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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 7:22 am
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Moana darted once more just out of her mother's grasp, giggling and twirling about gracefully in the water, thrilled with the latest installment of the lifelong game, Drive Mom Crazy. It was fun, as long as Mom was playing along, but once she got frustrated with the kids, it stopped being nearly as fun anymore. At that point, Moana giggled once more, then dove to snuggle into the nest of her mother's hair.
Hovering awkwardly outside the residence, the Captain of the Guard found himself in the rare position of being confused as to what to do. Should he just go in? No, that's rude. But he had said he would be coming. But he should really knock first. What in the seven seas was he doing here anyway?
Oh yeah, he'd gotten drunk and ended up creating a swarm of kids with a stranger. Oh good, glad he hadn't forgotten about that or anything.
Frowning, he shook off the train of thought, and looked back to the residence, still pondering his next move when there was a sudden crash from inside. Without thinking, he darted towards the door and inside, eyes wide and his senses on high alert as he scanned the inside of the house. "What was that? Is everyone alright?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 2:06 pm
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Kelebek looks up as Turin darts in the house. Instantly she goes all googly-eyed. Gods and little fishes, he is so handsome! She nearly forgets about the vase she'd knocked over. Why did she even bother keeping breakable things in the house? Between her and her rowdy children nothing ever stayed whole for long.
"Y-yes," she stammers, blushing. "Everyone's fine. Children," she says, calling to them. "Moana, Toli, Zoran! Come here please! Moana darling, please get out of my hair!" she says, gently extricating her giggling daughter from her wavy pink locks. "Say hello," she says gently as they dutifully line up." She smiles her best, most attractive smile at Turin.
"Hi!" exclaims Toli. He'd turned from a shy toddler to a gregarious little child. "Who're you?"
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