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| This... this is his "What are you doing up? I put you to bed!" look |
*Clickclickclickclick*
Oh, rats - did I remember to latch the door...
*nudge* *creak*
No. No I didn't.
*clickclickclick*
Judgmental stare from the Moose.
"Look, I get to go to the bathroom. What's more, I'm entitled to be alone when I do so."
Stare.
"Ok, ok... I'm coming..."
*clickclickclick* stand in the bathroom doorway staring until he's sure I'm actually standing up*
*flush*
*clickclickclick* down the hallway, turning his head every fourth step, just to make sure I'm coming.
Sliding into bed carefully, even though I know Roger can sleep through anything, including having a cat land on him from the window ledge.
"Well? Are you coming?"
Slightly plastic *clickclickclick* up the ramp, followed by a doxie walking up the entire length of my body, waiting for me to lift up the blanket slightly so that he can slip under it, and then stretching out along my back, followed shortly by dueling snores from my two guys.
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