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[shearly]

I really shouldn't be this nervous.

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[dragonfondler]

Off to bed with the little love already?

[shearly]

No, not quite yet. I'm just going to fetch a glass of milk for her.

[dragonfondler]

We'll have to go to the store tomorrow. Hardly any milk left after we attacked your birthday cake.

[shearly]

We're nearly out of quite a few things, I think.

Did I thank you for my present?

[dragonfondler]

I can't say I disagree with that. Falling asleep on your Dad's lap is a classic sign that bedtime is near.

[shearly]

She's not fully asleep. I can tell by the way she's breathing.

[dragonfondler]

Shane Anderson, you lazy blighter.

[shearly]

I'm rather comfortable where I am, thank you very much.

[dragonfondler]

I mightn't mind falling asleep on his lap, myself.

[shearly]

Quiet, you.

[dragonfondler]

You can only use her as a little lap shield for so long, you must know.

[shearly]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get us alone so that you could sully my virtue even moreso than you did this morning.

[dragonfondler]

Go on and put her down, love, then maybe you can come clean with whatever's rocking your boat on such an excellent Saturday night.

[shearly]

There's nothing to come clean about. I've no idea what you're talking about.

[dragonfondler]

You've been a fidgeting mess all day, and I know it's more than fear of old age creeping up on your fetching behind.

[shearly]

I've just got a lot on my mind. Nothing to worry about.