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[necessary_child]

The sofas by the fire are warm, and comfortable, and appear deserted.

(Not that there might not be kids hiding under them somewhere, though.)

And play is, after all, very hard work, no matter how many bits of other people's dinners (vital rations) you might steal. So if you're a small person all tuckered out from hide-and-seek, the sofas are an ideal spot to curl up and nap- maybe before going back to the game, maybe for a bit longer than that.

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[necessary_child]

A teeny devil is curled up on the sofa with a chocolate milkshake, still beaming.

There are other kids! Everywhere! And they're all happy to play with him! Sam doesn't want to go home, ever.

So he's going to go rejoin the game, just as soon as he's finished this. He's thirsty, see.

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

Santi collapses onto the sofa next to him with a laugh, and curls up comfortably.

[necessary_child]

"Hello!" Sam says, laughing too. "Been playing as well?"

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

He nods, very happily, because he never gets to ever.

[necessary_child]

"Don't you get hot in that sheet?" Sam asks idly. "Want milkshake?"

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

Santi shakes his head, regretfully.



Though he wishes so.

[necessary_child]

"You can't? Aw." Sam lies back on the sofa, a little sleepily, but still grinning broadly. "I like Milliways. Nobody back home plays with me. Not games like this."

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

Santi too. He nods, understandingly, and curls up comfortably with a pillow.