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Felix’s face split into a massive grin at the raised eyebrow. “Stubborn, maybe, but also hot as hell,” he pointed out, leaning back and taking another drink.

Ryo stared at him, “Hot as hell, huh?” He looked amused.

Felix blinked. “Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, quite loudly too. ” Ryo laughed.

“Damn,” he swore, smiling shyly. “I didn’t intend to say it aloud, but…yeah, I stand by it. You’re gorgeous.”

Ryo chuckled, looking at him, "I'm flattered. You're not bad looking yourself. "

Riley wobbled over to the liquor cabinet. “Yes, yes, we have lots of rum,” he said. “What kind do you want? Bacardi 151, Captain Morgan Private Stock, something I can’t read, Sailor Jerry’s…? We have a lot of rum.”

“Gimme the Bacardi.” Caen nudged him aside, grabbing the bottle.

Riley stumbled back slightly, nearly falling over. “Awesome. Pour me some?” he asked, righting himself and hanging off of Caen’s shoulders.

Caen chuckled, taking the bottle and moving both himself and Riley to the table to grab a cup, “only a little. You’ve had enough.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, moving to kiss his cheek. “Would you take advantage of me, hm?”

“Advantage of you? No way. ” he frowned, giving the other a look.

“What if I started it?” he asked, getting a handful of Caen’s shirt and tugged him forward. “Would you do it if I took advantage of you?”

"I'd kick your ass for being rude. After I fucked you into oblivion. " Caen growled.

“Exactly. You’re pregnant. ” Max said, giving her a look, “You gotta take care of yourself.” He would not allow her to work herself into hospital instructed bedrest.

Riley dropped the scrub brush back into the soapy bucket of water and sat back on his heels. “Lin, you’re about to pop,” he sighed. “You’re allowed to sit around and be pampered.”

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“I’m fine, Ry– and clearly you have never nested” Galinda replied, running her fingers through her curls, pushing them out of her face. “If it will hush you two up, I’ll rest, but I don’t like it,  this house is nowhere near ready for a baby.”

"The house is fine, babe. We have the nursery ready to go, the house is baby-proofed...it's fine. " Max said, moving to rub her leg gently.

Felix’s face split into a massive grin at the raised eyebrow. “Stubborn, maybe, but also hot as hell,” he pointed out, leaning back and taking another drink.

Ryo stared at him, “Hot as hell, huh?” He looked amused.

Felix blinked. “Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” he asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, quite loudly too. " Ryo laughed.

Riley wobbled over to the liquor cabinet. “Yes, yes, we have lots of rum,” he said. “What kind do you want? Bacardi 151, Captain Morgan Private Stock, something I can’t read, Sailor Jerry’s…? We have a lot of rum.”

“Gimme the Bacardi.” Caen nudged him aside, grabbing the bottle.

Riley stumbled back slightly, nearly falling over. “Awesome. Pour me some?” he asked, righting himself and hanging off of Caen’s shoulders.

Caen chuckled, taking the bottle and moving both himself and Riley to the table to grab a cup, “only a little. You’ve had enough.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, moving to kiss his cheek. “Would you take advantage of me, hm?”

"Advantage of you? No way. " he frowned, giving the other a look.

Felix’s face split into a massive grin at the raised eyebrow. “Stubborn, maybe, but also hot as hell,” he pointed out, leaning back and taking another drink.

Ryo stared at him, "Hot as hell, huh?" He looked amused.

Riley wobbled over to the liquor cabinet. “Yes, yes, we have lots of rum,” he said. “What kind do you want? Bacardi 151, Captain Morgan Private Stock, something I can’t read, Sailor Jerry’s…? We have a lot of rum.”

“Gimme the Bacardi.” Caen nudged him aside, grabbing the bottle.

Riley stumbled back slightly, nearly falling over. “Awesome. Pour me some?” he asked, righting himself and hanging off of Caen’s shoulders.

Caen chuckled, taking the bottle and moving both himself and Riley to the table to grab a cup, "only a little. You've had enough."

