Where the Willow Trees Grow

Strelein von Rosnete · 06-24-2011, 10:08 PM

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He does want to go home the same day, even though it's a bit far; he does like his bed warmer quite a bit.

Ahiga? He felt like the name should ring a bell for the man but it did not. He just watched as the pup mouthed the words with his little jaws, still small and rotund. He introduced himself quickly enough but he heard the same name echo much louder toward them. It was female and more than familiar. Strel raised his lavender gaze at the woman running at the young boy. Almost impassive, he watched her chastise him, lifting the boy by his shagging pup scruff. But the woman had managed to fail being stern and constant, pulling the child close to her. Of course the kid had wandered off; young ones were want to do that often. But had he his own, he knew he would feel the same. Not that he would ever find out. He and his potential offspring never made it far enough near a woman to fully work as intended.

The redheaded man shook his hand slightly, smiling at his lover's sister kindly. "No worries. Better me than some puppy eater, right?" he joked, fully unaware of what had been going on in AniWaya, and regarding a new member of his own kingdom. If he had known, the tailor would have used all of his tricks of the trade to sew that man's manhood to his pelvis to keep it out of a woman. But now, Strelein simply smiled at her, then down at the boy. "So this is one of your kids? One of my unofficial nephews?" He was joking of course. Noss and he were far from official and he himself found the idea comical. It was not like Noss was going to move to make things official, and Strel was certainly not going to bother with it unless the other man did too. "How did you get out, kidlet?" he sternly addressed the young pup, lavender gaze harder but still amused.

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