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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 9:26 pm
Silas did not so much moved as he was removed from his squishy bed of infant flesh.
"NAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
"Thank'yehno," Jesse replied, as if it was all one word, "I think 'e just hasn't...yenno. Seen 'em enough. Livin' wit' thirty-someodd men n' alls." And then Silas began wailing, desperately wanting his hug machine back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 10:26 pm
"Lovely," Nat said dryly, arms still wrapped protectively over her small but still highly personal bits of anatomy. "If you pull that move on me I'm sure you'll provide a better excuse."
Deprived of companionship, Fiore made a curious kind of sniffling sound, eyes welling up. He was a quiet crier, not resorting to whining screams but reaching out and grabbing with blatant distress.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:55 am
"I prolly wouldn'," Jesse said honestly, and then added, "Real sorry 'bout that." He was going to address the woman by name, but then remembered that, hey, he couldn't recall it.
And then he saw the sniffling baby. God damn infants and their cuteness. They were the real masterminds. Who could resist such a thing?
Sy burbled happily as he was once more placed atop his Fo.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:26 pm
"Not much to grab hold of anyway," Nat said, dismissing the issue, though she maintained her healthy distance. "No big deal."
With a screech that clearly indicated how much he'd missed Sy in the past sixty seconds, Fiore clung to him firmly and glared reproachfully at the one-eyed man who'd so unkindly taken him away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 5:22 pm
"Mm," Jesse said, which was neither an affirmative nor a negative. Or even a word, really. He relaxed again and laced his arms around the back of the bench.
Silas hugged his Fo back, rubbing his round cheeks against the other infant's chest.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 5:29 pm
Nat resorted to picking her teeth again, trying hard to get what she theorized was a piece of skin out from between serrated edges.
Giggling again, Fiore blew happy spit bubbles, dribbling over himself again.
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