“Don’t get along with the old parental unit?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink without taking his eyes off of Ryo. The longer he talked, the less his accent sounded Texan and the more it sounded faintly British. He could never hide his origins for long, especially if he was comfortable with someone, and Ryo’s manner worked with the liquor to make him distressingly comfortable.

Ryo hummed thoughtfully, chuckling quietly, “You could say that.” His voice was soft, and he was enjoying the other company.

Felix scooted closer, reaching to rest his free hand on Ryo’s wrist. “That’s terrible,” he said sympathetically. “Everyone should have the opportunity to be close with their parents. You never know when you’ll be without them, after all.”

“…..I know. I make a point to talk to them. Just sometimes they don’t listen.”

“You’ve got to keep trying,” he insisted, ducking to look up into Ryo’s face. “I can see how much it hurts you.”

"I keep trying. I've got my father's stubbornness." Ryo blinked at him, eyebrow raising.

Riley wobbled over to the liquor cabinet. “Yes, yes, we have lots of rum,” he said. “What kind do you want? Bacardi 151, Captain Morgan Private Stock, something I can’t read, Sailor Jerry’s…? We have a lot of rum.”

"Gimme the Bacardi." Caen nudged him aside, grabbing the bottle.

“Don’t get along with the old parental unit?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink without taking his eyes off of Ryo. The longer he talked, the less his accent sounded Texan and the more it sounded faintly British. He could never hide his origins for long, especially if he was comfortable with someone, and Ryo’s manner worked with the liquor to make him distressingly comfortable.

Ryo hummed thoughtfully, chuckling quietly, “You could say that.” His voice was soft, and he was enjoying the other company.

Felix scooted closer, reaching to rest his free hand on Ryo’s wrist. “That’s terrible,” he said sympathetically. “Everyone should have the opportunity to be close with their parents. You never know when you’ll be without them, after all.”

".....I know. I make a point to talk to them. Just sometimes they don't listen."

The younger wolf grinned, laughing musically. “Struck a nerve, have I?” he teased, circling around behind him. He offered Caen the half-empty Solo cup of wine he was currently schnockered off. “Drink with me, nerdface, or I’ll find worse things to call you.”

Caen rolled his eyes, taking the cup, “You’re a dick when you’re drinking. Why are you so insistent I drink, hm? Trying to get into my britches?”

“So what if I am?” he challenged, wobbling slightly in his direction. “You’re my favorite nerd to insult when I’m drunk, and it’s more fun when you’re drinking, too.” He booped him gently on the nose.

Caen rolled his eyes, amusement showing on his face, “Oh fine. I’ll get some alcohol too. Just not wine. ”

Riley grunted, appeased, and finished the cup on his own. “Sounds lovely. What’re we drinking?” he asked, clapping a hand on Caen’s shoulder.

"Dunno. Something strong. Rum? We have rum?"

The younger wolf grinned, laughing musically. “Struck a nerve, have I?” he teased, circling around behind him. He offered Caen the half-empty Solo cup of wine he was currently schnockered off. “Drink with me, nerdface, or I’ll find worse things to call you.”

Caen rolled his eyes, taking the cup, “You’re a dick when you’re drinking. Why are you so insistent I drink, hm? Trying to get into my britches?”

“So what if I am?” he challenged, wobbling slightly in his direction. “You’re my favorite nerd to insult when I’m drunk, and it’s more fun when you’re drinking, too.” He booped him gently on the nose.

Caen rolled his eyes, amusement showing on his face, "Oh fine. I'll get some alcohol too. Just not wine. "

“Don’t get along with the old parental unit?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink without taking his eyes off of Ryo. The longer he talked, the less his accent sounded Texan and the more it sounded faintly British. He could never hide his origins for long, especially if he was comfortable with someone, and Ryo’s manner worked with the liquor to make him distressingly comfortable.

Ryo hummed thoughtfully, chuckling quietly, "You could say that." His voice was soft, and he was enjoying the other company.

