Rodney, you big *softy*. Could your heart be anymore on your sleeve?
Teyla and Ronon appear at the door, double-taking the sight of John and his puddlejumper before a short glance at Rodney that will end with another chat a few days from now about appropriate gifts, which Rodney could so not give a shit about, and possibly a lecture on moderation, from the woman who sneaks John cake when he has bad dreams.
Y'know, there's this sudden image of Ronon pushing Rodney down on the edge of the bed and telling him to pipe down while Teyla talks and then Rodney has to listen to the lecture and then Rodney opens his mouth and Ronon goes, "No, no, just *stop* and *listen*," and Rodney shuts up again. *bliss*
Someone needs to make me stop watching Babylon 5 tonight, also. It is doing things to my *mind*. I am this close to starting up a drinking game everytime someone says "The Darkness/soldiers of the devil are upon us" but a) I'd get really plastered and b) doesn't seem all that Christmas-sy and c) the giggling under my blanket is really not all that bad.
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AWWWWWWWWWWW.
*makes many sounds with the dawwww and the awwwww
Rodney, you big *softy*. Could your heart be anymore on your sleeve?
Teyla and Ronon appear at the door, double-taking the sight of John and his puddlejumper before a short glance at Rodney that will end with another chat a few days from now about appropriate gifts, which Rodney could so not give a shit about, and possibly a lecture on moderation, from the woman who sneaks John cake when he has bad dreams.
Y'know, there's this sudden image of Ronon pushing Rodney down on the edge of the bed and telling him to pipe down while Teyla talks and then Rodney has to listen to the lecture and then Rodney opens his mouth and Ronon goes, "No, no, just *stop* and *listen*," and Rodney shuts up again. *bliss*
Someone needs to make me stop watching Babylon 5 tonight, also. It is doing things to my *mind*. I am this close to starting up a drinking game everytime someone says "The Darkness/soldiers of the devil are upon us" but a) I'd get really plastered and b) doesn't seem all that Christmas-sy and c) the giggling under my blanket is really not all that bad.
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.