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So I learnt that today is officially World Adoption Day, so I couldn't resist making this. My DBM OC Tony, together with his adoptive mother Beth.

You gotta give credit to Beth here. She's already looking after a young, hyperactive daughter, but the moment she and her husband laid eyes upon little Tony, they knew they had to take him in. He is now and forever more a member of the Gale family and they all love him very much.

Tony and Beth are C to me.
If you wanna read a little more into their dynamic, check out my short story, "Normal"
DBM Short - Normal"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!""Yes, Cassey?" asked Beth, looking up from her cup of coffee."Mummy! 'The Adventures of the Pirate Princess' is starting soon!" explained Cassey, excitedly bouncing on her heels, "Have you seen Tony? He's going to miss it!""No, I haven't," Beth replied, "I thought he'd be with you.""Well, he isn't. He just wandered off while I wasn't looking," Cassey grumbled with a massive pout on her face, "He better not miss Pirate Princess, or I'm never speaking to him again!""OK, Cassey, calm down," said Beth, ruffling her daughter's hair, "I'm sure he hasn't gone far. Maybe he's gone into the garden. I'll go and have a look.""Thanks, Mummy," Cassey cheered right up again, then dashed back to the living room.Beth put down the coffee, then went outside. Their garden was quite small, with no obvious hiding places, and she'd explicitly told both Tony and Cassey to never go out the gate without permission or an adult with them, so finding Tony shouldn't have been too difficult. But there was no sign of him anywhere.Then Beth noticed that the garage door was open. This was quite unusual, as normally the only person who went in there was her husband, Gary, and he always made sure to shut it. She looked inside and found something she wasn't expecting - a tub of paint, opened clumsily and slightly spilled over the floor. Beth knelt down and looked at it. The paint was a light peach, virtually the same colour as her skin."I've told them not to play in the garage," Beth muttered to herself. She headed back inside and was just about to call for Cassey to ask if she'd been in the garage when she spotted something on the carpet leading to the stairs, as well as on the stairs themselves - paint marks in the shape of a hand.Beth groaned, grabbed a few paper towels and wiped up the paint as best she could. Then she followed the trail upstairs. It led all the way to the bathroom. As she approached, she heard a whirring noise that sounded very familiar.Beth peaked through the door. There was Tony, sitting on the floor, holding his mother's hairdryer. He didn't appear to notice Beth stepping through."Tony, what are you doing?"Tony jumped, dropping the hairdryer and turning around."M-Mum?" he exclaimed, "I-I can explain..."Then Beth looked at his hands. His left arm - the bionic arm - was covered in paint all the way to the mid-point between his wrist and elbow. The same paint from the garage."Oh, look what you've done!" she groaned. She ran over to Tony, grabbed his arm, then began to wipe the paint away with the paper towels. Although she managed to get the worst of the paint off, the arm was now stained quite badly and the peach colour remained."Tony, how many times have I told you about playing in the garage?" Beth asked her son once she'd wiped as much paint as she could."Umm...a few?" Tony replied meekly, knowing he was in serious trouble."I've told you before not to mess around in there," said