Felix smiled. “I believe I just gave you mine, but in case you missed it,” he said, turning to face the man before him. He leaned most of his weight on the counter as he surveyed his features. “I’m Felix. Galahad. Felix Galahad. Wow, that was smoother in my head.”

The other laughed, tilting his head back, “Ryo Gauntier.” He looked back at Felix, “It’s a pleasure.”

“That’s an interesting combination of cultures,” Felix commented. “Ryo, from the Japanese, and Gauntier, clearly French. How does one come by such a diverse name?” He recovered quickly from his less-than-suave introduction.

“Parents fascinated by Japanese culture. ” he shrugged, “I’m full-blooded Frenchman, strangely.” He smiled at the other man’s recovery, “My full name is Ryoan.”

“How many people read that on paper as Ryan before you started shortening to Ryo?” Felix teased, picking up his drink and fiddling with the straw. God, this man was so attractive that he made Felix tongue-tied and stupid. It was great.

He snorted, taking a sip from his own drink, “Literally everyone. It was ridiculous. ” he studied the other curiously.

Felix laughed more heartily than he’d intended to. “At least it’s a good, strong name. Ryo, literally translated, means ‘cool’, as in aloof. It could also mean ‘distant’ or ‘reality’, depending on the kanji form you used. The base word, though, ryu, generally means ‘dragon’ or ‘dragonlike’. I think your parents expected you to be a warrior; cool, aloof, distant, a dragon rooted in reality.” He swirled his drink around the glass, listening to the whiskey rocks clatter against the glass and watching the thin little straw he’d stuck into it spin.

Ryo watched him, humming thoughtfully, “Hm. That would be something they would do. I could live with it if that were their intentions. ”

“Why do I get the feeling it wasn’t?” he asked, glancing back up at him through his eyelashes. He unconsciously scooted closer.

"Because it really wasn't. I don't know what their intentions were when they gave me the name." He sighed to himself, glancing st the other male curiously.

The younger wolf grinned, laughing musically. “Struck a nerve, have I?” he teased, circling around behind him. He offered Caen the half-empty Solo cup of wine he was currently schnockered off. “Drink with me, nerdface, or I’ll find worse things to call you.”

Caen rolled his eyes, taking the cup, "You're a dick when you're drinking. Why are you so insistent I drink, hm? Trying to get into my britches?"

Felix smiled. “I believe I just gave you mine, but in case you missed it,” he said, turning to face the man before him. He leaned most of his weight on the counter as he surveyed his features. “I’m Felix. Galahad. Felix Galahad. Wow, that was smoother in my head.”

The other laughed, tilting his head back, “Ryo Gauntier.” He looked back at Felix, “It’s a pleasure.”

“That’s an interesting combination of cultures,” Felix commented. “Ryo, from the Japanese, and Gauntier, clearly French. How does one come by such a diverse name?” He recovered quickly from his less-than-suave introduction.

“Parents fascinated by Japanese culture. ” he shrugged, “I’m full-blooded Frenchman, strangely.” He smiled at the other man’s recovery, “My full name is Ryoan.”

“How many people read that on paper as Ryan before you started shortening to Ryo?” Felix teased, picking up his drink and fiddling with the straw. God, this man was so attractive that he made Felix tongue-tied and stupid. It was great.

He snorted, taking a sip from his own drink, “Literally everyone. It was ridiculous. ” he studied the other curiously.

Felix laughed more heartily than he’d intended to. “At least it’s a good, strong name. Ryo, literally translated, means ‘cool’, as in aloof. It could also mean ‘distant’ or ‘reality’, depending on the kanji form you used. The base word, though, ryu, generally means ‘dragon’ or ‘dragonlike’. I think your parents expected you to be a warrior; cool, aloof, distant, a dragon rooted in reality.” He swirled his drink around the glass, listening to the whiskey rocks clatter against the glass and watching the thin little straw he’d stuck into it spin.

Ryo watched him, humming thoughtfully, "Hm. That would be something they would do. I could live with it if that were their intentions. "