[The video switches on pointed at the Master's bed. Nothing jostling it, no real reason. Bastard thing. There is a huddled shape in the bed, which actually turns out to be a little girl.
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[Action || Early Morning]mghtbconcussedMay 15 2010, 16:49:41 UTC
Like it or not, the Master has a tiny Lucy curled up and snuggling most of the night. At least she doesn't thrash around and kick but she does wake up; Saturday morning cartoons and cereal! It's a tradition. Or at least it was when Lucy was five years old
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Re: [Action || Early Morning]neverendingbeatMay 16 2010, 19:10:31 UTC
"Hm?" says the Master, waking up more properly and scrubbing his hands across his eyes as he opens them. Little Lucy talks a lot, so honestly, she hasn't changed much. Aaaand she's right in his face.
He reaches up to gently nudge her away as he sits up against the headboard of the bed. "No, you're not kidnapped. I'm your sitter for the day." Apparently. "This is a flat, not a hotel room. It's something like a smaller house. Or, rather, it's an apartment. And lastly, I'm not 'Mister', I'm either Mister Master, or Harry." He smiles amiably at her. "There you are: not a stranger anymore. What would you like for breakfast?"
Re: [Action || Early Morning]mghtbconcussedMay 16 2010, 22:17:37 UTC
Well no, she's still Lucy even at five and in support of that it doesn't bother her when he nudges her out of his face. She giggles, loosening her hold on the cricket bat.
"Mister Master sounds funny. I like it."
She drops the cricket bat on the bed and gets to her feet, bouncing on the bed as she does.
"Lucky Charms. Just the marshmallows please and can we watch cartoons?"
Re: [Action || Early Morning]neverendingbeatMay 16 2010, 23:09:01 UTC
"Good," he says, already quite alert. Then he remembers his promise. "And what would you prefer to be called?"
Flattening his hair a bit with his hands, trying to stop it from sticking up in tufts everywhere, he thinks about the situation. He'll have to go out and get the cereal. So he'd best get dressed. He swings his legs around to sit off the edge of the bed.
"They really should make that cereal entirely out of marshmallows," he says. "I'll have to buy some. Can your breakfast wait until then?"
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He reaches up to gently nudge her away as he sits up against the headboard of the bed. "No, you're not kidnapped. I'm your sitter for the day." Apparently. "This is a flat, not a hotel room. It's something like a smaller house. Or, rather, it's an apartment. And lastly, I'm not 'Mister', I'm either Mister Master, or Harry." He smiles amiably at her. "There you are: not a stranger anymore. What would you like for breakfast?"
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"Mister Master sounds funny. I like it."
She drops the cricket bat on the bed and gets to her feet, bouncing on the bed as she does.
"Lucky Charms. Just the marshmallows please and can we watch cartoons?"
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Flattening his hair a bit with his hands, trying to stop it from sticking up in tufts everywhere, he thinks about the situation. He'll have to go out and get the cereal. So he'd best get dressed. He swings his legs around to sit off the edge of the bed.
"They really should make that cereal entirely out of marshmallows," he says. "I'll have to buy some. Can your breakfast wait until then?"
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The little girl is generally my girlfriend, and I'm not doing anything except looking after her until she's back to normal.
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