Dorm Lobby [Saturday Morning]

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Nights after dances, Chuck was getting way too used to not ending up in his own bed. He liked his roommate, but there were certain things he did not need to risk going into his room to witness.

He had learned from all that, just how uncomfortable the couches in this dorm were when you were as tall as he was. Really, really uncomfortable. After a few moves between couches during the night, he'd finally ended up on this one. Which still had him bent at an odd angle, but was somehow slightly better than the previous ones.

Mostly in that it actually allowed him to get some rest.

It was possibly the worst choice of couches to sleep on as far as placement went, but somehow he'd ended up there all the same.

[[ expecting a weetiny, and open becauuuse he is sleeping in the lobby like a dumbass. ]]

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Ella found her way into the castle pretty easy. It wasn't nearly as big as the Red Keep, and plus no one would yell at her for exploring, either!

She didn't have to go too far, though, to find her target. She meandered over to the couch to peer down at the sleeping form, and hissed, "Daddy? Daddy, wake up."

She was still working on actually managing to be quiet when she whispered.

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"Nngh."

The indoor voice was good. Great, even. Except thay Chuck could sleep through minor earthquakes. It was probably a useful skill to have as a parent.

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Ella gave a sigh, used to this behavior, and approached it how she usually did: she thew all of her little body into giving him a shove, hoping that'd wake him up. "Daddy!"

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Oh. Yeah, that'd do it.

"Bar the--" Wait. Not a zombie apocalypse, no. He should probably stop replaying Left 4 Dead. "What?" Slurred, but more appropriate than the first start.

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"Daddy!" exclaimed the little girl who'd woken him, looking fairly put out. "It's time to get up! Where's Mother?"

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Ow. His brain. This had happened more than once, and still it took him a while to get his head around it every time, leaving him blinking stupidly and rubbing his own forehead.

"Where's--" Mother. Right. "Does uh, mother have a name?"

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"She has lots of names," she replied, helpfully. "But everyone 'cept you calls her Daenerys." She didn't seem to have any pronunciation issues there. "Where is she? Can I have breakfast?"

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"You... yeah, you can have breakfast. Of course you can."

Weird. But less weird than the kid he'd had with Morgan that one time! He'd take it.

"Just. I should wake up. And... remember your name. Do you want to remind me of that?" Because he should probably know a name before dragging her up five floors to Dany.

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"Big name or little name?" she asked, with a practiced air. She frowned at him, reaching out to touch her little palm to his forehead. Not that she knew what she was doing, but Aunt Ellie did it to her when she wasn't feeling well, so. "Are you sick, Daddy?"

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"No more than normal," he joked, not hiding a (still somewhat dozy) smile. That was pretty cute, come on.

"Little name will do." After Dany's explanation of names in her world, he realised it could take a while to get through the other one.

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"Ella," she supplied easily. "How come you don't know?" Today was very odd.

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Before, Chuck had gone for a 'never mind, Daddy's a moron' approach. But Rhaella seemed a tad smarter than the Morgan-child. "You think I look a little different to me back home?"

"I'm a little younger, and wasn't exactly expecting you today." He should have, but perhaps next time he'd be more prepared.

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Ella looked puzzled as she processed this, then wondered, "Will Mother be young and confused when we find her, too? Is Aunt Ellie here? Or Morgan or Ser Jorah?"

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"Your mom, yes young and probably confused. We'll go find her. The rest... They're all at home." Presumably.

"And then once we find Da-" Wait. "Uh, mom. Then breakfast. You like pancakes? I bet you like pancakes." What little kid didn't?

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"Pancakes!" she squealed, gleefully bouncing at the very prospect before reaching for Chuck's hand. "Let's get Mother. She likes pancakes too and she'll be upset if we don't let her have some." She dropped her voice to a whisper and added, "I might not get to ride Drogon again and she promised I could if I was good."

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They let their tiny child ride dragons. Chuck was in no way going to think about how dangerous that was.

"That might be a little tough, tiny one," he told her, sitting up and attempting to even out some kinks in his back. "He's smaller than you right now."