4th floor common room, Late Sunday night

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair stomped down the hall from his room, carrying Tributary and shaking popcorn from his hair. "I'm so sorry, Trib. She's just a very strange lady."

Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."

"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."

[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]

Comments

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"Thanks! Dad doesn't like it when I make good points." He grins.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"That might be fairly common in parents."

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"He says I make him look bad when I think of something he shoulda."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Nonsense, it means he's raising you right."

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"I'll make sure to mention that. To both of 'em." He laughed in what would grow up to be an evil laugh, one day.