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fandomtownies2005-09-19 08:35 pm
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The lights are on, but even if the sign says closed, Red's in his shop.
Red groaned and flopped over in the cushions. He landed awkwardly and the lump and unevenness of the pillows send him rolling down until he oozed into the floor.
His nose had touched one soft furry belly and he cracked an eye. One of the cubs was on his back, all four in the air, snoring softly, his tail twitching sporadically. The other was curled comfortably on his brother's head.
Turning again, Red sat up and looked at his alarm clock. He groaned again. His nap had gone longer than he had anticipated.
The young werewolf kept him up all night and he'd gotten no sleep. Even this little nap after the store closed hadn't been enough for him. Red was exhausted.
He had hoped to see Duce but they hadn't been able to connect.
Leaving the lights on and the door unlocked, but the sign turned to say closed, Red left a voice mail on Duce's machine and busied around in his store, the cubs helping by getting underfoot and taking items to stuff beneath the counter, until he would be able to go to bed at his regular hour.
No nightly trot down to a pub tonight. This pooped canine was headed to bed at a decent hour.
His nose had touched one soft furry belly and he cracked an eye. One of the cubs was on his back, all four in the air, snoring softly, his tail twitching sporadically. The other was curled comfortably on his brother's head.
Turning again, Red sat up and looked at his alarm clock. He groaned again. His nap had gone longer than he had anticipated.
The young werewolf kept him up all night and he'd gotten no sleep. Even this little nap after the store closed hadn't been enough for him. Red was exhausted.
He had hoped to see Duce but they hadn't been able to connect.
Leaving the lights on and the door unlocked, but the sign turned to say closed, Red left a voice mail on Duce's machine and busied around in his store, the cubs helping by getting underfoot and taking items to stuff beneath the counter, until he would be able to go to bed at his regular hour.
No nightly trot down to a pub tonight. This pooped canine was headed to bed at a decent hour.
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