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"Oh oh oh oh..." came a disdainful cry. Luciel, with Callix in tow, burst in through the door to the HQ. She looked hurried and distressed, head darting around the room with a frustrated sigh. She needed a bathroom. Now. Spying a hallway and completely ignoring Coailiann, the mancubus dashed down the corridor, praying the comode was somewhere therein.

Callix was left, dazed and confused, at the threshold of the door. Mindlessly, he pushed the door shut and fixed his hair. He tried to shrug it off as any suave gentlemen would do, but what he lacked in age, he made up for in adorablility. When things calmed down, he spotted the white-haired toddler (now child) he knew from before.

He couldn't start the mind-speaking like he remembered, so instead he gave the best greeting he could. "Bonjour, Kay. Ca va?"

I'm alright, I guess. Bored. Maman ran off. She had to pee. Don't mind her.

He stretched his wings momentarily and set them back in place. She was taller now, older. Older than he was. He wondered if she would still think of him in the same way, or if she had moved on to play with other children her age. Callix put a hand to his hip, slightly frustrated over the fact that he hadn't grow any taller. He felt...short.

The toddler looked her up and down. My, had she grown. And grown beautifully. He looked her straight in the eyes, truley impressed. No wings, mind you, but everything else made up for it.

You grew up!

I'd love to sit with you.

The Incubus wandered over to the couch, waiting for her to sit first. Gentleman's thing, he learned over the past few weeks. Watching those shows on television and being told by Maman that being polite to the ladies was very important had helped him learn the ropes of being more mature. Just because he wasn't physically there didn't mean he couldn't act the part.

Maybe if he acted more grown-up, the grown-ups would pay more attention to him. He hated being ignored more than anything else. At least Kay wasn't too far beyond him as far as physical age was concerned. He'd feel even further behind had she become a teen since their last meeting. And teens were no fun anyway.

You gotten any chocolate since I saw you?

Magic fridge? That's not fair. Maman doesn't have a magic fridge. What else are you going to tempt me with?

Callix made a face, as if hurt and depressed. It was somewhat true. Seemed unfair, to him, that everyone was growing and everyone had magic fridges and flight and the power to pull tridents from out of no where. But one day, he'd show them. And then he'd get a magic fridge, would be able to fly, and could pull tridents from nowhere. What use the trident-pulling would be, he didn't know. But it didn't matter. It was just...cool.

He idly stretched his toes within his shoes. If his Guardian was gone forever, lost in the maze to the bathroom, he really wouldn't mind. She was kind of annoying anyway. Probably some sort of rule for parents. Be stifling, annoying, and make you eat nasty vegetables like peas. Peas were the worst invention ever.

What's it like to be older? he suddenly asked. He wanted to know what he was missing out on.

I have a sister, but she's a smelly baby that no one cares about. So I don't have to even be near her. I like that. But I wish I could talk better. Or that people knew French. Maman looks at me like she's stupid.

But she was stupid, so it made sense. No one understood greatness, he guessed. They'd learn, though. They'd learn. Another stretch of the wings. So there was good and bad to growing up. More responsibility, but then there were the good things like better speech and walking. A double-edged sword. He sighed.

I can't live with anybody else. Maman said that people move out when they're older. And I'm not older. But I could run away. I saw that on teevee once. With a blanket on a stick with my stuff in it.

I can't speak good enough English to make sense. Maman catches some of my French, like I and me and stuff like that, but... she reads some book called "French for Stupid People" or something. Maybe your maman needs something like that for you.

No, running away at this age? Bad idea. No chocolate, no warm bed, no blanket. No Ami or Didier or Gigi. And that was no fun at all. Maybe he'd run away when he was older and had the green stuff people got food with. Or the plastic rectangle that was like the same thing, only not.

The adult world was a very confusing place.

Callix inwardly grinned and let his cheek rest on the top of her head. He felt better now. Somehow, girls never failed to make him feel better. And he still had no idea why. But that was for another time.

"J'aime vos yeux."

I'm glad I at least have my wings. I can't fly, but... You have hair and you can walk and speak. But you have pretty eyes. Gaelic is nice too. You have that. Your maman doesn't have to understand it.

He cast a glance across the room. In pleasant times like this, time seemed to stand still. He didn't care where his Guardian was, or even if she'd return ever again. Right now, it didn't matter. Life outside could cease to exist, and Callix would be happy here.