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I think I need a new tag. "Sam and Hannah Hijinks."
Anyhow. Not really a story, just a scenelet post house-finishing and moving.
Hm. Maybe I should start a "scenelet" story on AO3 for bits like this.
Sam staggered blearily to the corner shelf where he’d put the ready-made bottles-damned if he was going to try to make a new bottle with Marianne screaming in his ear and half the spoons still packed. He pried one loose with one hand, trying to jiggle Marianne into a calmer frame of mind with the other, and somehow, despite his drowsiness, still had the brainpower to notice a dark shadow in the sink.
“Pixie, get out of there,” he ordered, and threw the nearest dishtowel at her, earning a disgruntled meow.
Back upstairs he went, stubbing his toes on just about every riser-and what the hell had they been thinking with this two-story abomination? It wasn’t like they hadn’t had room to build something nice and sprawling and single-storied. “Isn’t she supposed to be sleeping through the night by now?” he demanded, and stubbed another toe on the box currently serving as his nightstand. Tomorrow, he was going to buy better light bulbs. He’d used brighter candles than this thing.
God, he needed to sit down. And get some sleep.
“Maybe she had a bad- Sam! Watch it!”
The warning was an instant too late, as an insulted feline yowl came from somewhere under his ass a second before he hit the mattress and a black streak zipped across the room. Pixie landed on top of a stack of boxes near the window and actually hissed at him.
“Back at you,” he muttered.
“Oh, you love her and you know it,” Hannah said, getting the nipple on the bottle and giving it to Marianne, who-finally-quieted down.
“I find her a convenient poltergeist detector,” Sam said sourly, “and when she stops earning her keep....”
“Hey, now. My cat.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He leaned back against the headboard. Marianne was already halfway back to sleep, just the way he’d expected. Hopefully, he could do the same soon. And hopefully Hannah wouldn’t take any more “cute” pictures of him and Marianne and the cats asleep in a pile-
“Shit!”
Marianne screamed again, and this time, Hannah yelped too-and then whacked him on the arm. “Dammit, Sam, we were almost all back asleep! What the-”
He shoved Marianne at her. “We only have one cat!” he shouted, and headed downstairs.
Anyhow. Not really a story, just a scenelet post house-finishing and moving.
Hm. Maybe I should start a "scenelet" story on AO3 for bits like this.
Sam staggered blearily to the corner shelf where he’d put the ready-made bottles-damned if he was going to try to make a new bottle with Marianne screaming in his ear and half the spoons still packed. He pried one loose with one hand, trying to jiggle Marianne into a calmer frame of mind with the other, and somehow, despite his drowsiness, still had the brainpower to notice a dark shadow in the sink.
“Pixie, get out of there,” he ordered, and threw the nearest dishtowel at her, earning a disgruntled meow.
Back upstairs he went, stubbing his toes on just about every riser-and what the hell had they been thinking with this two-story abomination? It wasn’t like they hadn’t had room to build something nice and sprawling and single-storied. “Isn’t she supposed to be sleeping through the night by now?” he demanded, and stubbed another toe on the box currently serving as his nightstand. Tomorrow, he was going to buy better light bulbs. He’d used brighter candles than this thing.
God, he needed to sit down. And get some sleep.
“Maybe she had a bad- Sam! Watch it!”
The warning was an instant too late, as an insulted feline yowl came from somewhere under his ass a second before he hit the mattress and a black streak zipped across the room. Pixie landed on top of a stack of boxes near the window and actually hissed at him.
“Back at you,” he muttered.
“Oh, you love her and you know it,” Hannah said, getting the nipple on the bottle and giving it to Marianne, who-finally-quieted down.
“I find her a convenient poltergeist detector,” Sam said sourly, “and when she stops earning her keep....”
“Hey, now. My cat.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He leaned back against the headboard. Marianne was already halfway back to sleep, just the way he’d expected. Hopefully, he could do the same soon. And hopefully Hannah wouldn’t take any more “cute” pictures of him and Marianne and the cats asleep in a pile-
“Shit!”
Marianne screamed again, and this time, Hannah yelped too-and then whacked him on the arm. “Dammit, Sam, we were almost all back asleep! What the-”
He shoved Marianne at her. “We only have one cat!” he shouted, and headed downstairs.