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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:05:05 GMT -5
"Then, come on, you want to go inside? I'll put you to bed and everything. It'll be adorable," she brushed Emmett's hair out of his eyes. "I'll tuck you in and read you a bedtime story."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:07:53 GMT -5
"It's barely siiiix..." he whined quietly in a innocent but...whiney childish tone. Although all that in reality did sound extrememly tempting. Though he hated when people took care of him, so much he just couldn't allow it, that kind of care. The things he could do himself, he wasn't a child. ...but really. That would be heaven.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:09:44 GMT -5
She smacked his side lightly. "C'mon, lazy bones. Let's go. I'll carry you if I have to. You can pretend to be sleeping and I'll be all... Shhh. Junior had a long day."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:15:51 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile. "Ah-hah. ...cute." he countered, but still meant it even without the spite. Wouldn't his parents love that. Mary Jane carrying their son around. Great way to build pride in him now. Riiiight. "Heh- you carry me." he chuckled. Not that she hadn't atleast once before, but not recently. And although she probably could he refused to admit it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:17:10 GMT -5
"Come on, Emmie. You're going to tired yourself out so badly that you won't even get up tomorrow," she rubbed his side now. "Let me get you to bed. I'll even stay with you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:21:58 GMT -5
All expression from Emmett's face melted away at her offer and he bit into his bottom lip timidly. That didn't sound too bad. Even if he didn't plan on going to sleep. He'd always give anything for her company, so it was an attractive suggestion. How could he pass it up? He stared at her weekly, his eyes large and in complete view now with his hair out of the way, the blue bright and bold. "...yeah?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:25:12 GMT -5
"Of course," she wouldn't leave him alone, she wouldn't ever dare. Plus, she didn't want to be left alone in the house with the people that couldn't even set aside their own issues so that their son and foster daughter wouldn't be separated. "I wouldn't ever leave you, silly."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:40:02 GMT -5
He bit down on his lip as an alternet to breaking out into a smile- and probably a dance of happy. He chewed on it, letting it slip out of his teeth's grip until it was just the corner of his lip. He slowly sat up, ready to go in. He came out, this time hopefully without being pulled right back in. He grabbed his shoes and tossed them to the floor, slipping in them, but with his heels hanging out since he'd just take them off in a minute. And again he offered his hand to help her out.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:41:55 GMT -5
Once more she took his hand and let herself be pulled out of the car. She closed the door with her foot behind her, still holding onto Emmett's hand. "Alright, sleepy-head. Would you perfer bridal style or over the shoulder?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 22:53:10 GMT -5
He gave her hand a tiny weak squeeze and stood next to her as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, waiting for her to take the first step towards the house. "Heh. Oh. Oh, you're funny. Comical genius you."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 22:59:18 GMT -5
"It's funny how you think I'm kidding," she hiked her bag up her shoulder. She pulled on his hand and caught him with her other, and with one swift swing of her arms, Emmett sailed over her shoulder.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 23:06:32 GMT -5
Making some kind of yelp that sounded something like- "Gee-Yahhnaaah!" as he was flipped and his feet left the ground. He had to flex his feet to make sure his shoes didn't fall off. "Ssshit!" at a completely lack for words. She really picked him up and she was actually carrying him to the house. How...the hell... He closed his eyes and faced his head into her back so he couldn't see the ground. He didn't want to fight her or stuggle because one, he'd lose, and two he was afraid to fall.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 23:14:54 GMT -5
"I'll show you to call me a comical genius," she grinned as she walked to the front door, slowly opening the door. The parents were no were to be seen, though she heard voices coming from the kitchen. They didn't sound to happy. They - or she, rather - walked to the stairs, slowly climbing them, one by one. "You like the view?" she asked with a laugh.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 23:17:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, Shrek. Just lovely, thanks." he spatted dryly. With each step he felt his upperbody swing and it wasn't the greatest of rides. "If you keep being so rough you're not going to be getting a very gracious tip."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 23:19:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she started on flat ground again. She jerked up her shoulder, shaking Emmett. The room was in sight now. "How was that?"
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