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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta was sprawled across her and William's bed, on her stomach. Olivia was lying on her back beside her and squealing quietly when Shenlong would stick his nose into the arch of one tiny foot or the other. The wolf's ears would tick one way, then the other, and sit back while the baby flailed. Then, once she'd calmed, he'd go back to giving

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[dogbitesman]

"I'm trying to imagine it," William said, shutting the door on the rain as he entered the room, peeling off a coat that now seemed as if it had been woven out of water and then had cloth dribbled on it, rather than the other way around. "It's a difficult process, but rewarding."

[dishabille_mal]

"If the first step is imagining me naked, it'd better be," she murmured wryly, glancing at him over her shoulder as he came in.

"Did you know if you poke her nose she goes cross eyed?" Maladicta asked, gently pushing Shenlong's nose away. This wasn't entirely necessary, as Shenlong had wheeled about to do the loyal-dog thing and go greet William.

She reached over, smooth Olivia's hair a little, then pulled her hand back and folded all of her fingers but the index down, and slowly dropped her fingertip to Olivia's nose. The baby tried to follow it, going cross-eyed in the process, then took a swipe at it and laughed. Maladicta snickered.

[dogbitesman]

"I'm fairly certain that still works on Rupert, actually, it's just the swipe is less playful," he said, hanging up his coat and watching warily if its waterladen weight was going to dislodge the coatrack of antlers. "Er, that's not going to damage her vision, is it? Her eyes aren't going to get... stuck?"

Wel, when he said it out loud it just seemed sort of ridiculous and paranoid.

[dishabille_mal]

"Darling, don't you think that's just a bit ridiculous and paranoid?" Maladicta drawled, sitting up and leaning over Olivia, hair dangling just in reach of grabby baby hands, which did exactly as they were made to do, although not with the same vigor as they had been doing earlier.

"Are you getting tired?" she asked her daughter. "Yeah? Getting to that seventeenth hour downswing are we? Hah."

Maladicta lifted her head to look at William and her eyebrows crawled upward.

"...Gods, you're soaked completely through."