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[Spam] (Dated to the end of the Flood)

[Four days of kids and even a Nietzschean starts wearing out. Especially when the "Pride" consists of so few willing parents. He's dozed off on the couch, head resting on the back of it and his arm over something nice and warm and comfortable.

There were things that he knew had to be done, but he could afford a little drowsing, right?]

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[Drowsing sounded really, really good. B'Elanna was tired; she felt like she'd been running around all day. Or for a few days. She felt like she'd been uncomfortable for days, and that feeling was finally slipping away.

She felt like she was laying on someone's shoulder. And she couldn't, for the life of her, think of who the hell that might be.

Abruptly jerking awake, B'Elanna opened her eyes and sat up rigidly straight, turning to stare at Rhade.]

What the hell just happened? [That was the first flood she'd really gone through.]