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needsaparrot ([personal profile] needsaparrot) wrote2007-04-30 01:05 am
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MCA#0, Sunday Night

You'd think two days of monster-hunting, junk-food-eating and playing Power Rangers would wear out a pretty small five year old, right?

Riiiiiight.
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[For wee!bedtime]
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[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Do I haaaaaave to?" Bridge says.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Kinda yeah. It's this whole thing where human-type people need sleep."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"But I got LOTS of sleep YESTERDAY," Bridge says petulantly. "Wasn't that enough?"
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Xander smothers a grin. "No, you have to sleep every day."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Whaifmnotsleepy?" Bridge says this all in a rush. Mostly in an attempt to stave off a yawn. It doesn't work.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm. Well, I have to sleep every day. And I'm sleepy. Maybe you should tell me a story so I can go to sleep."

Xander has the couch folded out and piles of pillows and blankets on it, because even if the circumstances aren't quite the same anymore, he remembers how things were when he was the one waking up from being little.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Kay," Bridge says, after thinking this over. "But you gotsa come sit next to me okay?" He scrambles up on the couch.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Xander agrees, sitting down and grabbing a blanket. And Notzilla.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
And Bridge shifts around till he's leaning against Xander. Ted the Giraffe is, of course, with him. "Once upon a time there was a g'raffe an' his best friend was a frog and they eated pancakes and cotton candies and went 'trolling for badmonsters..." Bridge trails off, blinking sleepily.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Did they find any?" Xander does a little blanket-rearranging so tha it covers both of them. Or rather, all four of them.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes and they fighted them in giant robots," Bridge continues. "And then they went home and had cookies but the frog was all tired cause it had been a long long day so he got ready for bed and then the g'raffe said night I love you and ..." Bridge doesn't actually finish the story because he's drifted off to sleep.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-04-30 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a good story," Xander says softly, tightening his arm around Bridge. "Night. I love you."
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