Crepúsculo’s Son: *is on his mobile phone scrolling through comments* Hmm…

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: *is on her iPad playing a puzzle game* Hmm…

Crepúsculo’s Son: *suddenly sees this pic* Huh…? *looks at pic* Is that…? No way…! Hey, sis! Lookit! *shows pic*

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: *is focused* Hold on. I’m concentrating. Let’s see…almost…aaannd…*completes a level* Yes! I won!

Crepúsculo’s Son: Okay. Good. NOW can you look at it?

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: Look at what? What is it?

Crepúsculo’s Son: This! Look! *shows pic*

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: *sees pic* Heeey. That kinda looks-

Crepúsculo’s Son: That’s because it IS…

Crepúsculo’s Son and Daughter: It’s our Dad!

Crepúsculo: *flushes toilet as he comes out of the bathroom with a newspaper in hand* Hey there, kids. What’s all the commotion?

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: Daddy! Daddy! Look!

Crepúsculo’s Son: Someone drew this - it’s some sort of portrait of you. *shows pic*

Crepúsculo: A portrait? *sees pic* Mmm, looks more like a headshot. Nonetheless, this artist got style. Ha. I actually kinda like it.

Crepúsculo’s Son: *smells something* Ugh. Pee-yew.

Crepúsculo: Hm? Something wrong, son?

Crepúsculo’s Son: Uh…what is that smell?

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: *smells something* Ugh…I smell it, too. Did someone drop a stink bomb?

Crepúsculo: *blushes* …

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: Dad? Why’s your face red?

Crepúsculo: Uh, well…

Crepúsculo’s Son: Wait. You have a newspaper in your hand, right? So, when you came out of that bathroom……

Crepúsculo’s Son and Daughter: …eeewwwww!

Crepúsculo’s Son: So, THAT’S what stinks.

Crepúsculo’s Daughter: You dropped a bomb! Nasty!

Crepúsculo: Ahahahaha. You got me. Sorry. But, hey, you know what they say, “what goes in must come out”.

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Headshot commission done by  matt-darkpaw

Crepúsculo © Mysfurry99