Apparently his father's appearance had caused some chaos. Fraser found himself unsurprised. He sighed heavily. "Great, look, you see, Dad? Now there's panic in the streets." Bob squinted down over the rafter. What are you talking about? How can they even see me? They're children. "Well, actually, they're not, and--"
All right, he'd had enough quality time for one day. He glanced down at Lily and returned the nod, thumbing the side of his nose. "I'll see you later, Dad." As easily as if he were going for a dive, he jumped neatly from the rafter and sailed down to the floor. He landed on his feet with a quiet 'oof,' or at least he tried to; the pillows made balance kind of difficult, and he wound up toppling forward onto his knees. But unharmed, anyway!
He sprang to his feet, clapping his hands together. "I'm not a hobo, no," he told Dean. "I'm still a Mountie. Now, I heard something about cookies?"
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Date: 2007-07-03 07:16 am (UTC)All right, he'd had enough quality time for one day. He glanced down at Lily and returned the nod, thumbing the side of his nose. "I'll see you later, Dad." As easily as if he were going for a dive, he jumped neatly from the rafter and sailed down to the floor. He landed on his feet with a quiet 'oof,' or at least he tried to; the pillows made balance kind of difficult, and he wound up toppling forward onto his knees. But unharmed, anyway!
He sprang to his feet, clapping his hands together. "I'm not a hobo, no," he told Dean. "I'm still a Mountie. Now, I heard something about cookies?"