09-19-2015, 05:50 PM
With Irina Marveet
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Irina was amused by the way the two kids interacted. The quiet looks slung back and forth. The subtle jabs at each other. They were cute in a nostalgic kind of way. What was said, though, struck her attention surprised.
"You mean to say he was stumbling through the woods naked as the day he was born?"
She let her head hang back and laughed at the ceiling. "That sounds like my Jaxen. Any idea what he was doing out there?"
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Jaxen wound his way toward the nearest staircase. All seven of his various siblings (and half-siblings) were here often enough to keep a stash of clothes around. Fortunately, that was often enough to stay with the trends of the season. He himself was longing for a more comfortable pair of pants. The ones Stanislav brought were far too baggy around the thigh and calf. While they fit close enough in the waist, he was sure they were about to fall off. Not to mention the horrible things they did to the shape of his otherwise sweet ass.
Reaching the second level, he heard footsteps hurry up behind him. He quickly ducked into the nearest room, which happened to be a bedroom that wasn't his. Or the one he claimed as his. He left the door open a crack and watched from hidden angle as Stanislav hurried by. No doubt going in search of Jaxen.
He twiddled his fingers, thinking through options. There was a bathroom attached to this bedroom as each had their own, but there would be nothing but a towel to wear around afterward if he showered in it. Ah well. What were they going to do? Drag him down to his father in a bathrobe? It was worth the risk, and better than showing up looking like the hell he did now.
He peeled the shirt off his head, dropped it on the floor and headed toward the bathroom.
Irina was amused by the way the two kids interacted. The quiet looks slung back and forth. The subtle jabs at each other. They were cute in a nostalgic kind of way. What was said, though, struck her attention surprised.
"You mean to say he was stumbling through the woods naked as the day he was born?"
She let her head hang back and laughed at the ceiling. "That sounds like my Jaxen. Any idea what he was doing out there?"
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Jaxen wound his way toward the nearest staircase. All seven of his various siblings (and half-siblings) were here often enough to keep a stash of clothes around. Fortunately, that was often enough to stay with the trends of the season. He himself was longing for a more comfortable pair of pants. The ones Stanislav brought were far too baggy around the thigh and calf. While they fit close enough in the waist, he was sure they were about to fall off. Not to mention the horrible things they did to the shape of his otherwise sweet ass.
Reaching the second level, he heard footsteps hurry up behind him. He quickly ducked into the nearest room, which happened to be a bedroom that wasn't his. Or the one he claimed as his. He left the door open a crack and watched from hidden angle as Stanislav hurried by. No doubt going in search of Jaxen.
He twiddled his fingers, thinking through options. There was a bathroom attached to this bedroom as each had their own, but there would be nothing but a towel to wear around afterward if he showered in it. Ah well. What were they going to do? Drag him down to his father in a bathrobe? It was worth the risk, and better than showing up looking like the hell he did now.
He peeled the shirt off his head, dropped it on the floor and headed toward the bathroom.