Durrdurr. Sorry guys, trying out roleplaying both sepurtuz. Also lazy with the Russian. :X
Liliya prodded at the chunks of meat, stewing over what her brothers were saying. She shot a perterbed glance at Toliy and Silas and made a face. “Tolichka,” she whispered over at him, grinning as soon as she said it. That was one of those names that always seemed to stick, and Toliy might never get away from it! Not as long as Liliy was around, anyway. “I just haven't met anybody is all,” the chestnut-furred hybrid said defensively, flipping over a hunk of meat angrily. Truth be told, she hadn't met anybody and it was downright irritating. She had been around by herself, but most everybody was just dreadful conversation—maybe made worse by her broken English. Even so, almost everyone seemed to understand her! They just weren't that interested in talking to her. At her brother's comment, she turned around again, jaw dropped agape. Tolichka had a girlfriend?! At his next words, her ears drooped, and she whined softly, suddenly feeling guilty over their mother. Verusha, all by herself! “How is momma?” she asked, giving the largest piece of meat one final prod before pulling it off of the grill, taking one of the large plates they had waiting off to the side, throwing it on and placing it between her brothers. “Wonder who gets dinner,” she said slyly, darShe did the same for Rurik and herself, but they were served separately. Only then did she grab the last piece of meat and put it down for the losing brother, grinning at her little fun.
Rurik smiled at Toliy's comment, shaking his head. “You're all old enough for boyfriends and girlfriends,” he said, not bothering to specify. His elder family wasn't usually given to discussing relationships like this, but he was glad his children were more cmfortable with it. “Just don't make me have to go kicking anybody's ass, understand?” he said, lifting a brow as he peeered at his children, one after another, a smile placed onto his grizzled muzzle. He was quiet during the talk of Verusha, but as Liliy threw down the one chunk of meat between the boys he again smiled, deciding to stand up and fetch one of the bottles of vodka he had on stash. His kids were only enough. Liliy had developed into a lovely young woman, muliebrity evident in her every movement. Silas and Anatoliy were both strong and healthy boys—they were handsome men. All three would make lovely prizes for someone someday. He clutched the bottle of liquor and headed back out of the room, still contemplating still. It was also aspecial occasion—Silas was visiting, and Anatoliy had arrived! The werewolf returned to the table and plunked the bottle down, settling back down in front of the plate of food Liliy had set for him. Picking up a bone almost delicately between two fingers, he gnawed all of the tender meat from it and pointed at the bottle with the white bone. “Don't make me regret that,” he warned.
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