What's wrong, babe? Ya look worried.
Hm? Oh, uh, just thinking about thanksgiving. That's coming up soon, isn't it? I'm not really sure how it works outside the base...
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What's wrong, babe? Ya look worried.
Hm? Oh, uh, just thinking about thanksgiving. That's coming up soon, isn't it? I'm not really sure how it works outside the base...
rocketjumpinghippie replied to your post:What kind of dragon would you be? Like a hoarder kind, a prince kidnapping dragon, a embodiment of doom and death kind, or some other kind I can't think of?
I say be the hoarding kind. We got plenty of room at the house and if either of us forget a birthday or anniversary we just grab a handful of gold and boom, instant gift.
*chuckle* We're already rich, hon. If I were to hoard anything, it'd be australium. Better me having it than that horrible old Gray.
*thoughtful now* I wonder how they're doing back home...
Robby! Robby! I had a dream where you drew mustaches on a bunch of kangaroos and they said you defiled the Prince Kanga so they kicked you in the gut and I woke up scared cause I thought you were still pregnant and you aren't... So how's your day been?
Roberta stared at Phil for a moment, not quite sure what to make of his dream. It was a rather silly thing, but then again, weren't the best ones like that?
"I'm fine, honey," she finally replied with a small chuckle, "Our babies are five weeks old, still alive, and your mother's moved in. We should celebrate with a nice, quiet evening out. I could use a break..."
"Robby,,, Robby, baby's cryin'. It's your turn" Said the man that had yet to even once leave his bed to check on the babies when they cried. Phil turned towards Roberta in their bed and nudged her "Go oooooon...."
Roberta grumbled. She didn't mind taking care of the twins, but Phil needed to pull his weight.
"Fiiiiine. I'll do it this time. Again. You've got all of next week, though."
Roberta, your daughter's beating me up already.
*feels a mix of amusement and sympathy* Come on, I'll hold her for a bit. How's Ben been doing?
*sweetly* Heeeeeey Mama, you doing ok?
I never thought I’d have to pop two of ‘em out at once! @_@
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"Hey, man." The Scout raised his fingers, waving at the Soldier briefly before setting his elbow on his shoulder and leaning on him. "So; where's the kitchen, where's the bathroom and where do I go to beat some heads in?"
♂ What cha think about me?
*The massive redhead doesn't look too pleased*
I don't approve of your... habits, but you're strong, and you're doing the right thing by my daughter. I will tolerate you as long as you keep doing so.