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[nolimon]

*Wakes up from his usual afternoon nap.*

*Decides he'll have to tell Meldy or someone about this Really Cool dream he just had.* :D

*grabs the side of his cot to get up and ends up tipping it over, because he's heavier than usual. But still has the unfortunate bowl-cut.*

ARRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!

((Bastian Barret Oliver.))

Comments

[ar_zimraphel]

*comes hurrying in soon after your nanny bodyguard*

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[man_heart]

The little chap! He's not little anymore!

[ar_zimraphel]

You don't say...

[man_heart]

Well NOW what am I going to do with my pushchair of death?

[ar_zimraphel]

The Feanorians might appreciate it?

[man_heart]

Now there's an idea. I could set up a franchise with that lot as customers.

[ar_zimraphel]

Yes. Well, Caranthire's probably the one to talk to seeing as she just had twins.

[man_heart]

I'll definately look into that! Profit to be had, what?

And I'll send someone out to get clothes for the boy there.

[ar_zimraphel]

I'll say. That family's minted!

*nods*

Yes. I'd recommend you get to it pretty swiftly.

[man_heart]

*Ker-ching!*

I'm on it.

*goes off on a pint-sized clothes hunt*

[nolimon]

Ammê, I fink I bwoke my cot...And I bid my dongue. :(

[ar_zimraphel]

. . .

*comes out of her daze*

Never mind the cot.

*comes over and drops down to your level*

Did you hurt your tongue badly?

[nolimon]

Dun fink tho. Ow.

*pulls his blanket over him*

[ar_zimraphel]

I think you've had a sudden growth spurt. And you need some new clothes too.

It's alright. This is pretty normal around here.

[nolimon]

It is? It feels weird. :\

*hugs*

[ar_zimraphel]

*hugs you close*

I know it must be weird, but I promise you, most kids here tend to grow up the same way.