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[dracolicious]

I came to the realization that it was my responsibility as a father to manufacture an opportunity for The King to spend time with his new little friend, seeing as my decision to teach the next generation at home rather spells disaster for him ever finding local friends his own age. Since I was feeling both benevolent and energetic courtesy of a

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[boywholives]

The sooner they get clean and in bed, the sooner we can relax in a hot bath.

[dracolicious]

And then on a soft mattress?

Tell me again why you allowed me to set up something so . . . evil. And at the last minute, too. Shame on you.

[boywholives]

Because you're so cute when you're in full-on organiser mode.

[dracolicious]

And the price for that cuteness is this. I hope you're satisfied.

[boywholives]

If "this" means you being as limp as a rag doll and completely at my mercy...okay.

[dracolicious]

Participation is overrated.

[boywholives]

Just going to lie back and think of England, hmm?

[dracolicious]

England, and corned beef. And candy floss. And sleep.

[boywholives]

Actually, I vote we spare ourselves the additional exertion and just go straight to sleep after our bath.

[dracolicious]

Really.

[boywholives]

God we're pathetic.

[dracolicious]

Welcome to old age, Potter.

[boywholives]

Speak for yourself.

[dracolicious]

You will know my pain two months from now, when you reach my current age. Of course, by then I will have succumbed to advanced dementia and will be unable to enjoy watching you shuffle around like Dumbledore when his arthritis is flaring up.

[boywholives]

Any birthday requests?

[dracolicious]

Endless desserts and something kinky and inventive involving trees and possibly whipped cream. You know me well enough to fill in the blanks.