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Florida frowned softly as he tried to recall any messengers before the fight that broke out. What messengers? He hadn't received any--Oh, of course. The pirates that Oglethorpe sent to harass and attack him. Rutilio sighed softly and chewed on his lip for a moment before speaking again. "Those men were shady looking," he agreed simply. There was no sense in arguing over it now and he wasn't sure if it was the right time to try explaining the true nature of those "messengers" and their visits to his home. Georgia always had been too trusting.

Rutilio hesitated then paled slightly when Christian brought up telling Tennessee about it. Good God. He would be lucky if that guitar psycho didn't conquer him again for being this close to his brother. While Andrew was generally pretty passive about them arguing and having their normal spats, Florida's Pensacola all but ached at the reminder of what the protective little brother had done to him when he thought he'd been picking on Georgia. If he somehow came to the conclusion Rutilio had seduced his older sibling, he'd probably wipe him off the map this time.

"D-Do we really have to?" he asked weakly even though he knew the answer all too well. "Even the violent ones?"

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"You are not the one most likely to be strung up for target practice..." Florida muttered as he watched Georgia head over the the kitchen. He was about to question how he knew since the timer had yet to go off, but as soon as he opened his mouth he heard it himself. Rutilio blinked before smiling to himself as he turned around on the couch to watch his former friend in the kitchen. Perhaps he should have known better than to doubt the Peach State's pastry senses. It was only then he took particular notice of the apron and his smile turned into a little grin.

"So... are you going to be the house maker?" he asked mischievously. "I'm sure Conch would be happy to have a mother figure around~!" Actually, he wondered how the young micronation would take the news. Sometimes Conch was a little hard to predict and there were times when Rutilio didn't even realized he'd upset her until the tiny girl started throwing Cuban bread at him... Their home life could be a bit chaotic at times but for the most part they got along swimmingly.

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It was Rutilio's turn to pout when Georgia brought up how Conch had defeated him with bread. "I just went easy on her because she's a cute little kid!" he objected with a small huff. He was never going to live that down. Still, Conch had been really cute in her "battle gear" of a firefighter hat and rain boots. The Floridian began to wonder if he remembered to bring the picture of her he had taken when she was on the warpath. Even though it simultaneously commemorated a humiliating event in his life, he liked to show off how adorable she was when he got the chance.

Rutilio's pout faded when he felt Georgia nuzzle up against him. It still felt odd to be so snugly with someone who had thrown dangerous objects at his head just for walking in the door sometimes. (Usually because of some preexisting altercation, but that wasn't the point.) Anyway, it took a moment for Florida to snake his arm around Christian's waste in return while he mused over how to address his Georgian's predicament.

"That bored, you say?" Rutilio asked with a devious glint in his eyes and smirked like a wolf closing in on a little lamb. He certainly knew his favorite game when bored was to try seeing how flustered (or angry) he could get the ever so innocent Georgia. "Let us see... we have already covered basic kissing. There are other things I could teach you since we're alone..."

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Florida grinned at the question as the lamb fell right into his trap. Without warning he shifted and gently pushed Christian down against the couch beneath him so he could lean over the younger boy suggestively even though he still kept a few inches between their bodies. He leaned his lips down to whisper some less than child appropriate suggestions about touching, caressing and general love making into poor Georgia's sensitive and gentlemanly ears. Some of it surely the far more naive boy had at least heard suggestions of in the past, but Rutilio had a special way of saying things. Especially when he spoke some of the more dirty things in Spanish since English just made them sound vulgar in his opinion.

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