*laughs a bit harder, slowly regaining full consciousness* Just be glad your kid doesn't play in the toilet, tickle your feet when you're tryin' to sleep or steal people's dentures if they get too close.
*releasing her, he puts a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently before rolling over and nodding off again, while memories of chasing, fighting, and tickling Russell fill his head*
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Marlon?
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Hmm?
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I think you're talking about your dog in your sleep.
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Hm?...Oh, m'sorry.
*He's still registering what she said*...Wait, not my dog. Russell.
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Russell was who you were talking about and you called him like someone would call a dog. You okay?
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...Mm-hmmm. Russell's my raccoon.
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Your raccoon?
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Yeah...well, he was anyway.
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*He smiles off into space for a second* Ah, Russell...
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*stroking her hair* What about you? Can't you sleep?
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Well, someone started talking...
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*releasing her, he puts a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently before rolling over and nodding off again, while memories of chasing, fighting, and tickling Russell fill his head*
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