call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-03-31 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, deacon, nia |
Apt 14249, early evening, Deacon and Charlie.
Charlie was well aware that he had probably been a pain for the past few days. He had been anxious and clingy and had spent more time than usual watching Nia play, or following Deacon. In fact he had got underfoot more times than he could count.
In the end it was Nia who told him off about it.
"Fuss, fuss, fuss," she chanted tugging her foot out of his hand and snatching her shoe as well. "Want to do dis mySELF. Go play."
Charlie's face fell and he sat back on his heels while she got the shoe back on and did up the velcro straps, then she turned onto her tummmy and kicked her feet in the air while Winnie the Pooh danced across the tv screen.
Charlie bit his thumb nail and got up and went to see if Deacon wanted anything - and if he was okay.
he would be - but Charlie really needed to see.