Kansas was trying to gather his children because he wanted to talk to them about possibly going on a walk to McNamara's landing. It was a place he'd wished had been available for him to explore as a youngster. But, of course, he needed to ask them if they even wanted to go. For all he knew, they'd been there on their own a thousand times before. But son and daughters we not in the room, and he had no idea where they'd gone because he'd made the intelligent decision to lazily sleep in. The house was quiet, so sense told him they were not in it. But he decided to check the playroom nevertheless, as a last resort before he gave up and went to read by himself.

The door was partly ajar, and the Sadira heard a voice from within. He pushed it the rest of the way open with his nose, easing his front half quietly inside. Once again, Jazper's presence took him by surprise. And he froze up, made nervous by the sight of the hulking man. But as the pale boy took in the scene, his stance relaxed a degree or so. Unlike Kansas, the coal-furred wolf was in his Optime form, one small child in his hands and one on the floor. Kansas registered that these were his two puppies, and that they were his niece and nephew. He remembered Savina's reaction to their occurrence and almost laughed, knowing that when she saw them (if she hadn't already) she'd melt as he was right now. "Jazper, hey," Kansas offered, slipping the rest of the way into the little sunlit room. Honestly, the Knight looked a bit out-of-sorts, and tired. Kansas remembered that feeling after the birth of his own puppies. "They're disgustingly cute. Ghita sleeping?"

Kansas was struck by a sudden sadness. He'd been trying to win Jazper's friendship for quite some time, but things always got in the way. Last time, it had been the music he'd played, and his lack of agreeable CDs to make up for hurting Jazz's ears. And now, the only reason they were going to be friends was because the handsome, swarthy man saw them as equals. He had what Kansas had. The pale boy believed that was all Jazper needed to accept him, and it made him sad. Why couldn't Jazper just like him for who he was? Or perhaps they were too different for that. Kansas didn't know. Maybe it didn't matter—after all, Jazper was willing to have a conversation with him now. The Sadira figured he shouldn't complain.

Kansas' smile returned when he saw the extent of Jazper's affection. It was absolutely endearing. He looked like the perfect father, and Kansas didn't mean that enviously. He loved how happy these children made Jazper, and he didn't even know why. He remembered his first few days as a father, how he'd needed to take care of the puppies while Savina regained her strength. He'd loved every second of it, despite his obvious, crippling inexperience. "Sure, I'd love to, i-if you don't mind. Let me shift first..." He took a few steps back to give himself room, and also to prevent freaking out the puppies. He shifted in the span of a second, then held out his hands to take whichever pup he was given. "I know. I feel like I didn't hold mine enough when they were little. I miss it. I, uh. I want more," he grinned, venturing to look into Jazper's eyes and feeling that, though sad that it was needed, the connection was finally there.

Strange, that it was now that Kansas realized he really did want more children, sometime in the future. He and Savina had teased one another about it, but they'd never really talked about it, not seriously. He felt weird for wanting more puppies. Gotham, Amata, and Cambria were still children themselves. Surely it was just the sight of Jazz and his son and daughter that made him itch for more little ones of his own. He just loved how each always had a different personality, each unique physically and emotionally. Being the strange boy he was, he also found it interesting. As if children were a science he had just discovered to be in existence.

Kansas did feel rather more out-of-place without his characteristic tight-fitting pants, not that it really irked him to have nothing but his fur to cover him. His pale coat was long enough to keep his presence appropriate, so he wasn't too worried. He grinned awkwardly at Jazper, eying the puppies cautiously, as if should he take one it would break in his hands. But he took the boy handed to him, grinning widely as he held the fuzzy bundle on his arms. "Hey, Aro. Don't worry; your dad's still here," he said softly. Kansas smiled, this time at Jazper. It felt good to hear the words he spoke; We're all kinda family now. And it was true. And it suddenly didn't matter to Kansas than the large, dark man had never been able to accept him until now. Because they were linked, and they could built their relationship through the things that were important to both of them, and always had been. And one of those things was family. "Guess we are, then," he murmured, tickling the top of the small puppy's head with a long pale finger. "How're you doing? You and Ghita."

