[Oh, there's SO much huffing and puffing from the wee little guy as she tucks him up nice and safe, kicking his teeny little legs and everything - Though he stops that part, at least, once he's settled. If only because he's got spurs, and he doesn't really wanna hit her with them or something.
Instead, he just... wrestles his arms free and hangs them limply out of the front of her suit jacket. Limply. With a heavy (tiny) sigh.]
... I can't believe you ain't even gimme the decency of puttin' me in your shirt.
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Though he stops that part, at least, once he's settled. If only because he's got spurs, and he doesn't really wanna hit her with them or something.
Instead, he just... wrestles his arms free and hangs them limply out of the front of her suit jacket.
Limply. With a heavy (tiny) sigh.]
... I can't believe you ain't even gimme the decency of puttin' me in your shirt.