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"For the last time, I don't do boys!" Lyr roared, finally getting a handle on something he could seriously get mad about without fear of making his life more a mess than it really was. The misapprehension had been going on almost since he'd met the young half-elf, and it was beginning to seriously impinge on Lyr's self-assurance. Maybe he'd have to have a serious talk with Kenkuroi. He'd have thought a night at the Scarlet Baths would have been a good beginning, but maybe... and the pink robe! Though it was really probably Lyr's fault, since he paid the expenses around here, the sight of the pink stuff with the crescent and the frills sent him over the edge. He had to vent his current frustrations on something.
"Take that stupid thing off." He growled at Kenkuroi, nodding vehemently at the bathrobe, and as soon as he did realized how his comment could be taken. Borthanas.
Lyr felt himself start sweating, and, unprepaired because of his involvement with his nanny's attire, almost missed Ality falling into his arms.
"Oooph." Lyr even stepped backward as the redhead's weight hit him, and for the first time he wondered seriously whether she was truly pregnant. She was definitely heavier than he remembered! And softer... and curvier... Lyr wasn't sure why he was actually aware of these things, now, of all times, but he was, and felt beads of nervous moisture run down the sides of his face.
Because he couldn't resist, he slid a guilty, hunted glance up to Lynessa and immediately took his eyes away. He saw just enough to read fascination and not enough to read either the amusement or the curiosity written on her features. He glanced down at the fiery bundle in his arms, and opened his mouth to say feth, no!.. but didn't.
What would Lynessa think if he said no? And... what if... what Ality said was true... and she actually needed him? He hadn't really found out what she was doing in Secycleon the last two times they'd met - considering the trying circumstances of those events, there hadn't been time - aw, "Feth it!"
But it was a yes sort of feth it not a no sort of feth it.
At least if people saw Ality traipsing around the house in a pink bathrobe they'd get the right ideas about him, instead of thinking he liked it that way. And... and Lyr had to admit, he sort of liked the thought of Ality traipsing around in a pink robe that left little to the imagination. And no boxers, of course!
"Er, feth sure." Lyr hefted Ality, uncomfortable with his own thoughts and uncomfortable that he was uncomfortable with his own thoughts, and glanced around for a chair. The "dreamhouse" was definitely a work in progress, and seeing no chair in the vicinity, Lyr contented himself with trying to turn Ality's floppy form around, so that her face wasn't smooshed into his naked belly in a very awkward (and, again, open to wild interpretations) way. Considering the fact that Ality was a short girl, it took a surprising amount of effort what with her arms flopping around and all, and the effort only made their situation less above-board than it was.
Really, men's bodies had two brains: and Lyr was in a great position to judge that fact at the moment. One of Lyr's brains was telling him that this was nuts and he should run away, the other one... well, the other one was making its presence known. And Ality, if she were at all alive, must have been aware of it... considering her proximity to the "brain" in question.
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