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It is Cold outside.

There's a figure standing by a gaily painted swing outside. He's smoking. Gloveless. And hatless. And coatless.

Somebody really ought to tell Roland to put his coat on. Somebody who can tell him what's what without getting glared at.

Date: 2005-12-16 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Sunny would think it silly not to wear those things, but she has Very Nice gloves. And a nifty coat.

She's pulled it on, and is babbling quietly to herself as she skips towards her swing, poor Hiss in her arms.

The babble may involve things like, "An' FEN, Hiss, we lead glowious wevolution an' take ovew bar wif spawklies. Bwilliant plan. Am genius."

(Sunny cannot go outside by herself. So she goes with Hiss. Thus, she is not by herself. This is logic!)

Date: 2005-12-16 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Sunny is not so much with the observing, sadly.

Unless she really wants to be, and then you can't sneak ANYTHING past her.

There is snow.

So obviously, snowballs must be made.

She's not very good at this, and they fall apart when she throws them up in the air, flakes showering down on her and her demon bunny, and she laughs cause she doesn't care.

Crunch crunch crunch goes the snow under her tiny boots--NEW BOOTS, FOR WINTER--as she heads towards the swing.

And stops, cause Someone is already there.

And stares, with Hiss hopping ahead of her.

Date: 2005-12-16 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Sunny goes ..........:O!

Big gaping O of a mouth.

(She has many teeth now, and this shows them off nicely.)

And then does the only thing she can.

Runs foreward and kicks him as hard as she can in the shin before throwing herself at his lap, arms tight around him.

Date: 2005-12-16 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Yes." Firmly, her voice muffled from his shirt. "Vewy nec'sawy. No guawantee Kooshball o' 'Lain wemembewed to kick 'oo fo' me."

Nope, not loosening her grip.

"Missed 'oo."

Date: 2005-12-16 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Big giwl." She nods, and unburies her face enough to look up at him. "...You no grown," she concludes, and then eyes him. "Where coat, Rolan'?"

She sounds disturbingly like a little blonde grandmother.

Date: 2005-12-16 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Tap tap tap goes the foot.

The look is Disapproving.

"...Sunny will make 'oo new one. Will need!" She tugs at his hand a little. "Can borrow one of Ber'd's til then."

Sunny has no idea how to make a coat. But she's sure she'd be excellent at coat making.

Ber'd would be glad to know she's so generous with his belongings.

Date: 2005-12-16 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"...Snow." Duh, says her tone.

Silly Roland.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Oh." She gives him a look that implies she doubts his sanity, but is too busy attempting to make his lap into a throne to put much effort into it.

And then gasps. "No haf Kwimas pwesent weady fo 'oo!"

Date: 2005-12-16 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She considers this, curling back against his chest. "Guess so...Could give you haiw wibbons?" she offers.

SUNNY thinks they're a GREAT present.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
Susannah might like them!

"Look bettew on me anyway," she decides. "Welcome!"

She's grinning from ear to ear. "Rolan' came back."

Date: 2005-12-16 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com







"Don't like that," she says finally.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She's frowning, and then turns around and hugs him.

"Can share Sunny's room. Hiss can live in closet! You have Hiss bed!"

Date: 2005-12-16 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
She frowns again. "...No fink Ber'd would fw-fw-thweaten to skin 'oo an' make 'oo into a fwow fo' me."

Date: 2005-12-16 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Wouldn't be pwetty, anyway," she grins cheekily.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
:O!

"Can wowk wondews!" she protests.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Nevew too late fo' Sunny skills," bravely, giggling.

Date: 2005-12-16 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"...Really fun fo' me?"

Date: 2005-12-16 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talented-biter.livejournal.com
"Not as fun," she sighs. "Hiss fights back." But she obviously forgives Roland denying her her fun, as she hugs him more tightly.

"Rolan'? Glad 'oo came back. Even if 'oo leave 'gain."

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