Beth firmly, "That paint is not for you to play with! It's for important jobs around the house and is very expensive. What if you'd knocked it over? Not to mention, you got it all over the carpet. Don't you know how difficult it is to clean?"Tony couldn't even look his mother in the eye. He knew she was cross with him. He just looked at the floor, at the paint stains on the tiles, then his hand. Then he began to cry.Beth's tone changed. "What's wrong?""I'm so sorry, Mummy!" Tony wailed, "I just...I just wanted a normal arm again!""Tony, if there's something wrong, you can tell me." Beth assured him. Her son continued to cry."I hate that my arm looks so weird! Everywhere we go, other kids stare at it. Sometimes they point and ask why it looks so strange. I don't like that! I just thought that if it looked like a normal arm, they wouldn't point!" He gave a sad sniffle. "That's why I painted it. Please don't be mad, Mummy. I didn't mean to be naughty.""Oh, Tony," sighed Beth. She knelt down, took out her handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped away Tony's tears."Tony, I'm afraid that arm will never truly replace the one you lost. But your Daddy and I decided to get it for you because we thought you deserved it. I still remember the day we met you, and we saw a bright, curious and kind-hearted little boy who needed a second chance."She reached out and gently rubbed her son's right cheek."I know it's hard, but you shouldn't let what people think get to you," she continued, "They don't know you. They judge what they see on the outside, but they never truly understand what they are on the inside. You should never be ashamed of who you are."Tony gave a slight smile, then rubbed his arm."I... I still wish it didn't look so weird," he admitted."I understand," remarked Beth, "But hey, whilst we're talking about it, I'll let you in on a little secret. The only other person I've told is Daddy." She paused for a moment, looked over her shoulder as if to make sure nobody was listening in, then whispered in Tony's ear, "I'm actually missing a few of my teeth.""Really!?" exclaimed Tony, "B-but your smile is so beautiful.""Aww, thanks," said Beth, "But three of them are actually artificial. Including this one right here." She smiled and pointed to one of her incisors. "I lost them when I crashed my bicycle. I originally wanted golden ones, but they were too expensive. It was weird getting used to them at first, but now I don't even think about them.""Do you think I'll get to the stage when I don't think about my arm?" asked Tony."If you put your mind to it, I'm sure you will," said Beth, "But just remember, it doesn't matter what other people think of you. It's how you feel that matters most.""Thanks, Mum," said Tony, giving his mother a big hug. Then he realised something."Oh no! The paint's still damp! Sorry, Mum. I left a stain on your shirt."He had indeed left a handprint-sized stain on the white t-shirt. But Beth just laughed."Don't worry about it. I have plenty more. Anyway, your favourite TV show has just started. You may wanna go and catch it before Cassey starts wondering where you are.""OK," said Tony. He rushed out the bathroom... only to pop his head back around. "Hey, Mum?""Yes, Tony?""Do you think it'll be OK if, well, I kept my arm this colour? I kinda like it."Beth smiled. "Of course you can. Just don't try to paint it yourself again, understand?""OK. Thanks, Mum. I love you." said Tony with a smile, then rushed downstairs to join his sister. Beth stood up and put the hairdryer away."I love you too, my son."

