{"id":31661,"date":"2012-12-07T05:12:33","date_gmt":"2012-12-07T05:12:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/12\/07\/iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-50\/"},"modified":"2012-12-07T05:12:33","modified_gmt":"2012-12-07T05:12:33","slug":"iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/12\/07\/iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-50\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cThat\u2019s Helios. He\u2019s a Ragdoll.\u201d Summer made kissy noises at Helios, who disdained them magnificently, flopping out on the floor and turning his belly up. \u201cOh, \/someone\u2019s\/ a stinker.\u201d She rolled her eyes at Helios. \u201cUm, you said something about breakfast? I, um, kinda don\u2019t have any breakfast foods in the house. I\u2019m not really a morning person.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cHelios? That\u2019s a good name.\u201d He smiled as he watched the cat turn his belly up, he\u2019d always liked animals. Victor shrugged, \u201cWell I can cook lunch as well. If you fancy breakfast I can always go and get some food, it\u2019s not like I have a shortage of money.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer tried to swallow a yawn. \u201cYou can do whatever you like, Victor, darling. Mostly I was just letting you know.\u201d Slowly she let one leg dangle off the sofa. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to spend money on me, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor shrugged again. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t mind, and besides, I do enjoy food other than blood y\u2019know so I\u2019d be buying for myself as well.\u201d He noticed how she had tried to stifle her yawn and smirked. \u201cPerhaps we should get to bed first though?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cOh, yes,\u201d Summer looked over her shoulder at him, returning his smirk. She slid the rest of the way off the sofa, taking Victor\u2019s hand and pulling him along to the bedroom. She stopped to pull on clean sleepwear and pushed him into the bed, giggling, then settled herself in with him. For the first time in a long time, sleep claimed her quickly.<\/p>\n

When she woke, hours later, the sun was streaming into the bedroom window and the other side of the bed was empty. From her side, a small chirp-like mew could be heard, and then the thunder of cats chasing each other.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor was busy in the kitchen. He had gone and gotten groceries and had helped himself to the kitchen appliances. There was coffee being made and he was making them pancakes, a favorite of his, with eggs and toast. The cats had said good morning to him in the \u2018ooh let me rub myself all over your legs\u2019 fashion and he had replied by scratching their ears. He hoped when Summer woke up she would smell breakfast and not be alarmed by the fact that he wasn\u2019t in bed with her.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer followed Lil Doc down the hall and into the kitchen, stretching widely and trying to smooth down her hair. “Oooh, that smells good. I love pancakes.” Mindful of the stove, pan, and spatula, she slipped her arms around his waist, rubbing her nose into his back. Helios headbutted her leg, and she broke off with a giggle to feed them, filling four bowls.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

iamvictor-roth: iamthefirechild: iamvictor-roth: iamthefirechild: iamvictor-roth: iamthefirechild: \u201cThat\u2019s Helios. He\u2019s a Ragdoll.\u201d Summer made kissy noises at Helios, who disdained them magnificently, flopping out on the floor and turning his belly up. \u201cOh, \/someone\u2019s\/ a stinker.\u201d She rolled her eyes at Helios. \u201cUm, you said something about breakfast? I, um, kinda don\u2019t have any breakfast foods … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,1052,3789],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31661"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31661"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31661\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}