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Donaghan Tremlett is attempting to be a dad (rhythmicfingers) wrote in wished,

Don’s look was more than a little doubtful at Orsino’s words. “Sure you do.” Just like how Don liked it when the Weirdies sent him elaborate schemes of how they could get together without Elizabeth interfering or the notes where they honestly thought that Don was hooking up in secret with one of his band mates and how hot it was. “And I’d think Penny might not come back tonight because of either work or the fact she doesn’t want to br roped into helping us clean.”

When he noticed the dog he couldn’t help but be worried for both of the ones that Orsino owned. Don remembered just what it was the three of them had done to his parents dog and the fact that it absolutely refused to come near the triplets again. Hopefully though Seven would have enough sense to stay out of reach of the kids since they were in the play pen.

The room made Don blinked. He hadn’t realized that Thrusty had this much! No wonder he needed help. Orsino was definitely a major packrat. “Probably ought to start back there then,” Don replied, shoving Orsino further in the room from behind him. “Work our way out of the room.”