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"You screamed?"
“Dad. Dad. Where have you been? I could have gotten myself killed without you,” he said seriously.
Foxtar rolled his eyes. Raichu ignored him.
“It’s true, yesterday I walked into a glass door because I was distracted and nearly fractured my skull.”
At that, Judge Foxtar boredly said,“Your skull is made of metal, sir. You broke the door.”
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bouquet, xxoo
bouquet:what's your favorite kind of flower?
"Hydrangeas. I always thought they were very pretty, and the fact that they change color depending on the acidity of the soil makes me like them even more."
xxoo:are you dominant?
"....Daddy? Is this because of that.. text?" Nervously-fidgeting Raichu asked. "...Sometimes?"
♒
Ixion was bored though he felt bad for it. He was supposed to be listening to this discussion on the state of the outside world and what could be done about it. Of course, he knew the answers because he was Yggdrasil. Why was he here again?
Boredly, he sent a message to someone on his PET. “We should probably go fuck.”
After is was sent, he blinked, double taking at the name above the message. Frantically, he sent another message “wrong contact!”, then realized what he’d just said to his possessive father who had already threatened all his theoretical lovers more than once. He stood up from his seat, eyes wide and horrified. A tiny, “oh Asimov, no” escaped him, and then he fled, heedless of the startled Judges staring after him.
He needed to hide.
(Xander) ♒
Xander might have been just a tad delirious from taking care of his daughters. Xerxes had managed to get into the flour while he braided Xena's hair, and Cinnamon still cried the moment he was out of her sight, so that had all wound up being a disaster. He'd had to clean up all afternoon and the three of them had refused to go to sleep.
And now Max was here, and Xander looked like a mess he was sure. There was flour all in his hair and he probably looked half crazed. Further convincing were the words that spilled out of his mouth, followed by half-hysterical giggles: "Let’s build a pillow fort!" Then they could hide from the kids.
Max promptly stepped in, picked Raichu up, and carried him out of his bedroom. "I think someone needs to start viewing that he might be aging like wine, and not like a grumpy old man." And the others had done quite a bit for that surprise party Foxtar had mentioned earlier, too.
The blond unit let out an indignant squeak and tried to balk. "Dad, no. Put me down--Bad Dad, no birthdays."
The sight of the cheesecake on the table would shut him up soon enough, but for now he was rather upset.
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"At least this Greyface didn't seem sadistic." Butterfly wings were one of the most harmless effects of Greyface mischief that he had seen. "Those look nice, by the way."
"It becomes sadistic when you-know-who decides to keep me a faerie for several days," he snorted, moving closer to nudge against Max's side. "You've been scarce lately--do they? Foxtar laughed when he first saw me with them, so hard that he had to crawl out of the room."
After Raichu had helpfully nudged him halfway there. With his foot.
