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"Why don't you have a lot? Maybe we'll both just live together in a house with sparse furnishings but everyone who brings a gift we just show off until our furnishings are nothing but gifts." he mused, looking at the man's hand and smiling, shifting closer. "You know, I actually thought you had a crush on my brother way back when. He really seemed to like you. In a platonic manner." he added quickly, though Ipo hadn't exactly been subtle about his heterosexuality.

Elliot could only smile. "Then he's very much like his father in finding the worst or the best places." and walked over, kissing where Yuki had been breathing before hearing Rin spit up. "Let me remind myself I love being a father." and grabbed a towel, wiping his shoulder before wiping Rin's mouth. "What have we learned from drinking too fast?"

"Well he didn't do that with many other people, let alone men. I think he saw you as a friend, but he wanted you to be my friend instead of his." So maybe Ipo pushed Tsume away in that sense, seem like an acquaintance but be a friend. "I never bought much because I feared going back to Kasp. I didn't own anything but the clothes on my back and my pipe."

"Me? Push you? Perish the thought. And yes I am patting hard enough. At least I think I am I feel it through my shirt." And craned his neck to try and see the back of his shirt.

"We could probably sell it. That's real gold pain on it." he commented, though he didn't remember much of his high. "I remember something about sex while I was high. But I don't..." He rubbed his eyes, "I don't really remember anything, then I woke up a little over a week ago. with no memory and I think nearly all of them are back now." And if they weren't, well, what he wasn't remembering obviously wasn't hindering him.

"No, I think I'll survive. It's just a little bit, no one will be visiting soon I've no appearances to upkeep." He hadn't combed his hair after waking. Rin was lifted back to his shoulder, patting the baby, feeling the chubby arms move. "PErhaps a diaper change, though." And turned hsi head away from Rin, now looking for food he and Leo could eat before a little chubby hand found a piece of daddy's shaggy hair and gripped tightly, pulling it.

"No, no. No." Elliot said quickly, working to get the fat-hand loose. "Daddy is getting a trim. Let go."

"The drugs just, helped me loosen up and not care." Kashi murmured. "Sort of powerful, since the President couldn't kill me. I'm the only seer she knows of and she's looked for others." he murmued, "But you're right, it's really not very useful." at the mention of night life he looked up. "Oh. We stage many plays, all the bodies in one area keep the place warm. Though I must admit this is more than normal. I wonder if there's a good play."

Elliot gave a weak chuckle. "Yes but they shouldn't be in the grabby phase so soon either." He wondered if they were aging fast like Leo had when pregnant. If that was the case he might have to bury his children before himself and that would mean no heirs once again.

Kid
"Really? Ours are story telling, but I suppose without the dancing. Some do have that though. You know Prince Elliot actually hosted one a long time ago within our grounds. He really enjoyed it, it was about--"

"Elliot?" And suddenly something clung to Kashi's side, casuing him to stumble into the wolf. What he saw was a child, no older than ten and dressed so sparingly his fingers and toes were blue. But he started speaking rapid fire in a language kashi knew nothing about. it sounded Retian but the words sounded nothing like it at the same time. The only thing he recognized was Elliot's name and that was it.

"I don't, I don't speak your language."

The boy stared, speaking slower, but the same language, hands now involved.

"I'm not good at Charades. here," that boy looked frigid. Judging by those clothes he was close to center-earth, the hottest part of the land which Reta did indeed own. The jacket was placed around the boy's shoulders, a smile filling the child's face as he bowed deeply and put it on, speaking again.

"Perhaps, but now he's not letting go." Elliot grumbled, afraid of cutting the hand with his hair. He gave up, moving Rin up some more as he dozed off on his father's shoulder. "I'll be fine."

Kid

Kashi shrugged the cloak over his shoulders without much thought. "I don't think him writing will be incredibly useful if we can't even understand his language, Tsume."

But the boy nodded, trying to understand this game of charades before hesitently taking the hand. He questioned the other, Elliot's name once again being spoken, taking a few steps and wincing. His shoes hadn't been able to stand the cold weather and were now gone. His toes were blue as were the rest of him. His clothes signaled the heat of the desert so how he made it this far north was beyond Kashi.

"Ah, thank you dear. You don't grab your father's hair." and kissed the baby's hand, listening and shaking his head. "I don't know anyone with blue hair, especially foreign." He thought, "A foreigner? Nothing rings a bell."

Kid

Kashi traded as told, covering himself in his jacket once more before entering the store. It was filled with pens and inks and quills and pencils and envelopes and stamps. It was a writer's heaven. "Just don't frighten him, Tsume." and walked off to browse the shelves which held journals.

The boy trembled underneath the cloak, watching the other draw something on the paper. Oh. Oh! He knew this one! He took the pencil and wrote his name down. There was a problem though, the alphabet wasn't the same. It wasn't anywhere close to the same. It looked like scribbles.

Elliot frowned, holding Rin close. All they did was eat and sleep he wanted to hold them for a while. The little fingers were wrapped around his index and it was just the cutest. "I'd rather stay home. If anything they can bring him here. I'd like to just hold my boys today. I don't hold them a lot and I should."