He grins again, ruffling Lily's fluffy mane as she rolls herself and wriggles against him contently. It's hard to say if his enthusiasm is fuelling her or vice versa, but they're certainly winding each other up.
The church is not far from Lancelot's flat, and he's in the middle of rubbing her stomach while she squirms about when the bell begins to toll midnight. Lancelot looks up, listens to it count the hour then smiles brightly at Faolan.
"Merry Christmas!" he announces, then leans over Lily again. "And Merry Christmas to you too of course!"
He leans in to kiss her snout, then over to kiss Faolan quickly on the cheek before nudging at Lily to move.
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He grins again, ruffling Lily's fluffy mane as she rolls herself and wriggles against him contently. It's hard to say if his enthusiasm is fuelling her or vice versa, but they're certainly winding each other up.
The church is not far from Lancelot's flat, and he's in the middle of rubbing her stomach while she squirms about when the bell begins to toll midnight. Lancelot looks up, listens to it count the hour then smiles brightly at Faolan.
"Merry Christmas!" he announces, then leans over Lily again. "And Merry Christmas to you too of course!"
He leans in to kiss her snout, then over to kiss Faolan quickly on the cheek before nudging at Lily to move.
"Up, up!"