He laughs, obeying as he does so. There is some slowness to his movements that stem more from eighty billion wounds than old age, but it lets him keep up his role as April's pillow. Who loses there? No one.
"God," mumbled as he settles. Wife at his side (sort of), fingers slowly moving over her stomach still, ground under his butt. All is well. "How many small nations you wanna take over in the next ten years? Names optional."
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Date: 2016-05-14 08:49 pm (UTC)"God," mumbled as he settles. Wife at his side (sort of), fingers slowly moving over her stomach still, ground under his butt. All is well. "How many small nations you wanna take over in the next ten years? Names optional."