Zaire bear?
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Thread Topic: Zaire bear?
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Lucifer: *taps fingers against the wheel because he's nervous* I know, I know.. Look, we'll talk about him later. Why don't you tell me about your day, hm?
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*crosses his arms*
Then I'm throwing a party tomorrow, since you want to see me with my friends, right?
Hunter: We don't mean it like that and you know it.
Oh, I can never tell anymore. You're so hypocritical, anyway! Grandma Lacy hated Damian for the longest time, and you went against her and had me. Now you're acting just like her! You don't like Flynn. But I love him. And I don't care if he's got heart problems, it wasn't as if he asked to have them. I want to take care of him. -
Flynn: It was a good day. My heart was alright through class, but it didn't like volleyball practice very much. Being a setter is easy on my body though, and I get to toss to Zaire~
Damian: *thinking* A small party doesn't sound like a bad idea.. *puckers lips, narrowing eyes* What did you call me? I'm your mother.. And don't relate us to that she-beast! We're not trying to keep your from him because you're both boys, we just don't want you to be stuck with someone who you may not want to be with later. -
Lucifer: Aww.. *reaches out a hand to pat his arm* Maybe I can stay to watch a practice..? If you boys don't mind, of course. I'd like to see your play style.
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*relaxes a bit, sighing*
I know, I know. I'm sorry, okay? But I wish you'd let me love the boy I want. I've loved him for years. If I didn't love him, I would have ditched him after two years. And I want you to give him a chance. Please? I'll.. I'll take that party, but I really do want you to try to see my point of view.
Hunter: ..Mm.. *deep in thought* *leans back* Let's discuss that party.
Twenty people?
Hunter: Try ten or less. -
Flynn: That, or you can start coming to our games. *whines* I want you to come see us play a real match, when we work our hardest.
Damian: *follows Hunter, avoiding the first topic* I said a small party. And I expect everyone to respect our home. I know how parties can be, and I don't mind a little garbage, but if I find a dingle thing broken in this house, you're paying it off. *rests chin in palm, smiling* Your father and I will leave on a date night, so we'll be trusting you to take care of everything. -
Lucifer: When's your next game?
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Zaire: *pouts, slowly going back to eating food* Mm.. You made me so sad, I like large scale parties. With blasting music, a lot of food, soda.. *grins* Are you sure fifteen is too many?
Hunter: Don't make me say five people.:I -
Flynn: In a week or so. I'll check our sports calendar when we get home.
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Damian: Ten's enough for now. If things go well, we'll discuss having more people over for the next one. *noms potatoes* We'll go get snacks for it tomorrow. Just write up a list for me~ *coos* -
Lucifer: Alright.. You'll have to remind me, you know! *aaaand rolling intro drive way* Otherwise I might forget.
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Zaire: *nods, thinking* Okay.. I'll get you that list. And I'll text my friends.. Minus Flynn, since this is a friend thing. *eyes them*
Hunter: *pleased expression lol* -
Flynn: I will, Momma~ *gets out, hurrying to the door* Let's hurry up and eat dinner. And Dad's home, right?
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Damian: That's my good boy. Besides, if he loves you, he won't be upset about not being invited. *stands to take care of plate and kisses son's forehead* Make sure you take a shower before bed. Your hair looks a bit greasy. -
Lucifer: *follows suit, spinning keys on finger* Of course he is. He's been waiting for us. *unlocks the door*
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Zaire: *kissed* *smiles to himself, looking down at plate* Mm.. Okay. I will. *finises what is on own plate*
Hunter: *v happy with their solution* *gets up once finished, walking over to rinse plate off* You're such a great mother. -
Flynn: Has he? *rushes in when the door's unlocked* Dad! We're home~
Phoenix: *putting glasses on, smiling* There's my lovelies. And where were you that had your mother in such a hurry?
Flynn: At a friend's. They didn't want me to walk because it was dark out.
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Damian: *blush* I try to be.. *looks back at Zaire while rinsing plate* Eat as much as you want, sweetie. -
Lucifer: *sighs happily at the warmth, shutting the door behind him* Ahh, so warm.. Mm, I didn't know Flynn had stopped at a friend's. I knew it was getting a little late, so I rushed. My bad, Nixy.. *goes over to kiss his forehead*
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Zaire: Are you sure? *looks up at Damian* I don't want to eat too much if you want some more. -
Phoenix: Mm.. It's alright, so long as you're both home and safe. *kisses his cheek, moving for his lips*
Flynn: *rolls eyes and snickers* Save the PDA, Dad. We need to get some food, especially me. I worked hard in volleyball today! *pout*
Phoenix: Did you? *smile* Just don't over do anything.
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Damian: I'm sure. You had volleyball practice, right? I bet you worked up an appetite. Just do momma a favor and put left-overs in Tupperware in the fridge. Okay? *smiles* I'm going to go make your father massage my back and neck. These people at work are stressing me out. -
Lucifer: *giggles happily, wrapping arms around his neck for a moment* *looks back at Flynn* We worry about you all the time! It's our job, isn't it? Anyway... What were you thinking for food, Phoenix?
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Yeah, I did. It wasn't as exhausting as some of our other practices, though.
*smiles back, nodding*
I will. I hope your back feels better.
Hunter: Oh, it will~ I have magic fingers. *wiggles hand, putting hand on Damian's lower back to lead him out with Zaire snickering behind them* -
Flynn: I knooow~ *squeezes in between them like a small child*
Phoenix: *chuckle* Hmm.. I don't care, whatever you two want is fine by me. Probably something with a lot of protein for our Flynn.
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Damian: *rolls eyes* He gives himself too much credit. *rests head on his shoulder, walking to their room* -
Lucifer: Hello there! *giggles* *pats his head* Hot dogs sound good? Nice and quick, and meaty!
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Hunter: Oh~? *purrs* Don't say such things.
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