EVAN: *helps take some kiddies (doesn't matter who) off of Nina's hands*
HEATHER: *also helps* :)
NINA: *is uncovered* Thank you. *picks up Li'l Mark* You look tired, sweetheart.
LI'L MARK: *nods quietly*
NINA: I'll put you to bed, okay?
LI'L MARK: *nods again, and lays his head against Nina's shoulder so he can go to sleep*
NINA: Any other takers?
Little Collins continues laughing, rocking his chair back and forth until it tips over and falls backwards, giving him a rather large bump on the back of his head
"Ouch!!" he cries loudly, big tears streaming down his cheeks.
NINA: *sighs* See what happens when you don't behave? *unbelts Li'l Collins and picks him up* Where does it hurt?
"The back of my head." He whimpers, tears still spilling from his eyes.
NINA: *sighs and checks for blood, then shifts him so she can kiss the back of his head* I think you'll be fine. C'mon. Let's put you in with Markie, and you'll feel better in the morning. *leads Li'l Mark by the hand so she can carry Li'l Collins*
WILSON: *shakes head* No wonder he ends up so insane . . .
COLLINS: *grumbles* I HEARD THAT!
WILSON: Hey, I'm just saying. Seriously, *I* never ran through a public place naked . . .
COLLINS: It's fun! You really should try it sometime!
WILSON: Erm . . . no. Kthx.
NINA: *is amused by Wilson's use of 'kthx'*
"But I don't WANNA sleep with Markie." Collins whines, sending a death glare over in Little Mark's direction. "He's wierd!!"
ooc: and where the HELL is prof_remuslupin
LI'L MARK: *starts to cry*
NINA: *forces herself to put Li'l Collins down gently before sitting on the floor and pulling Li'l Mark into her lap* Sweetheart, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. *cuddles Li'l Mark*
((OOC: I have NO fucking idea))
"But he is!" Little Collins whines. "Just look at him... he even looks funny!!"
((OOC: She's probably at school))
HEATHER: *starts eating the mashed potatoes like mad*
NINA: That's ENOUGH! Someone deal with this kid, would you? *picks Li'l Mark up and carries him* Don't worry about him, sweetheart, he's being mean for no reason.
((OOC: This thread is murdering my computer . . . somebody needs to start a new one . . . ))