(a young boy (Arch) holds a baby (Ingress), his opal-colored eyes round and green with astonishment. "I was never this small," he declares firmly to his mother. "Or smelly."
She only laughs, and smooths a hand over his hair.)
and (only blinking a little) into the kitchen. He left a book here, on the table -- well, maybe on the counter -- okay, somewhere in this room, he's pretty certain, except --
Oh, dash it all, no, he left it in the living room instead.
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Date: 2007-06-21 03:38 am (UTC)(a young boy (Arch) holds a baby (Ingress), his opal-colored eyes round and green with astonishment. "I was never this small," he declares firmly to his mother. "Or smelly."
She only laughs, and smooths a hand over his hair.)
and (only blinking a little) into the kitchen. He left a book here, on the table -- well, maybe on the counter -- okay, somewhere in this room, he's pretty certain, except --
Oh, dash it all, no, he left it in the living room instead.