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[ooc; I know I've still got things to tag, and I'm about to head to work and you are probably doing a million things today, but if you have time, tag! Love you!]The day had started off like any other lazy Sunday, waking up early with kisses and sweet touches before falling back asleep for another few hours, a late breakfast served in bed and a

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[holdon_together]

And Leif, in his typical eloquent early-morning-Danish fashion, cocooned up in his usual Sunday shroud of every blanket in the house, rolls over and blinks sleepily up at his husband, then remarks, matter-of-factly, "Mmmmfgah. Nnnkk?"

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Adler laughs but keeps his distance, leaning against the doorframe, he has a persuasive, adorable, warm husband and he's not about to chance being late. "I'm not going any closer to you. I know what will happen if I do....we are leaving in forty--make that thirty eight minutes. I'll throw you over my shoulder if I have to!"

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Have a heavy, heavy sigh from your adorable, warm, comfortable husband, who is reluctantly emerging from his blanket cocoon. "You realize this is a very very tempting prospect, min skat," he mumbles, stretching luxuriously. He's in his usual Sunday-morning ensemble: absolutely nothing. But he'll stand up and drape a blanket around his shoulders, holding his arms out and saying blissfully, "I am now a flutterby. Excuse me, I need pants."

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"If you are a...flutterby, I think that makes me a caterpillar, or at least it makes my eyebrows caterpillars, the rest of me I'm not sure about." Adler moves out of the way, only giving himself a brief amount of time to ogle, there will be more of that later, he can't quite help himself though when he slaps Leif's ass hard before rushing from the room. "Pick something warm!"

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"You are older, though. You can be a big fluffy flutterby." Leif lets out a little yelp, swatting at Adler too late, because he's already made an escape. "Rude."

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It's clear from the hysterical laughter coming from the hallway as Adler runs away, that he may be older in age but isn't in maturity. He makes his way into the living room and plops down on the couch where Chewie and Gogol are curled up in each other. He'd usually join in but doesn't want to get his nice outfit hairy so he settles on resting a hand on Chewie's back and hums happily until Leif is finished.

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You've officially been demoted from flutterby status back to caterpillar, you picture of maturity. Leif will come flouncing out in a little, wearing his puffiest coat that reaches nearly to his knees and otherwise obscures what else he's wearing. "Budge over." There might be a Magnus-kitty hiding in the depths of his sleeves.

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Adler raises an eyebrow but doesn't move, really makes no sign of moving at all, he just eyes the moving spot of Leif's coat delicately and smiles. "We should go....but I think you have a stow-away."

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Leif sniffs loftily, settling on the couch next to Adler, with the poof of his coat practically swallowing his husband up. "Perhaps I am simply happy to see you." But he'll fish around and pluck out the sleepy Magnus, who promptly shows his appreciation of being displaced by yawning widely at Adler.

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"I didn't think you were that happy with me at the moment..waking you up and getting you out of bed..the butt smack." It's said with a mostly teasing tone but his eyes stray towards Magnus, patting his sleepy head before standing and straightening his own outfit and moving to the coat rack to bundle up. "Ready?"

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"I am always that happy to see you. Even when I am not strictly happy with you. And the derriere wallop only helped." Leif plants a smooch on his sleepy and annoyed kitty's head, then sets him down. "Yeee-ess? But it is not my birthday."

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"Flatterer. I'll keep that in mind for later." He is still avidly avoiding Leif's eyes and body. This is a no touching zone for now, Leafy. They have a penchant for being late and that simply will not work for this plan. "I'm hurt that you think I would only appreciate you like this on your birthday. Everyday with you is one worth celebrating...now come on. Move your beautiful tush."

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"Yes please. It is one pastime we both enjoy." Have a bit of a scowl, Adler, and a half-serious attempt to pounce and cuddle. "We usually have other ways of celebrating. Did you buy me a pony?" This last query is accompanied by some hip-wiggling. Tush = moved.

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Adler jumps back, narrowly avoiding Leif's cuddle attack and glares, though it's obvious he's hiding a smile. "You are really fighting me for trying to do something nice for you? Most couples would kill for this. Go get in the car...and then close your eyes." He finishes with a point toward the door but the command doesn't hold much weight, it's clearly a request, nearly a pleading one. As an afterthought, he adds a small, regrettable. "...It's not a pony."

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Leif wobbles a little, then shoots Adler a pathetically woeful look. "I'm nooot. I'm just curious and sleepy and I love yoooou." With another pout, though, he'll blow Adler a kiss and skip off toward the door, calling over his shoulder -- "Not to worry, ponies are scary."

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With Leif finally moving towards the door, Adler exhales a sigh of relief and double checks the time before giving Freja the normal "you're in charge" speech and locks up. He jogs down the drive just as Leif is getting into the taxi and gives his butt another pat, though this one is decidedly friendlier, possibly boarding on groping(as much as he can with that puffy jacket Leif is in), and presses a kiss to Leif's shoulder. "I love you too, and I think you'll enjoy this, hopefully. Just, trust me."