 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Prompt #05: Scrooge
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“Stops being such a Scrooge!’’
“Am nots.”
“Then whys don’t you wants to go sees the dragons? Ands the griffs?”
Ary could feel one of Bry’s tantrums coming on. Today, however, he was in no mood to deal with it, no matter how stellar he was at doing so. He pulled his Mooncalf patterned duvet over his head just as he felt the weight shift on his bed. This meant Bry had hopped on it.
“Why nots, Ary! Why nots?”
He then felt fingers poking into his side. Ary, still fully covered, tried to shift away. “Nots feeling wells.” Ary didn’t tell Bry to leave him alone; it was known that whenever she was over at the Reserve she always stuck to his side.
“What da matters? You wants soup?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Teas?”
There was silence from him for a moment as he considered the offer. “Teas.”
“Otay! I go tell Uncle Adi, Scrooge!’’
Ary listened to Bry’s footsteps as they retreated. He was being no Scrooge, even if he refused at the moment to give away his time to the creatures. |