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[lasgal]

*Looks on in wonderment at the House of Caranthire invasion that's just taken place.*

*REALLY wishes his Ada would hurry up and get better so he doesn't have to (a) live on the ground and (b) have to live in close proximity to her.*

*scowls* Wannagohome. Wanna get back up da tree, LIKE NORMAL. :|

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[maglor_harper]

Wannagohome.

We all do Lindo. Just be patient, okay?

[lasgal]

*Notices a look o' angst on your face*

Woss wrong? Ada need dugs?

[maglor_harper]

*shakes his head* No boy, I don't need anything. I'm fine, really. You were playing with your crayons earlier, why don't you go and finish that picture hm? And try not to get into any fights with Miril.

[lasgal]

Mmkay.

*wanders off to find his grandfather, secure in his opinion that his Ada need dugs.*

[cunafinwe]

*is currently being fussed over by his grandfather and shown how to write his name*

[lasgal]

*Pads over, sucking his thumb, looking pensive.*

*takes his thumb out of his mouth*

Daerada, where're the dugs?

*puts his thumb back in and looks up expectantly*

[cunafinwe]

Dugs? What're dugs? Do you mean dogs?

[lasgal]

Noooo dugs. They're like sweeties fer grown-ups that make 'em feel better.

[cunafinwe]

:o

Candy that makes you feel better? I WANT SOME!!!! :D

[lasgal]

I think you'd need a note from your Ada or sumthin.' They keep 'em in speshul bottles.

[lord_feanor]

*groans quietly*

Cúnafinwë dear lord that girl took my father's name in vain in your case, No.

Lasgal, your father had his medication three hours ago and that means he's not to have any more for another hour at least.

[cunafinwe]

*sighs*

Yes, Daerada.

[lasgal]

But he's all mopey. >:(

[lord_feanor]

I'm sure he is, but that's an unfortunate fact of life right now. You'll have to find another way of making him cheer up.

[lasgal]

*Pouts*

*Plonks down on the floor.*

*half-heartedly scribbles on some paper with a crayon.*

[cunafinwe]

Whatcha drawing?

*hops down off Feanor's lap and wanders over to you*