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[clumsy_auror]

*The Tonks-Wrangle flat is looking very festive, indeed. The dining room table is full of savoury snacks, and the small bar in the corner is ready for serving. Twinkling fairy lights have been strung all over the living room and dining room, and green crepe paper hangs from the ceiling.*

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Nothin'." Almost sulkily.

Gumming a bit more furiously now.

As Sunny doesn't know what contentious means, the first comment gets no response.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Huh.

*He looks her over for a minute, then kisses her cheek.*

Oh well. So. What did Ingress get for her birthday?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Mumbled, "Art. Doll. Toys."

Her hand drops from her mouth and she turns to gum on the sofa instead. Her hand also...well, looks like Sunny has been chewing on it, basically. Not bad, but definitely Gnawed On.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He moves her away from the couch and looks at her hand.*

Sunny.

Give it a rest.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

And now she's gnawing on his shoulder.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*It doesn't hurt, exactly, but it's not comfortable.*

Sunshine.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She stops.

And goes back to her hand.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Honey, what's wrong?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Muttered, "Hu'ts."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

What hurts?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

After a moment's gnawing, "Mouf."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His eyes narrow.*

Did you chew on something that hurt it?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "No. Hu'ts."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He bites his lip.*

Open up.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She does so, reluctantly.

Four tiny white teeth gleam at him.

And, on the sides, two tinier bumps, with irritated gums, attempt to gleam as well.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His mouth drops open.*

Oh.

Oh.

Argh.

You're teething.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Hu'ts," she wails. Don't want teeth like this!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Shhhhh.

*He rubs her back soothingly.*

It's okay, sweetheart. We'll get you a few teething rings and you can chew on those some. That'll help.

Also, cold stuff like ice cream should make it feel better.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Eyes cweam?" Sniffled. But interested.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Mm-hmm. And frozen grapes, too.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She sniffs some more. "Kay."

It was easier with the bloody muffin.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Okay.

*His voice is low and soothing.*

You just sit here for a minute and rest, and then we'll have a party, okay?

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She nods and clings to him. "T'anks."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He rubs her back, kissing the crown of her head.*



Love you, sweetheart.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She sighs, burying her face in her shoulder. "Love Daddy."