstairs, I’ll get you a bubbly bath a-rockin’, but I’m setting a timer so you don’t stay in too long, then you change into this shit, and you’ll be ready to SLAY THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE. This is your MOMENT, Parker Ashford. YOUR opportunity. SEIZE IT. You knock the house down and tomorrow I’ll get you pancakes. If you kill it out there, I’ll hook you up with some fireworks too.”[/b][/color] Henry explained, before tugging at Parker to urge her up the stairs. He didn’t know when the band was supposed to play, actually… didn’t matter. He’d figure it out. Parker would happily mess around in the bubble bath for as long as possible.

Henry had a knack for coming through in the clutch; Parker wasn’t quite sure how he did it, maybe he was some kind of wizard? It didn’t really matter the how or why, just that Parker had a need and as usual there was Henry to provide. The cosmos grinned when Parker ran into Henry for the first time. Whenever Parker needed a fix of her juice, she could turn to him, it was a good system they had. The outfit definitely fell in the cool category - anything that was that sparkly definitely qualified - plus it came with a hat. Sure the hat would cover up the barrettes but that was the price one paid for cool. 

Parker nodded at the outfit, then nodded harder at the brownie. Two chocolates in one day? It wasn’t even her birthday! The sippy cup found a temporary home under her arm as her still chocolate-crumb-having hands greedily dug into the brownie. She ripped off a chunk, tossed it between her teeth, and was already pulling off another piece before swallowing the first. Parker didn’t let a good thing go to waste, shoveling the brownie down in record time; of course she washed it down with another sip from the cup. [color=9ACD32][b]“BUBBLE BATH, YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH!”[/b][/color] She was nodding at the suggestion and though it seemed like the brownie might not have taken hold, the fact that her nods were slower and her words slightly lower in volume meant that whatever was in the brownies were starting to work their magic. 

[color=9ACD32][B]“LOTTA BUBBLES. LOTTA! BUBBLES!”[/b][/color] If nothing else, she was finally done shrieking around the place. That was sure to reduce the amount of headaches.

One step at a time, they climbed the staircase, and Henry went straight down the hall to the room at the end, the locked door of the master bedroom. Henry stuffed his hand into his pocket and withdrew the key that Damian had given him, and unlocked the door, pulling Parker in behind him. Once they were both securely inside, he shut and locked the door. [color=b57f13][b]“Hey, don’t break nothin’ in here. Damian trusted me with the key, now I’m trusting you with the room, dig?”[/b][/color] With that, Henry led her into the master [url=https://i.imgur.com/NN0Rs5w.jpg]bathroom.[/url]

He sat down on the ledge of the bath and spun the dials, letting it fill up a bit before he dumped some of the bubble mix into it. Then he stood up and went over to the drawers, digging around for a second before retrieving a bath bomb, which he held out to Parker. [color=b57f13][b]“You wanna do the honors, little dude?”[/b][/color]

This place was so cool that Parker couldn’t really handle it all; the master bathroom was totally different than what she was used to - but then when her idea of a shower consisted of turning the hose on and pretending to fight a water-shooting snake, literally anything would be a step up. The brownies had to have been working, at least, given that Parker didn’t immediately start to scream in excitement. It was present, the excitement, just moreso in her expression and her frantic nods of approval.
 
[color=9ACD32][B]“YES. YES! YEAH YEAH![/b][/color] Parker took the bath bomb, taking just a moment to admire how it looked kind of like a piece of candy, with the bright colors. She knew better than to take a bite of it but the temptation was definitely there. Fortunately, it was more fun to use the bomb as intended - which she happily did by slamming it into the bathwater. Her arm strength was such that the water didn’t get everywhere, but a few drops did manage to cross boundaries and drip to the floor. She watched with boundless excitement as the bathwater changed color - kind of like how adding milk to the bag of marshmallows made the milk turn blue and yellow. [color=9ACD32][B]“YEAH! NO PEEKING! GO GO GO!”[/b][/color] It was bath time for Parker, and that meant she was trying to push Henry out of the door. Bless her for trying to move the guy.

Henry moved himself toward the door, in such a way that he allowed Parker to at least believe she was pushing him out of the room. As he walked, he tapped on his phone, setting a timer. [color=b57f13][b]“Alright, Park. You got fifteen minutes to bath. After that, I’m bustin’ in. SCRUB. Wash behind your ears too. And wash your hair! Use conditioner. Damian’s ma got the good shit in there. Use it. Are you hungry? Do you need food? I can get you some snacks together. For when you’re done.”[/b][/color]

[color=9ACD32][b]“I KNOW!”[/b][/color] Parker pouted at the listing of requirements. Her mother once gave similar rules and she had a similar response. Where Parker was concerned, being told how to clean and wash was basically people treating her like a little kid. She wasn’t! She’d been here for a lot of years! Though the mention of food turned the small pouting frown into a much more normal expression of joy. [color=9ACD32][B]“YEAH! CRACKERS….CRACKER SANDWICHES!”[/b][/color] There were few things better than having crackers and peanut butter after a soothing bath. She used to like the ones that had orange crackers but the wrappers changed and they were too hard to open, but any would do. 

[color=9ACD32][b]“BUT LEAVE FOR REAL NOW! THANKS, HENRY! YOU’RE THE BEST!”[/b][/color] Grape juice, chocolate, a party, a cool outfit, a bath, and now crackers? This was shaping up to be the best party ever. Fifteen minutes, that was a long time, and Parker was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She would even try not to splash around too much, because that might make Henry mad, and after being given cool things that was the last thing she wanted to do. Music soothes the beast in mythology, but material goods, special brownies, and the prospect of food seemed to work in soothing the Parker.[/indent]