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[fononfailure]

[ Sitting in the dead center of an overstuffed, floofy sofa is quite possibly the single most oddball Luke you will ever have the pleasure to set eyes on. She's attired in the typical Wild Saber outfit, meaning no shirt, holding a notebook filled with neat writing in both hands, and there's a cheagle plush tucked under one arm while her baby is seated in her lap. Best of all, she's fast asleep and snoring loudly. Poke, prod, or otherwise harass the snoozing dreck? ]

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[fononfailure]

[ Pets Aidan's head, turning so Asch can see him. ]

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

How old is he?

[fononfailure]

A couple months.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

That's really little.

[fononfailure]

It is. He has a lot of growing to do.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

He'll still be cute and little, though, right?

[fononfailure]

Until he's no longer a baby.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

When will that be?

[fononfailure]

A couple years, maybe? I'm not sure.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

And then he'll stop being cute?

[fononfailure]

I don't think so. But he won't be so small.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

So he won't be holdable anymore.

[fononfailure]

Not as easy to hold, no. But I'll still be able to carry him.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

You will?

[fononfailure]

Sure. I've carried bigger kids before.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Could you even carry me?

[fononfailure]

If you wanted me to.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to right now, but it might be good sometime.