ext_4027 ([identity profile] unamaga.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] unamaga 2007-12-11 05:50 am (UTC)

"It's my turn, Rodney," John whines.

Rodney jealously hugs the bundle of blankets closer to his chest, turning a little so John can only see a tuft of cream fabric over Rodney's shoulder. This is just getting ridiculous, he thinks petulantly. Rodney's had her all morning and he got to feed her lunch. John feels scarily like stamping his foot and running to tell Teyla Rodney's being mean.

"You can have her when I'm done," Rodney says, as if this is a great concession and John had better be grateful that Rodney is such a nice guy.

John's not buying it.

"You said you would be done with her by four. It is now six and it's my turn."

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