Stifling a yawn, Rachel didn't let Aidan squirm too far away. Not when he was warm and soft and cuddly and... "We should probably get moving if we're going to check on everyone before I pass out again." Because she could. She'd eaten, she knew Aidan was okay, not one had come looking for her to report any deaths, and the booth was starting to feel an awful lot like a really hard bed.
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Date: 2012-11-20 05:27 pm (UTC)