[Sob. Brb, testing Kirk's door for locked-ness. Stupid mean warden will probably take her teddy bear away if she leaves a baby and a dog alone together :c]
[Shego's just going to make her way into Kirk's room and stare at the baby/dog combo and oh hey it's everything she doesn't like in one neat package. Well, dogs are okay. Other people's dogs.]
Hi, Jimmy. What are you meant to be, the audience?
[Yeah but she doesn't know that now does she. All she hears is stupid noises. :| MUCH LIKE ALWAYS. She reviews the situation for a second, then acknowledges there's no possible way she can get out of babysitting now and scoops Tommy up with one arm.]
C'mon. Let's go feed you so you won't accuse me of child neglect when this wears off.
[Your escape plan is unsuccessful, sir. Shego spent many of her teen years unhappily babysitting, she's got this. She arranges Tommy into a more secure hold so that he'll wear himself out struggling long before she might ever drop him.]
Your mom's not here, okay? I'm just looking after you 'til you can go home.
[Like he can understand that. :T She glances down at his face. Man, Kirk was an ugly baby.]
[She glances down at the dog, who's reached the door and now looks a bit uncertain.]
You coming? I really don't care either way. [He stares up at her pathetically and she sighs.] Come on.
[By this time Shego and Aristotle have a gentleman's agreement wherein he does what she says and she gives him the occasional covert stroke. Right now he seems perfectly content to follow her and his new BFF Tommy to the kitchen, where she's hoping the staff are too busy to complain about food hygiene.]
[You are a most foul babynapper. And it's hard to keep up squirming for a long time. So he just goes for the fallback, and starts to whimper and sniffle and drool all over the place. He wants his mommy :c]
if she somehow learns this is Kirk.... I demand mocking later on
If he makes any loud noises she'll hear him :c
Is this the same incomprehensible toddler or a slightly different one?
she'll probably end up making him cry eventually :c
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Spam. yes. :|
Hi, Jimmy. What are you meant to be, the audience?
[Yeah she's talking to herself, what of it.]
Spam!
My name is Tommy!
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C'mon. Let's go feed you so you won't accuse me of child neglect when this wears off.
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"You won't get away with baby napping me! I won't let you!"
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Your mom's not here, okay? I'm just looking after you 'til you can go home.
[Like he can understand that. :T She glances down at his face. Man, Kirk was an ugly baby.]
Spam!
"Doggy! Go to tell Phil that I'm bein' baby napped!"
[Or just follow Shego the babynapper. That works too.]
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You coming? I really don't care either way. [He stares up at her pathetically and she sighs.] Come on.
[By this time Shego and Aristotle have a gentleman's agreement wherein he does what she says and she gives him the occasional covert stroke. Right now he seems perfectly content to follow her and his new BFF Tommy to the kitchen, where she's hoping the staff are too busy to complain about food hygiene.]
Spam!