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So I learnt that today is officially World Adoption Day, so I couldn't resist making this. My DBM OC Tony, together with his adoptive mother Beth.

You gotta give credit to Beth here. She's already looking after a young, hyperactive daughter, but the moment she and her husband laid eyes upon little Tony, they knew they had to take him in. He is now and forever more a member of the Gale family and they all love him very much.

Tony and Beth are C to me.
If you wanna read a little more into their dynamic, check out my short story, "Normal"
DBM Short - Normal"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!""Yes, Cassey?" asked Beth, looking up from her cup of coffee."Mummy! 'The Adventures of the Pirate Princess' is starting soon!" explained Cassey, excitedly bouncing on her heels, "Have you seen Tony? He's going to miss it!""No, I haven't," Beth replied, "I thought he'd be with you.""Well, he isn't. He just wandered off while I wasn't looking," Cassey grumbled with a massive pout on her face, "He better not miss Pirate Princess, or I'm never speaking to him again!""OK, Cassey, calm down," said Beth, ruffling her daughter's hair, "I'm sure he hasn't gone far. Maybe he's gone into the garden. I'll go and have a look.""Thanks, Mummy," Cassey cheered right up again, then dashed back to the living room.Beth put down the coffee, then went outside. Their garden was quite small, with no obvious hiding places, and she'd explicitly told both Tony and Cassey to never go out the gate without permission or an adult with them, so finding Tony shouldn't have been too difficult. But there was no sign of him anywhere.Then Beth noticed that the garage door was open. This was quite unusual, as normally the only person who went in there was her husband, Gary, and he always made sure to shut it. She looked inside and found something she wasn't expecting - a tub of paint, opened clumsily and slightly spilled over the floor. Beth knelt down and looked at it. The paint was a light peach, virtually the same colour as her skin."I've told them not to play in the garage," Beth muttered to herself. She headed back inside and was just about to call for Cassey to ask if she'd been in the garage when she spotted something on the carpet leading to the stairs, as well as on the stairs themselves - paint marks in the shape of a hand.Beth groaned, grabbed a few paper towels and wiped up the paint as best she could. Then she followed the trail upstairs. It led all the way to the bathroom. As she approached, she heard a whirring noise that sounded very familiar.Beth peaked through the door. There was Tony, sitting on the floor, holding his mother's hairdryer. He didn't appear to notice Beth stepping through."Tony, what are you doing?"Tony jumped, dropping the hairdryer and turning around."M-Mum?" he exclaimed, "I-I can explain..."Then Beth looked at his hands. His left arm - the bionic arm - was covered in paint all the way to the mid-point between his wrist and elbow. The same paint from the garage."Oh, look what you've done!" she groaned. She ran over to Tony, grabbed his arm, then began to wipe the paint away with the paper towels. Although she managed to get the worst of the paint off, the arm was now stained quite badly and the peach colour remained."Tony, how many times have I told you about playing in the garage?" Beth asked her son once she'd wiped as much paint as she could."Umm...a few?" Tony replied meekly, knowing he was in serious trouble."I've told you before not to mess around in there," said Beth firmly, "That paint is not for you to play with! It's for important jobs around the house and is very expensive. What if you'd knocked it over? Not to mention, you got it all over the carpet. Don't you know how difficult it is to clean?"Tony couldn't even look his mother in the eye. He knew she was cross with him. He just looked at the floor, at the paint stains on the tiles, then his hand. Then he began to cry.Beth's tone changed. "What's wrong?""I'm so sorry, Mummy!" Tony wailed, "I just...I just wanted a normal arm again!""Tony, if there's something wrong, you can tell me." Beth assured him. Her son continued to cry."I hate that my arm looks so weird! Everywhere we go, other kids stare at it. Sometimes they point and ask why it looks so strange. I don't like that! I just thought that if it looked like a normal arm, they wouldn't point!" He gave a sad sniffle. "That's why I painted it. Please don't be mad, Mummy. I didn't mean to be naughty.""Oh, Tony," sighed Beth. She knelt down, took out her handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped away Tony's tears."Tony, I'm afraid that arm will never truly replace the one you lost. But your Daddy and I decided to get it for you because we thought you deserved it. I still remember the day we met you, and we saw a bright, curious and kind-hearted little boy who needed a second chance."She reached out and gently rubbed her son's right cheek."I know it's hard, but you shouldn't let what people think get to you," she continued, "They don't know you. They judge what they see on the outside, but they never truly understand what they are on the inside. You should never be ashamed of who you are."Tony gave a slight smile, then rubbed his arm."I... I still wish it didn't look so weird," he admitted."I understand," remarked Beth, "But hey, whilst we're talking about it, I'll let you in on a little secret. The only other person I've told is Daddy." She paused for a moment, looked over her shoulder as if to make sure nobody was listening in, then whispered in Tony's ear, "I'm actually missing a few of my teeth.""Really!?" exclaimed Tony, "B-but your smile is so beautiful.""Aww, thanks," said Beth, "But three of them are actually artificial. Including this one right here." She smiled and pointed to one of her incisors. "I lost them when I crashed my bicycle. I originally wanted golden ones, but they were too expensive. It was weird getting used to them at first, but now I don't even think about them.""Do you think I'll get to the stage when I don't think about my arm?" asked Tony."If you put your mind to it, I'm sure you will," said Beth, "But just remember, it doesn't matter what other people think of you. It's how you feel that matters most.""Thanks, Mum," said Tony, giving his mother a big hug. Then he realised something."Oh no! The paint's still damp! Sorry, Mum. I left a stain on your shirt."He had indeed left a handprint-sized stain on the white t-shirt. But Beth just laughed."Don't worry about it. I have plenty more. Anyway, your favourite TV show has just started. You may wanna go and catch it before Cassey starts wondering where you are.""OK," said Tony. He rushed out the bathroom... only to pop his head back around. "Hey, Mum?""Yes, Tony?""Do you think it'll be OK if, well, I kept my arm this colour? I kinda like it."Beth smiled. "Of course you can. Just don't try to paint it yourself again, understand?""OK. Thanks, Mum. I love you." said Tony with a smile, then rushed downstairs to join his sister. Beth stood up and put the hairdryer away."I love you too, my son."