"Give me a break, really?"
The Taurean groaned, haggling with the wriggler, relentlessly squirming in his iron grip. Navy blooded tyke spat garbled, incessant infantile insults at him, as he vigilantly secured him in his arms. In the glow of smug satisfaction, he blew a raspberry against the child's pudgy cheek. Cradling the toddler as he stood, he crooned forward, balancing with a kneel, and exhaled with impatience.
Waiting on a guest's arrival wasn't that nerve-racking. He wasn't concerned by any means in every day ambiance. Not like Cronus would mind much of your cozy dwelling, he figures, the two would be out of his hive for most of the visit, but he would have to enter at some point using the designated coordinates... It could be considered aberrant, for how absolutely fastidious he was on occasion.
