Tayla stole a peek at the report. "What's fucked up? The Smurfette?"
"The what?"
"Smurfette." Tayla rolled her eyes. "You've never watched cartoons, have you?"
Wraith came around the corner, his leather duster flapping around his boots. He shot Tay a look drenched with sympathy. "E's way too starched to watch cartoons. That's so not happening to Stewie. He's already digging The Simpsons."
"He's three weeks old!" Tayla gaped at Wraith in outrage.
"Almost four."
Tayla huffed. "Good God. I can't believe you are raising a child. Isn't there some sort of demon equivalent of Child Protective Services ?"
"Hey. I have as much right to screw up a kid as anyone else.

Autore: Larissa Ione

Tayla stole a peek at the report. "What's fucked up? The Smurfette?"<br />"The what?"<br />"Smurfette." Tayla rolled her eyes. "You've never watched cartoons, have you?"<br />Wraith came around the corner, his leather duster flapping around his boots. He shot Tay a look drenched with sympathy. "E's way too starched to watch cartoons. That's so not happening to Stewie. He's already digging The Simpsons."<br />"He's three weeks old!" Tayla gaped at Wraith in outrage.<br />"Almost four."<br />Tayla huffed. "Good God. I can't believe you are raising a child. Isn't there some sort of demon equivalent of Child Protective Services ?"<br />"Hey. I have as much right to screw up a kid as anyone else. - Larissa Ione




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