It was a guy thing. Aeryn was away for a few days, which meant wandering around in his shorts,
scratching portions of his body that always resulted in a glower from Aeryn, leaving dirty dishes
and clothes laying everywhere, turning into a complete slob.
Crichton yawned, stretched, lobbed an empty drink container into the corner and rolled over for
another nap. A noise from the door jerked him awake in a hurry. Aeryn was there, D’Argo
propped on her hip, glaring at John.
“Aeryn! You’re … back early … honey,” he stammered out.
“Daddy in trouble?” D’Argo asked.
John winced. “Big trouble.”
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scratching portions of his body that always resulted in a glower from Aeryn, leaving dirty dishes
and clothes laying everywhere, turning into a complete slob.
Crichton yawned, stretched, lobbed an empty drink container into the corner and rolled over for
another nap. A noise from the door jerked him awake in a hurry. Aeryn was there, D’Argo
propped on her hip, glaring at John.
“Aeryn! You’re … back early … honey,” he stammered out.
“Daddy in trouble?” D’Argo asked.
John winced. “Big trouble.”
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