06-17-2009, 11:39 AM
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Her little claws dug into his skin as she scrabbled into his lap, and he was surprised by their sharpness, wincing to himself. He kept a hand hovering above her back in case she lost her footing, rubbing between her shoulderblades when she had made it up onto his lap. A brow rose slightly; she told him she had awakened by herself. "Hmmm. Wow..." He smiled mildly, wondering with a bit of worry if she was having trouble sleeping for some other reason. At least she wasn't troubled by nightmares, he thought darkly. She was smiling a pretty smile—Kansas had trouble allowing his own issues to bother him as deeply as usual when his pups were happy.
He almost dropped the book as she lifted herself onto his knees; he shifted to hold it with one hand, placing the other onto her back for a moment to steady her. This was a book he hadn't read to them, one he'd just found the other day. "It's—" But before he could say, she had toppled toward the book and fallen to the floor, hitting her nose. He could have laughed because her fall was a result of her unwavering curiosity, but the soft squeak made him bite his tongue. Her eyes were full of pained tears. "Oh, Mata, it's okay," he said hesitantly. He still wasn't perfect in these situations. He lifted her carefully, licking her nose once. "There... there you go. Here," His legs stretched out in front of him, and he settled her above his knees, holding the book in front of her. "W-want me to read to you? This book is called 'The Yearling'..."
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Her little claws dug into his skin as she scrabbled into his lap, and he was surprised by their sharpness, wincing to himself. He kept a hand hovering above her back in case she lost her footing, rubbing between her shoulderblades when she had made it up onto his lap. A brow rose slightly; she told him she had awakened by herself. "Hmmm. Wow..." He smiled mildly, wondering with a bit of worry if she was having trouble sleeping for some other reason. At least she wasn't troubled by nightmares, he thought darkly. She was smiling a pretty smile—Kansas had trouble allowing his own issues to bother him as deeply as usual when his pups were happy.
He almost dropped the book as she lifted herself onto his knees; he shifted to hold it with one hand, placing the other onto her back for a moment to steady her. This was a book he hadn't read to them, one he'd just found the other day. "It's—" But before he could say, she had toppled toward the book and fallen to the floor, hitting her nose. He could have laughed because her fall was a result of her unwavering curiosity, but the soft squeak made him bite his tongue. Her eyes were full of pained tears. "Oh, Mata, it's okay," he said hesitantly. He still wasn't perfect in these situations. He lifted her carefully, licking her nose once. "There... there you go. Here," His legs stretched out in front of him, and he settled her above his knees, holding the book in front of her. "W-want me to read to you? This book is called 'The Yearling'..."
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