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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 7, 2008 14:47:01 GMT -5
Iggy gave a happy little squee when Elias picked him up, reaching out with one paw to smack the man on his cheek fondly. Once he was slipped into the high chair he looked around curiously, reaching forward to try and grab anything that had been put within arm reach to knock it to the floor.
At the 'Taur's words the mix titled his head to the side, giving him a wide eyed look, almost as if he knew that the male was blaming him for something. When the bottle was placed in front of him he reached forward with both paws to take a hold of it. After a few moments of struggling, and a few failed attempts, he was finally able to get the mouth piece in the right spot.
Taking a few sips from it, he pulled back with a grin on his face, seeking approval from his role model. Receiving whatever look or praise the Taur would give him he took another sip or two before suddenly pushing the bottle away with the aim of tossing it off the high chair.
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Post by Trebias on Nov 10, 2008 21:27:11 GMT -5
El absent-mindedly scooped the bottle up out of Iggy's hands before he could chuck the bottle, setting it a ways away. He'd learned to clean up as he went with the kid, if not preventing the messes as well, such as what the bottle would do.
He was well-pleased with the fact that Iggy didn't seem to be psychotic like most of the kids Rai had sent his way. Elias figured it had skipped a generation in the colt. Well, some of those fights with Lowlanders were a little risky, maybe it was just a different type of crazy.
"All right, kid, it's about time for you to smile, make some noise, and pass out for a few hours again. Does that sound like fun for you? It sounds like a WHOLE lot of fun for Uncle El. Huh? What do you say?" He'd get the kid to nap on demand yet, even if it meant he had to slip some dream weed into Iggy's mash at lunchtime.
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