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Crashing the party :P

Flóki usually slept, and when he awoke, he ate. If he was feeling adventurous, he rolled on the den floor, clambered over his siblings, screeched as loud as he could, crawled around the den. Occasionally he bumped into a larger figure, such as the older inhabitants in the den. His father, mother, their older siblings. And obviously, without regard for their personal space, clambered on them. Sometimes he tried suckling on them when he was hungry, but except for his mother, they gave him no milk. Which sometimes annoyed the baby viking, but usually just got him to sleep once more.

Today, Floki awoke for no particular reason and began the day by screaming at the top of his lungs, probably even louder than his older sister. He wanted to eat and sleep at the same time which made the babe conflicted which simply resulted in more screaming and pushing at his siblings.