Baby shield
Tyler: *whines burying his face in John's chest* Noooooooooo.
John: *pets his hair* Come on. Uppies now.
Tyler: Don' wannaaaaaaaaa.
John: *cooes and kisses his forehead* Well that's to bad baby-
Felix: I'll carry you!
Tyler: *purrs and holds arms out to him preening*
John: *pouts* Traitor.
Felix: *picks him up*
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