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[dishabille_mal]

Maldicta was chasing Olivia around the house. Admittedly, she was doing so rather languidly, since Olivia's crawl was hardly speedy. It wasn't especially coordinated, either, but Maladicta was sure this was just the girl's father coming through, and she would grow out of it quickly

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[dogbitesman]

William lowered his notes -- there was a lot going on recently, he might have to make the picture of Olivia a bit smaller -- and looked around, leaning slightly to see what was going on.

"Er... why?" he said. "What precisely is over there?"

[dishabille_mal]

"Your child," Maladicta said, tone dipping abruptly from innocuously request to sharply unimpressed.

Olivia gave a very quiet but very high pitched peal of amusement.

[dogbitesman]

"Well, obviously, I just wondered if there was something else," he said, dropping the notebook into the other chair and standing up, taking a few steps into the house. "Do I need to brace myself to change her? She's not injured, or you'd presumably be a lot more concerned."

[dishabille_mal]

"Would I have asked you over if there wasn't?" Maladicta countered, cocking her hip to one side. Olivia waved her hands toward her father's voice.

"It's not changing. Coward."