fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Night

Every time Tahiri thought King was tired enough to calm down for a little while, he got a second (or third or fourth or ninth or sixteenth) wind and was right back to being a chattery little bundle of limitless energy again. This really didn't surprise her in the slightest, because by all accounts she'd been just like that when she was close to his age. She did, however, feel a little more convinced that she really ought to send Kam and Tionne a huge gift basket for putting up with her all those years. Honestly, she'd have been upset with Ben for fleeing and leaving her with their son (that was never, never going to get less weird) if she didn't have such a good idea (which she wished she didn't) of why he'd run off.

And given that Hurley's possible future kid was here too, and Penelope was staying with them for the night, she wasn't going to keep them up all night with King's constant stream of questions and pleas to do something or other.

So a campout in the common room it was -- she'd even rigged up a makeshift tent by the couch and told King it was almost like how she'd grown up.

. . . and no, she wasn't going to teach him any more Tusken swear words.

Eventually, Tahiri thought as she sprawled out on the blankets and pillows inside the tent and listened to King provide his own sound effects while scrambling all over the furniture outside, he'd sleep, right? He had to.

[OOC: Establishy since I've been gone since afternoon and I'm about to crash, but feel free to tag in and join the sleepover. Heh.]