Prom was, in Jim's mind, great.

Not that Jim's mind was exactly conscious at the moment.

Mmm, sleep . . . with Lana . . . good . . .

What could go wrong now?

[[For sproglet and sproglet!mom and maybe a certain bouncy guide.]]

Jim was startled out of sleep but what was starting to become familiar. Lana thrashed against him, her face twisted in fear, and he swore softly. He gathered her against his chest, wincing as she struck out particularly hard, and started doing all the soothing things he wasn't really good at and still felt rather awkward about, like stroking her ( Read more... )