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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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[prideofking.livejournal.com]

My thanks. I can do no wrong with your approval.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Because I am the champion?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ hugs her closer to his chest. ]

Indeed.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ is content with that for now, up until she notices the book on the side-table and tries to get a look at the cover. ]

Daddy, what were you reading?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ leans back & tilts to glance at the book, then down at alyssa: ]

Nothing that may be of interest to you, I'm afraid.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Does it have pictures in it?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Has none, unfortunately.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

It has lots and lots of words in it, then... I wonder if I can understand them all.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

You will be able to, with practice and patience.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

I should study harder, then! So I can read all the books daddy has.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

No. Go at your own pace, little princess.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

But I wanna get smarter, 'cause daddy is the smartest. If I get smarter, then I'll understand daddy more and more. Then daddy and I can read the same books together!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

There is still no need to rush. I am willing to wait as long as you require.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

Even if I take a long long time?

[prideofking.livejournal.com]

[ another kiss to the head. ]

Of course.

1/2

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ just this face and a happy wiggle in reply. ]

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ sits up straight again, picking up a pink crayon. raises it up high. ]

I think I am going to draw more! Inspiration has struck!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ loosens his grip on her so that she can comfortably lean forward to draw. ]

Oh?

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ nods firmly, scribbling on a blank spot of the page they were previously using. ]

Yes, of a unicorn. Maybe a princess, too.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

No prince?

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

The prince will come later. He'll have a bunny named Roger.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ quirks an eyebrow. ]

Would this be a reference to a story you may have read?

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[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head, picking up a yellow crayon to use that. ]

I just made it up.

[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

What should I name the unicorn?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

After one of Damon's horses, perhaps?