-- agathokakological.

   ❝Where else? My mouth.❞

Petty move, Ryan.

Please know that it was never my decision to leave. Ryan just so happened to be petty enough to end our connection (when it no longer caters to his need) and proceeds to kick me out of the group after I refuse to drop my faceclaim (apparently, Daddario is his).

“Christmas? No way. You don’t get to dress up for Christmas and you’re obligated to go to a family event. When have you spent Halloween with family?” Sophia replied, raising an eyebrow in question. “Halloween is superior.” 

She nodded her head confidently. “I’m not saying it’s going to be the best party in the world but I could probably pull a few strings and make some connections to make it happen.”

   ❝You can dress up for Christmas parties.❞ Sure, it was no costume, but it usually was fancy wear, which Andris adored. ❝Halloween is for weird ass folks. Those who eat horror for breakfast.❞ he commented dryly, looking unamused at the topic of their conversaiton. He really hated Halloween.

   Sophia’s boldness could be commended. As such, the Hungarian gave her a long, interesting look, before giving up with a shrug. ❝Sounds like you’ve got a plan brewing, eh?❞ If she pulled it off, Andris could find some new respect for her.

“I know. Hence the jealousy.” Mateo replied, rolling his eyes at the other dark-haired man. It really wasn’t fair how divided the treatment could be. 

“Now that’s something we can agree on as well. Never trust a pirate but definitely use them as much as you can.” The Argentine hummed, glancing at the other. “Given I don’t have a watcher, I can only assume they don’t see me as a threat which means I can happily fly under the radar.” 

   A satisfied smirk was all the response he needed then for Mateo. 

   ❝Exactly. No reason why we can’t have our own fun.❞ At least on this page, the two egoistic princes could agree. ❝You get a free pass of sorts, without many eyes on you. Make the most of it.❞ For Andris, he already knew Wade would no doubt keep an eye on him, much to his opposition. 

Morgan blinked her blue eyes to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep mid-conversation. Had Andris just admitted to caring about her? Out loud? In her presence? He had. Without a moment’s hesitation, the English Princess jumped to her feet and quite literally launched herself at her brother. “Chalk it up to my overly zealous imagination.” While hugging him tightly, Morgan grinned happily. How could she possibly concern herself with the likings of another royal when for the first time in what felt like forever, things in her life were actually starting to fall into place. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled before dropping her arms and taking a step back, “For caring, I mean. It really does means the world to me. And, yes.  You’re right. I did come here for your approval.” She acquiesced, canting her head as she peered over at him, “That being said, I can assure you, Gabe has no intention of hurting me. He’s made it clear that I am who he wants and - I believe him.” 

She blew out a breath and laughed, “However, since I know how you feel about him and his character, how about we make a small sibling wager? I am so confidant that he and I will pass all of life’s unexpected tests that if for some reason we do end up parting ways, I will bake and hand deliver to you, two dozen kakaós tekercs. Deal?” 

   The sudden lunge-hug took him by surprise, as widened hazel hues remained to be the only reactive part of him. Standing rooted to his spot, Andris donned disgusted expression, cringing at the needless display of physical affection. ❝Okay, that’s enough.❞ he huffed, refusing to return the embrace.

   When she did, the Hungarian prince suddenly looked relieved. ❝No hugs.❞ he warned, in any case she wanted another on in the future. ❝Just... no.❞ Even with the caring he could extend to her, it was still different to be physically affectionate and all. Andris had grown up with none of that soft crap in his family; he certainly didn’t need to start it now..

   ❝Also, for the record, I don’t trust him.❞ In any case that wasn’t clear yet, he sought best to drive the point. ❝But I’ll take you on that bet.❞ After all, he wasn’t one to turn it down. ❝If you guys ‘last’, then I’ll make the kakaos tekercs myself and deliver them to you.❞ It was only fair he return a proper wager. 

