Little bumble bee - Reader x child!Mituna - Part 2

“Hey Mituna?
“Yeah?”
“You want to play a game?”
“Thure!”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and gesture for him to climb onto your back. He happily obliges and positions himself, wrapped around you and holding on tight. “What’re we playing?” He leans around and gives you a small frown. “I’m taking you for a ride, ‘Tuna.” He pauses for a second before grinning at you and bouncing up and down on your back. “Let’th go! Go, go, go!”

You smile as you take off running towards your house. It wasn’t that far away, but for the sake of the game you decided to go through the skate park, which you knew would be empty at this time of day.  After all, it was almost time for dinner and you, being a regular visitor to said skate park had memorized the times that most people came and left.

There were steps up ahead, leading down towards the skate park. You had an idea. Usually, you would do this every time you actually had your skateboard on you, but you didn’t right now so you’d just have to make it work.
You jog up to the railings, trying to time this correctly. And in 3… 2… 1… You jump onto the railing, landing in a sitting position and somehow managing to remain balanced on the thin metal rail. You slide down the handrail, going fast enough but not too fast. If you went any faster you’d probably fall off when you reached the end. That wouldn’t be very good for the little kid on your back.

Speaking of Mituna, he was laughing his head off at this. His brown hair is being pushed back by the wind, revealing bright eyes and a cute fanged grin. The wings on his costume moved around, the wind blowing them around everywhere.

At the bottom of the railing you leap off, landing firmly on the pavement. You stand there for a few minutes, catching your breath and smiling. After a moment of silence, an excited voice comes from your back. “Again. Again, again, again!” Mituna starts bouncing up and down again and you turn to look at him. His hair is now sticking out at odd angles. Well… Angles that are different to how his hair originally was. His costume was rumpled, probably from holding onto your back that whole time. You can’t help but giggle at him. He’s such an adorable little kid.

“(_Name_)!” He whines, repositioning himself on your back as you stand still, waiting for him to stop shuffling around. “What?” You whine in a teasing manner. This earns a small giggle from him as he leans forward, burying his head in your shoulder. “You’re awethome. You’re gonna be my big thith now.”

What.