For Brian v 2.0

[goingtodorking]

It's been a long day. They did some colouring and Brian read her a book, and then she'd needed the toilet about a million times, and then she dressed up, and now she's lying on the settee and she's really tired and she's kind of grumpy. She strokes Puffin's head and he tries to bite her fingers.

Karen frowns at him.

"No, Puffin! Bad!"

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[queer_as_brian]

Brian was a little tired, too; tired of spending his whole day with a five year old. Even a precocious one like Karen. The menagerie didn't help, either. Brian had never been a pet person.

He glanced over at her yell and realized she was probably going to need to go to bed soon. She seemed cranky. "Hey, Karen. You tired? We can go lay down in my bed together. It's really big."

[goingtodorking]

With her hand firmly on Puffin's head to stop him biting her, she tilted her head back to look at Brian. It wasn't the same as lying in Rollie or Shadow's bed when she had nightmares, but she still couldn't go anywhere. So Brian would have to do.

"Okay."

[queer_as_brian]

"Okay. Do you have PJs or something?" he asked, eyeing the furry whatever the fuck it was next to her warily. If she thought some animal was sharing his bed, he was going to have to educate her and fast.

[goingtodorking]

"I do, but they're at home," says Karen, thoughtfully, her head resting against Brian's thigh. "I can sleep in my t-shirt and my pants, though. I sometimes do that at home when it's hot."