   Extending a hand in her direction, a brow arched. ❝Deal.❞

“Yep.” Waverly replied, popping the p in the word. “Like I said. Not good enough apparently so back to being a slut.” She hummed, smirking at the other. Did it hurt like hell? Absolutely. Was she going to pretend like it didn’t until it stopped? Yep. 

The blonde chuckled. “See, this is why we’re one in the same and would be far too dangerous out there in the real world.” She remarked, laughing at his offer. “I absolutely will. Do I get to dress you in a little devilish sidekick outfit too?”

   Huh. Well he certainly didn’t see that one coming. Though to be fair, he didn’t know much about Miles’ and Waverly’s relationship to fully comprehend, he did still expect them to last longer. For a few seconds, he paused, before concluding, ❝Well, it’s his loss. You’re amazing as fuck and if he doesn’t realise it, then he’s dumb.❞

   In the real world, Andris and Waverly could cause serious damage. They were equal parts stunning, smart, and devilish -- a recipe for beautiful chaos, surely. ❝I normally don’t let people do that but for you? Eh, I could give you a one-time pass.❞ It wasn’t hard to be lenient with his ‘twin’, seeing as he did adore her entirely so.

“Don’t say sorry. I didn’t explain myself well.” Mina gave him a smile, shaking her head before taking a deep breath. She pulled them both to the lounge, sitting him down before she sat next to him. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about. It’s just…three guesses who it was with.” She looked at him before taking his hand. “And I don’t know where the line is for you. I don’t mind talking about it with you. Hell, trade secrets if you want. But I also don’t want to upset you.” She squeezes his hand, soft smile on her face. “So you tell me what’s okay and what’s not. Like I said, we can talk about things both ways. I don’t mind. But I understand if you don’t want to. I care about our friendship too much to just go off. I’m sorry I made you think I was upset before.” 

   Following after Mina’s sudden mood shift, Andris reflected it back. And as they settled into the lounge, he remained warily attentive, listening to her explanation. 

   ❝Is this about Luka?❞ he inquired, needing more details. True, their situation was complex enough as it is. And to have this additional layer of candid honesty didn’t entirely make things any easier on them. There was a fine line that they needed to learn how to walk on, without giving away too much. Nothing about them would ever be easy.

   A defeated sigh left his lips; his whole demeanour, deflating. ❝It’s just hard, you know?❞ Eyes peered to lock in with hers. ❝It’s not simple between us.❞

Here we have two men who are very hung up on their looks, thinking they are God’s gift to everyone around them and Matt kind of dug it. “No shit you are and want to know something else? You’ve got those types of eyebrows that really compliment you. Though it does make me want to call you, Eyebrows.” he said, grinning stupidly at that. “But guess it depends on your level of dramatics and how I’m feeling when it comes to nicknames.”

“Ah. Wade. He said something about dad jokes so I guess you’re the one who’s been making him feel all daddy like. But I’m assuming it’s not involving much more than getting pats on the back and lectures about being a man?” Matt’s dad actually was an awesome men. One of the best really but the man wanted him to go into law and that wasn’t the life for him. “Wade’s fun. Hadn’t seen much of him since I got back but he went through dumpsville not too long ago but he was upfront about having someone new.” Then he paused, aware there were some pirates fucking their royals and Matt couldn’t remember if the cook swung both ways. Matt’s eyebrow quirked and he gave Eyebrows a good long look as if trying to decide if he’s Wade’s type. Nah…it wouldn’t be him. He couldn’t see the cook getting too deep into daddy kink. 

   ❝Eyebrows? Not too creative, huh?❞ Surely, he could come up with a better nickname? ❝What, I haven’t ‘earned’ a decent nickname just yet?❞ Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t be bothered to have to go through such effort to pleasing the man before him. Or indulging him, for that matter.

   Whilst he would wholly claim out to others that Wade had changed his life, he wouldn’t entirely discount him either. ❝He’s a good man to be around. I respect him.❞ 

   The pause bothered Andris. And maybe it was him being utterly protective of Wade, or maybe it was because the mere thought was appalling, but the prince immediately jumped the gun. ❝Don’t you even. Our relationship is purely father-and-son.❞