Loft above Luke's, Saturday morning

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was sleeping in, today, thank you very much. Unless his housemate woke him up to demand breakfast, he wasn't planning on being up until well into the afternoon. He'd woken up long enough to note that he wasn't feeling crazy horny for the first time in a week and decided that that deserved a nice, long morning off from doing anything remotely adult-like or responsible.

The plan was doomed, but he didn't know that yet. The couch was comfortable, Dean was running the diner, Momoko was . . . doing whatever she was doing this morning, and all was right with the world.

[ooc: for a particular child, but also open for other visitors, including and especially the one who arrived last night, should she care to ping.]

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[newlances.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes." Sin wrinkled her nose. "He likes baths. But he likes getting messy so he needs baths more. And he's always jumping off things!"

Gee, wonder who he got *that* from. "How old is Nommy?" A complicated question, this weekend.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

HELLO, AUNT DINAH. EVEN KAYLA KNEW THAT. BECAUSE RAPPELLING DOWN THE ESTATE, THAT WAS WHY.

"He's four!" Kayla said, wrinkling her nose. "Except there's a Nommy here who is all old and has a stupid beard."

[newlances.livejournal.com]

DON'T JUDGE HER, RAPPELLING DOWN THINGS GOT SIN OUT OF VIETNAM.

"A beard?" Ahahhhahaah! Sin was trying to picture that and almost hurting something. "Like Uncle Priestly?!"

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

BUT RAPPELLING DOWN WHERE LITTLE EYES CAN WATCH IS A BAD PLAN!

"Yeah! But not as cool as Unca Priestly's." Because, by definition, Unca Priestly was cooler than Nommy was. "His hair isn't any fun colors, neither."

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Well, that was pretty darn inarguable.

"We could tell him to dye his hair colors," Sin offered, smiling. "'Cause we know fashions. Where did he go?"