He squints into wakefulness at the sound of Jedao's voice, lifting both hands to rub his eyes and then rub his face and then comb his fingers through his hair to scoop the mouse-shaped Marigold into his hands. She grumbles and knots back into a ball.
"Morning starlight." He's still sleepy, but it never lasts long when he remembers it's a Saturday.
Well, that wakes him up. He rolls out of bed and springs at Jedao's back as soon as his father turns around, like this isn't ritual and expected. Marigold squeaks in protest at the sudden motion.
"Auggghg!" Jedao yells, dramatically, as he bends his knees to take the weight, and gets his forearms under Edwin's legs to hold him on more securely. "I've been ambushed!"
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"Morning starlight." He's still sleepy, but it never lasts long when he remembers it's a Saturday.
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