Even since he couldn't have more little ones right now, he really was happy to be spending time with Jazper's. Now that the rift between them had suddenly closed up, he felt it was all right for him to be curious about his little niece and nephew. What would they be like? As he looked down at Aro, he suddenly remembered who the baby's grandfather was and felt wrong holding him. He nearly allowed a shiver to run down his spine, but leveled himself by ruffling the pup's fur gently and listening to his father. He laughed amiably; he remembered the routine he had been forced to develop while Savina rested after having their children herself. "Yeah. I remember that stuff, too. She'll feel better after a few days, I think." Of course, he had no authority in his opinion, except that he imagined childbirth was as draining for one female as it was for the next.

Kansas wondered for a fraction of a second about Ghita's and Jazper's relationship. As far as he knew, it had developed rather rapidly... he wondered if they knew each other very well. Not that he could judge; he and Savina hadn't waited long after meeting one another to become mates. A bit unexpectedly, Jazper dove into his experience with family. Taken aback by the sudden comfort he felt in sharing this with him, Kansas' eyes widened considerably. But he was happy to listen. He wanted to, despite the irony of it. "At least you had some time with your father," he said, though he was confused as to who Jazz's father actually was. Did he speak of Lucifer, or someone esle? Ah. Now was not the time to ask. "I agree with you, though. Fathers have a huge effect on their children. I wouldn't be, eh, who I am today without mine. Whether that's a good thing or not," he added with the ghost of a smile. "You'll be okay, Jazper."

Kansas honestly was probably better suited as a nanny than as a warrior. He would forever envy this about Jazper, that the man was so large and well-built, and skilled in fighting. Kansas was not scrawny by any means; he was muscular, but in the lean, spry way. He lacked brute strength, and coordination of muscles; both of which Jazper more than likely possessed. He'd be better appreciated in a bonnet and mumu dress, babysitting. Fortunately for him, he didn't have to do either thing.

He had spend a lot of time wondering just how Jazper Rhiannon-Knight had come to be such a good fighter. They'd known (or, been aware of) one another for quite some time, though the details of the swarthy brute's upbringing were a mystery to Kansas. But he had the luck enough to hear Jazz's story, and he could not help but become wide-eyed. He reclined to his knees, still cradling the pup. He listened as the mystery of his new friend's parentage was explained to him, but the puppy grew restless, and Kansas set him down on the floor to run around if he'd like. "I was curious about that. Your parents, I mean. I, eh... I knew Lucifer a little," he tried to hide the disgust in his voice. It was awkward indeed, being aware that he'd had sex with Jazper's adoptive father. Kansas stiffened his muscles to keep from shuddering. "I'm sorry you never got to know your real parents."

He was not kidding when he told the man that he'd be a good father. That he'd do okay. Jazper was strong in more ways than just the physical one; Kansas was intuitive enough to recognize this. He was asked about himself. It brought a smile to his face, that Jazper cared enough to ask. "Oh, we're okay. I think Savina... Well, overall... we're doing well." His grin weakened a fraction. It wasn't his place to leak the fact that Savina sometimes became depressed to others. Although he had the idea that Jazper wasn't a bad person to confide in. He just didn't want to risk upsetting his mate. "Hey... Do you think your children would like to play with mine? Gotham, Amata, and Cambria would love them."

He did not know how to respond when Jazper began to talk about Lucifer. So, he simply nodded, grinding his teeth together with a forced sort of smile. "Yeah," he said blandly. Lucifer had been mates with Deuce. That little snippet had slipped the Sadira's mind, and it made him cringe inwardly, his stomach turning on him. He didn't know how Jazper would feel about him if he knew what had happened... it would probably defile any ground they'd covered together in this short hour or so that they'd spent together. Kansas averted his gaze, petting Aro's back gently and grinning absently as the boy wagged his tail before bounding off.

He sensed his brother-in-law's concern at his own hesitation. But Jazper did not question him, for which Kansas was extremely grateful to the swarthy brute. He hated it when others pried for information, whether it belonged to them or now. Instead, Jazper seemed to focus on a potential "play date" for the little group of cousins. This was an exciting thing to Kansas, because he loved trying new things that could possibly make his puppies happy. "Sounds good," he responded. Kansas straightened and waved limply at Jazper, still grinning. Their encounter had stirred up a lot of feelings for the creamy wolf, but overall he was happy it had happened. He now had a friend in someone he'd sought after for friendship for what seemed like months. "I'll... leave you guys to yourselves, now. I should go see where my kids wandered off to," and with that, he ducked out the door, closing it softly behind him.