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Tony was sitting on the bench, humming as he watched his pink-headed bundled up boy play in the sand box. Of course, Theis wasn't really in the sand box. Sand was dirty and Theis didn't like getting dirty. He was carefully, oh so carefully, using a shovel to make his lopsided sand thing. Tony wasn't sure what it was, but whatever.

His blond hair blew in the wind that suddenly picked up, tangling it up. He brought a delicate looking hand up and pushed his hair behind his ear again. Just as he did, he jumped when he heard a male voice call out.

Eyes turned to look at who was yelling and was surprised at what he saw. A dragontaur boy playing with leaves and a very serious, but good looking, man. How interesting! Time to turn on the charm and see if he could pick up this other guy.

"Hello there!"

The pixie boy turned and looked toward his father, trying to see who he was talking to. Did his father know anyone? It made him pause completely in his sculpture, his tail thumping against the ground. He'd bathe later.

A sharp scream echoed from the pink haired boy as sand flew all over him and in his hair. The pixie darted from the sandbox with tears in his eyes and he clung to Tony's legs, muttering something in sharp, high notes that couldn't be deciphered by anyone who didn't know the boy. Tears were rolling down his cheeks now, which only made him panic more.

From a back next to him, Tony produced a small hand vacuum which was labeled Theis on it and he began to clean the boy off. Even vacuuming up his hair. It didn't take long to get the little amount of sand off of him and he cleaned up Theis' face with a sigh, looking to the man. "Yes, he's mine. He's ....a little afraid of dirt and germs." He murmured something in Theis' ear and the boy thumped his big tail on the grass again and, seeming content for now, he moved back to the sand box, standing away from it.

".....Uhm... Y-you... you killed my castle..." Theis voice was small and girly. Much like himself.

Tony looked back to the man with a smile after putting the vacuum up. "Sorry about that. He's fine, really."

Theis shifted his weight from foot to foot and watched the other. This boy looked frantic to rebuild what was destroyed and he knelt down on the grass, wings fluttering as he picked up his shovel with two fingers. "I'll play... My name is Theis." He figured he'd introduce himself now than later. "B-but.... but... no dirt.. on me?"

Honestly, he didn't want to explain why, but if he had to, he would.

Tony looked to James and patted the seat next to him. "Come on. Join me here. ...This is honestly the first... time I've seen him interact with another ...kid that got him dirty."

Theis moved to help the boy when he promised no more dirt would get on him. There were just certain things he couldn't handle. Dirt and grime was one of them. Which is why the pixie was so glad it was cold. That meant absolutely no sweat!

Those big black eyes of his wandered to the taur's hair, it was rainbow! Like the pins on his shirt. He had a fascination for rainbows. "...What's your name?" Theis asked, making a very lopsided tower.

Tony grinned and shrugged. "I'm good company, I suppose. 's all there is to it. But seriously, love. No one knows what they're doing at first. He seems happy enough. So you're doing a good job, I think. My name is Antony Wicket. But everyone calls me Tony."

"Mistakes happen, love," Tony said, watching the other man with great interest. But then he looked back to the children and sighed. "Theis... Well, he's a handful, that is for sure. Everything has to be spotless. No dirt, no germs. He has to watch me clean so he knows I got everything. ...But he's a good kid. ...You know, when he's not crying or screaming bloody murder because the green beans touch the mashed potatoes."

Tony leaned back against the bench, putting his arms around the back. Which meant one was behind James. Oh, so smoothly hitting on this guy.

"Sticky sand is bad." Theis nodded at his own words and blinked, big black eyes looking to the boy. "....What's your name? You didn't tell me. ....But... your... hair is so pretty." Oh, the little pixie. Anything with color or anything shiny was automatically examined and played with, dirty or not.

"Hey, hey..." Tony leaned forward and patted the other on the back. like long time friends. "Don't go beating yourself up now. I mean, parenting isn't a switch. Women have more instincts because they, usually, carry the child with them for so long. If they adopt, it's because their clock was ticking and their instincts were in overdrive. A guy?" He paused for a grin, "Well. We don't have instincts. We gotta build up a routine that works. Eventually we'll get a kick in the a** to say: Hey, you're a dad."

Corwin. Corwin was a weird name. But it was pretty. Like the hair that now fell over the taur's shoulders. Oh, he wanted to pet it and touch it and put it against his face. But that would be weird, right? It was one thing to do it to a teddy bear or stuffed animal, but to another boy's hair? That was sill. Still, the urge was there.

Somehow, Theis tore his big black eyes away from Corwin's hair and back to the sand... structure. "Well... I.. I guess... we could go.. play somewhere else?"

"I live close by... I could invite you for coffee..." It was purred out, a very tempting invite if one was gay and interested. Coffee often led to a few things, in Tony's experiences, but that was fine. "The boys could stay here. We can watch them out the kitchen window." He pointed at a house behind him, his house, that looked fairly decent and clean on the outside. Tony patted James' thigh and got up, looking to Theis and Corwin.

"Theis, we're going to the house for a bit. Do you want to stay here with him or do you want to come home with him and play in your room?"

Black eyes widened when the dragon cleaned himself off and then grinned. Corwin was right! He didn't get any dirt on him. His tail flicked as he nodded and ran for the castle before stopping when he heard his dad talk.

"Uhm..."