Misused Poetry

"He’s a born werewolf, he can change when he wants. So can most werewolves when it’s not a full moon." He explained softly to his husband. "Well, we’ll deal with the god spirit when and if it surfaces. Till then I’ll start making this up to you. How about some breakfast first, hm?" Hamon knew exactly what his Anders liked and though he wasn’t one for sucking up. He’d do it every so often just to make Anders feel good. 

"Why would he want to change in his sleep? There is no logic what so ever in this." He squinted at Hamon and held Oliver even closer. There was probably no logic in this argument at all to begin with. anders was just scared and he was too much of a prick himself to admit it. he should be used bu weird stuff happening by now, considering his family, but he wasn't as brave as he tried to show. He frowned again, just ebcause Anders said he doubted Oliver would possess a godspirit he didn't want to hear that he might not. he had after all taken after his papa, why wouldn't he be a god as well? "Are you trying to distract me with food?" he quirked an eyebrow and ran his hand over the soft fur of his son's head. "As long as this big spectacular breakfast is involved in this excuse I accept." He steped over to Hamon to put Oliver in his arms instead, he knew what to do about this, he would fix it, and Anders could go and put on some pants or a t-shirt atleast.

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He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not a prick. And considering he cried, what five minutes ago? I think it’s safe to assume that’s when he shifted. Forty five minutes as a pup isn’t going to hurt anyone. He’s fine.” Looks down at Oliver who is just looking back and forth between and Anders and Hamon. “I’m sorry if this scared you and I’m sorry for laughing.” 

They could probably continue to argue about Hamon being a prick all day. Because for once, Anders didn't feel like makeing a dirty remark on it so instead he went into drama queen mode and rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck did he turn anyway? It's not even close to the fullmoon yet." He frowned and looked down at Oliver. "The god spirit, if he even will possess one, doesn't surface until he's 21. And you better start coming up with good reasons for me to forgive you." He wasn't really mad at him, and he knew Hamon could feel that, but he liked the sucking up. Oh dirty mind.