Harper is greedy and impatient for a real hug from his son, but the half-hug he receives will tide him over for the moment. He won't hold up their efforts with the far-too-long embrace he intends to give Edmund the second he has the opportunity, even if cobwebs are far less appealing.
Soleil's pun names make him brighten almost deliriously from the corner of the room the second he hears them, absolutely ecstatic. Clearly Edmund has good taste in friends. "I vote Dogra," he tosses impishly into the voting circle, if there is one. Edmund could often be strangely protective over random things he personally considered improper, so it could very well be vetoed within moments.
Given his artistic abilities, Harper decides on painting, even if it will be a lengthier effort with all the nooks and crannies. It's a nice color at least, he muses as he dips his brush and gets to work.
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Harper paints!
Soleil's pun names make him brighten almost deliriously from the corner of the room the second he hears them, absolutely ecstatic. Clearly Edmund has good taste in friends. "I vote Dogra," he tosses impishly into the voting circle, if there is one. Edmund could often be strangely protective over random things he personally considered improper, so it could very well be vetoed within moments.
Given his artistic abilities, Harper decides on painting, even if it will be a lengthier effort with all the nooks and crannies. It's a nice color at least, he muses as he dips his brush and gets to work.
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Harper paints!
Harper
