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[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ her daily routine started off as it usually did: crawling out of bed and plopping on the floor, letting out a little oof! at the impact. picking herself up, she makes her way to her bathroom in a hurry to do her business, throwing her hands up in the air when she scurries out into her room in a victory! fashion. after that she throws open her closet and drawers, rummaging around to pick out an outfit for the day.

pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pet her fat kitty catbert, telling him to be good while she goes to find daddy before zipping out of the room at top-speed.

says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.

& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing on stealing nomming down the cheese as quietly as possible, her previous mission long forgotten in the face of a cheesy-delicious breakfast. ]

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ adjusts a little to make it more comfortable, then tilts his head. ]

Hm. In a few more hours, perhaps.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Why does mommy sleep lots?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

She enjoys it.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Will I enjoy it more when I'm mommy's age?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, or perhaps not. People have differing tastes, even amongst members of the same family.

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[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Oooh...

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ suddenly makes her not-so-happy face. ]

Like Smelly.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ of course doesn't notice the expression: ]

Yes, like Nathan. And Damon as well, if you wish to compare.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

But uncle Damon likes good things, like ponies and bunnies. Smelly does not.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Nathan is more modern in his tastes.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

What does that mean?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

He has love for the technology of this century.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Like computers and cellphones and stuff?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ a nod. ]

And an excessive dependency on the internet.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ squeezes his arms a little. ]

The internet is fun, but not as fun as daddy is.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ smiling down at her. ]

Ah? And what does my little princess use the internet for?

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Youtube.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

You. . . tube?

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It's a place where funny people put up videos of their kitties and the silly things they do!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ starting to look a bit dazed. again. ]

You share videos across the internet. . .

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[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! There are lots and lots and lots of videos!

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

But sometimes there are scary things on Youtube. So don't look at those, daddy!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ blinks slowly. ]

Scary things?

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Marble Hornets.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ even blanker stare. ]

I will assume you are not speaking of hornets made of marble.