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Reese leaned into Zyan, his head resting against her...feeling so happy, but a different sort of happy. He didn't really get attention like this from Edge or Wilbur. Sure, they were great role models and perfect father figures, but they weren't, couldn't, be women. And while Edge would hug and rock Reese, like any mother might, this left a different sort of fuzziness inside the little seahorse child. He squeezed warmly around Zyanya's middle, snuggling against her...closing his eyes as she pet his hair.

"Kay," he muttered quietly, almost sounding like he was falling asleep. "I won't." He promised her in his head...no one would name his dragon, 'cept for him. And he'd pick the best name in the world...just for Zyan.

The next day would find Reese curled up as close as possible to Zyanya, an appendage or two (like his arm and his tail) curled across or around something of Z's. He was breathing deeply, not quite a snore, and would twitch slightly in a dream. They'd be covered in a blanket...probably Edge or Wilbur, if not both at some point, coming in during the night to check on them.


Speaking of Wilbur, he quietly made his way into the room...feeling out of place. It was breakfast time and while Reese was usually good with cereal of some sort the butler needed to check on what the mantis girl wanted. He was missing the tray he usually carried in during the morning.

Moving over closer to the ed, he'd clear his throat gently...and again, louder, if the first one went unnoticed. Gradually, his attempts to rouse the sleeping pair would get louder.

"Young Sir? Miss Z? Good morning...it's time to wake up."

Wilbur paused for a second when he caught Z's gaze. Hmm...so that was going to be the game, huh? Well then... ... ...no. Better not. That would be sicking to a level the butler didn't want to go to. But he could tell right now, sleepovers were not going to be fun things in the future.

Especially not with Z as the guest.

"Reese. Zyanya. You must wake up. It's time for breakfast." He tried again, speaking in a normal tone and with a little urgency. Oh, just wake up and tell me what you want. Then I can go away and you can come down for breakfast whenever you want...


Reese barely stirred, shifting some and making a little groan. He was comfy. He was sleeping. He squeezed around Z a little, thinking it was the carnival bear he usually hugged during the night. But when the thing beside him didn't squish, it sort of triggered in his brain. One eye, then another, fluttered...he glanced at Z tiredly before sort of lifting his head and looking around.

"Mmph...morning?" he muttered, looking at Z again. He was still half asleep. He smiled, happy to see her there, and laid his head down again. "Morning," he cooed...and probably fell back to sleep.


Wilbur sighed again, sounding a little defeated. "Very well." With that, he turned, heading for the door. "But I'll have no complaints about soggy cereal." It was spoken directly for Z...and there was no mistaking that.

(( OMG...sleepover at Z's house would be awesome!!! Reese would flip! ))


Reese's nose wrinkled as he was tickled. He made a little whine sound, disgruntled would be a good word, and turned his head into the pillow under his head. As his side was tickled, he muttered again...and turned his back to Zyanya.

"Nooo," he whined quietly. He was waking. Slowly. It was hard to sleep through being poked and prodded and tickled. nd athe mention of soggy cereal, his face crinkled in disgust. He hated soggy cereal.

"No," he said again, still sounding out of it, but there was a definite edge to his voice that signaled he was becoming more coherent. "No thereal."

It was the nibbling that brought him out of it fully, getting him to squeal and turn away from Zyanya. Reese curled up into a little ball...making the failed attempt to protect himself. "Noooo," he whined again, giggling. A hand reached to playfully swat the mantis girl's way, barely making contact with her shoulder.

Finally, he's roll over to face her. Propping himself up onto one elbow, eyes still heavy with sleep, he'd rub the back of his hand against his face and move the hair that was definitely getting too long out of his vision.

"I'm awake," he muttered groggily, instinctively looking to where Wilbur usually had breakfast waiting for him on his table. He frowned, squinting a bit...yeah. No food. That wasn't good. Maybe he could talk Wilbur into making something special since Z was over. Like waffles! Oh, Reese loved it when Wilbur made waffles.

"Can we have breakfath firth?" he questioned. Poppa said it was important to have a good meal at the start of the day. Ooh, orange juice. Reese really wanted orange juice.

Reese - sweet, innocent Reese who lived with two other males and had never seen a naked girl in his short life - tilted his head curiously as Zyanya stripped in front of him. What were those...bumps? He looked down at his chest, then back at Z's, blinking several times. And how come hers where bigger than his?

"What'th that?" Reese asked as he scooted into Zyanya's outstretched hands, putting his palms on her elbows to look at her from arm's length. His tail curling around her hip, he bluntly poked a finger right at the top of Z's boob.

"It'th thquithy," he observed, poking it again.

Reese gasped softly, immediately halting in his actions of supposed destruction. "Thorry," he spoke quietly, though he continued to look at the foreign objects with interest. Why didn't he have boobs? Strange as they looked, they were nifty things! Soft and squishy...he was kinda sad he couldn't poke them anymore.

And he wasn't sure about this Narayan person. There was something about the look on Z's face that made Reese feel...angry. But not angry, it wasn't like that. He really wasn't sure what it was. Like being sad and angry and just generally not happy all rolled into one. Really, he didn't like the idea of Zyanya hanging out with anyone else other than him. She was his friend, after all.

"I'll paint you too!" he finally exclaimed as Zyanya carried him, presumingly heading down the stairs and towards the kitchen. And he wouldn't wait until Z had bigger boobs either! He'd make a pretty picture for her today!

"Coming down for breakfast?" called Wilbur from in the kitchen, hearing the little one's shout from the steps. Finally, he'd thought they'd never wake up.