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Alistaire pointed excitedly to the centaur again and took advantage of Alexis's approach to throw himself right down to his sitter's arms with a reckless squeal, his short little lavendar kimono fluttering open to reveal his little white onesie, cheerfully labelled "Baby sometimes bites."

Alexis gave a soft grunt as he caught the sea fox in his arms and stumbled back a step, he hadn’t been quite expecting the weight although it wasn’t heavy at all the twins where growing very fast indeed. Once he had firm hold on the infant he shifted him so that he could balance him on his hip and then hold him with both arms. He had seen the message written on the white under the kimono. “Just great, but I could have used the warning earlier.” Alexis said ruefully pocking at the infants stomach playfully where the message was written.

He turned back to Neji, careful to keep Alistaire out of hair tugging and biting distance. “Thanks for you’re concern, but as you cane se he’s fine. This is Alistaire the owners soon. His twin should be round somewhere although I think he’s with his father…mother…ah I forget how these things work.” He looked at the centaur sympathetically. "I guess you will. How long will that be?"

Alistaire giggled at the poking, then leaned back to gaze at Neji upside down. He grinned, exposing tiny fangs from his kitsune half that went along with the lavender tipped ears, although their rounded shape, the stormy blue eyes, and webbed fingers and toes belied his mermaid heritage as well. "Wide howrsie!"

(( YAY. Jaysen's here. XD; ))

Caine sighed in exasperation, before he flung himself ontop of his favored, italian leather couch with a heave, still adorned in that comfortable, attire that included his favorite pair of dark-washed jeans and a navy blue, polo t-shirt that he found while he rummaged through the 'oldies' in his wardrobe. He watched Rhodes not too far from him, dawdling around hoping to find something bigger than him to tear down just to create a hell of a mess. "Rhodes..I'm telling you! You're growing up like Daddy each and every day, little man," Caine playfully scolded towards the young kit fox, tugging on his cereleaun-tinged tail when he'd strayed too close to the "preying" mother of his earning his squeals of delight.

"Nu-uhhhhh! I'm n'wot daddy, s'willy!" Rhodes stuck out his little, pink tongue before shaking his left, index-finger at Caine in a rather, mocking-tone, resulting in the swoop into the air from the Prince and a barrage of tickling fingers. Giggling and practically screaming through the squeals of excitement, the young heir-to-be's cereleaun-tinged ears pricked forward towards the direction of the main entrance, the young kit piquing with interest let out a loud yell. "HELLO!"

Chrisitan, still clad in his black underwear and tight sleevless shirt was still in the kitchen, washing up some dishes when he heard Rhodes loud call and smirked, figuring he better yell back "HELLO RHODES!!!" he yelled out from the kitchen enterance

Caine chuckled warmheartedly, impressed by his son's courageous, outgoing behaviour that seemed to have been coming from both Caine and Logan's traits as usual. Shaking his head almost teasingly, the Prince gathered the mischevious, little Rhodes in his arms holding his head to his slim, firm chest doting on the child with his soft, alluring purrs into his ear in hopes to calm the kit fox down just a tad. It was nice to have his twin sons, the terrible duo they were when they'd found just the right thing to mess with, but they were his. His terrible, 'tornado' duo.

"Daddy..! Let's play, please?" Rhodes whined trying to push back against the firm, yet gentle hand that kept his silvery-white head ontop of the Prince's chest as he nibbled on the collar of his father's polo shirt. It was apparently lucky for Caine, that the twins had now learned to eat food that was nourishing and more appetizing because the twins had started teething and clawing---the sharp, growing canines of two, young infants would really hurt. The small, cereleaun-tinged ears of Rhodes twitched irritabily under his father's hand as those common, golden-yellow eyes of his embezzled themselves in the jewelry that the Prince was wearing.