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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie ambles downstairs. He's wearing Bartleby's sweatshirt again. Yes, it's big enough to fit a small island nation inside. It's also warm.

He sits at the bar and looks around.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Seth releases a series of squeaks which translated would mean "Totally, dude."

Claire just laughs again. "We don't get much of an opportunity to interact with Turtles, well, ya know, big turtles, in my world. That's a shame too."

[mnt_mike]

"Yeah I'd say it is. We should start a revolution...or something."

In a stage whisper to Seth.

"I have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't let on, she'll only worry."

Then he turns to Claire and grins.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Seth blows a spit bubble and then pops it with his own hand.

"Mike, you're sort of silly, did you know that?" Claire grins.

[mnt_mike]

"Heh, well...someone's got to be, right? May as well be me."

Shifting Seth in his arms, he gestures for Claire to take him back.

"I don't want to say good night, but there's so much to do for Sunday and there's only so much I can blame Indy for."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She takes her son back who sighs as he's shifted into her arms. "I should probably get him back to bed."

She smiles. "I'll see you later than, Mike."

[mnt_mike]

"Count on it."

Again, he places his hand on Seth's head. There's one final squeak of BABY!, and he retreats back up to the Guest Rooms.