Summary: Jim passes on the family tradition in 55 wordsYes, Miss Claire and I are finally back (in case there's anyone out there still interested in reading this? Our hiatus seemed to come in tandem with the one the actual show took, but the new episodes have sparked my imagination, so here's more of Claire's antics.
Disclaimer: Claire's mine, Noah (the rarely-seen second child) is mine, and that's about it :)
Those damn puppy-dog eyes.
“Pleeeeeeeease, Daddy?”
Pam had watched, allowed a six-year-old with superpowers to melt him.
“I’ll take care of her.”
Slow blinks, impossibly-wide eyelids.
“Promise.” Smooch-- on the nose
Now, a new set of puppy-dog eyes, fur-rimmed, far duller, blinking near overturned trinkets, asking, “Who, me?”
Jim hated puppy-dog eyes.I'm trying to decide whether to write a longer story based on Claire. Thoughts?
Thanks for reading :)