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Dark fingers cheerfully went though the contents of the box, picking up clothing to unpack in the draw he now shared with his mate. Illy beamed at the word, the white scar visible on his shoulder caused by Gunners teeth say he was mated. He smoothed the shirt before looking down at his still flat stomach. Shopping..he would have to go shoping soon to get maturentiy wear. Perhaps Haku would be will to take him out again.. the little kitsune had the most wonderful taste in color, style, and texture in clothing.

Father would take him shoping when he arived. Assist on it..though getting his father to not rig all the windows and doors was going to be such a chore. Father could get so over protective.

A soft little sigh escaped the drow’s lips. His father rigging up traps in the small apartment was amusing and serious at the same time. Trying to explain his father’s paranoid was one thing he didn’t want to dwell. Instead he smoothed his hand down one of the dark sweaters he had unearthed setting it in another pile for storage. It was too warm to think about the soft wool. Fingers pet the fabric regretfully before diving back into the box to search for more summer and spring time attire.

Instead he smiled, thoughts going to the apartment, such a strange word apartment. He had never even thought about renting an apartment when he first came up instead hunting down the basement of a shop and fixing it up into a semblance of a home. He slept in a tent when he did visit with his cousin though that was going to change when he returned. Faintly he wondered if he should take Gunner to the camp for a family visit. His little half sister and mother would have to know sometime.

Blue eyes flickered closed a soft murr sound escaping his throat as he leaned back into the dragon. He wiggled his hips as they spooned, a blissful smile on his mouth. “I rather stay like this..but if your really wana help..” He trailed off eyes half lidded. “Try to find the box with my spring clothing in it?”

The ear Gunner was nosing flicked slightly, eyes half lidded in contement. He chuckled softly, giving a pleased murr as his check was kiss, hand stroaking his stomach slighlty. "Perhaps.."

His brow crinkled, trying to remember where he has set that box, what he had packed and is he had marked it. "..I can't remember truely," he said finally. And then that delious rubbing was back on his sensitive ears. "Mmm...Might be one in purple marker." He had gone a little happy with marking his boxes playing with the rainbow of colors the sharpies had came in. Perment ink was still coloring his hands.

"I think soley purple. It's a lovely color purple." Illy peered after his mate, eyeing the boxs in an attemp to remember what he had packed. They seemed lightly. Which met herbs for his shamanism, perhaps his bones carefully wrapped in fur and leather. He had not brought many of his bones, knowing Gunner's adversion of them. His mirror, and a pair of knives created from the bones of long past friends. Guilding knives. Or his clothing. Hopefully his clothing!

"It will wash off...maybe." He muttered eyeing the ink staining his dark skinned fingers. Well..it would wear of adventualy when his skin cells renewed themselves. "Think ink is bad for the baby?"

"Spring clothes?" Illy said hopefully, peering in the box hoping to see his light weight long sleeve cloths and light flowing pants. He grinned, seeing the pale colors of his favorite shirt. "It is!.."

He blinked, feet skidding slightly before he snapped to it, walking with Gunner to the bathroom. "It's perment though...I tried washing it off." He said blinking at Gunner.

"No..." Illy sigh and just pushed back, snuggling against Gunner as the dragon worked on rubbing the ink off his skin. "And we don't even know if it is bad for the babies. It would probably come off in a few days when my skin cells rejuvinated."