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[oh_wowee]

Toki's sprawled on the couch, inasmuch as he ever truly sprawls. He's mostly covered by a blanket and is reading another comic book, with a bowl of candy within reach and a mug of hot chocolate chilling on a nearby table. There's an addition to his hair, a braid with a red, naturally warm bead at the end. He wasn't going to take it out for a very,

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[dats_dildoes]

It wasn't much longer before he got a good case of Death From Above by way of Pompeii jumping down from the back of the couch with a hiss and a whistle, climbing Mount Toki to wave the princess doll at him, chirruping his own hello and then a squeakier one, apparently for the doll.

"He is have bees do that all day." Came the rather disgruntled voice from the other side of the couch, "I thinks is because he is maybe watch too much of de cartoons."

[oh_wowee]

"Is not my faults dat he likes cartoons. He's jus' a baby, you knows." Toki sighed, setting down his magazine of horror monsters and buxom babes to pet the critter.

"And is not my faults dat you lets him watch dem. I keeps him out of de rooms when I watches cartoon shows."

[dats_dildoes]

There was an eyeroll at that, and a sigh, "Ja, but only because he's is never leaves me alone for sleepings time if he's is watch whatsever de fug#s medicinals hopspittle dramas Nat'ans is have on, or de natures documentsdaries."

[oh_wowee]

The younger guitarist shook his head, "Don't lets him watch teevees, dat's how I dos it." And this is why Skwisgaar got the better treatment and a more docile dragon, instead of the snarling cur which was currently making a nest of the shredded comic book, in the middle of the candy bowl.

"He hates me."