Ender’s face twisted in disgust. “Those fucking bastards.”
“Yeah. That was just one of many attempts by them to sabotage his birth control. It’s made him rightfully paranoid about it.”
Ender nodded. “It's only logical he wouldn’t trust what’s here.”
Cyrus wasn’t sure it was completely logical, considering how locked down Ender had the compound, but…well, the Gorgon was a paranoid loon, so he supposed it would make sense to him.
He’d only the other day discovered just how many cameras there were, and that there was not a single location in the compound without eyes on it. Which was disturbing, even after Ender had assured him that they had programs to detect suspicious activity, so actual eyes wouldn’t see things like bedrooms and bathrooms unless flagged.
Shaking that bit of information from his mind, as he really didn’t want to think about it, Cyrus asked, “So, what are you making?”
“Booties,” Ender beamed, as he held up a partially made tiny purple bootie.
“It’s so small,” Cyrus said with a smile, before blanching. “Holy shit, we haven’t bought anything yet!”
One of Ender’s brows rose. “Talking about clothes?”
“Clothes, toys, and everything else!?”
The Gorgon giggled. “Bought many weeks before you came.”
“Ah…I see…” He winced as he failed to hide the disappointment in his voice.
“But we can buy more together, maybe…if you want?” the Gorgon mumbled after a moment.
A wide smile spread across his face at the man’s words. “I’d like that.”
Ender smiled back, but then his eyes suddenly went wide, as he blurted, “By together, I mean with Soren. You can send us pictures, and we can yae or nae it.”
Cyrus burst out laughing. “Ohh, you haven’t even gone with me, and I’ve already scared you away from shopping.”
Ender snorted. “Rather than me being scared, I’d say the worry is more that I’ll end up murdering you.”
Still laughing, Cyrus asked, “Is that the worry?”
“Yes,” Ender said, seeming completely serious.
After setting his knitting hooks aside, Ender held up the booties to show Cyrus, as he happily chimed, “First pair done!”
The Fate, who had been putting clothes away in one of the dressers, walked over and took one, a smile on his face. “They are so cute. What…” The Cryptid trailed off when Ender’s phone started ringing.
Frowning, he tossed the bootie he still had in his hand aside, and snagged it off the nightstand. Releasing the screen, he answered, “What’s up, Toddles?”
“Killian disappeared,” Soren said, his accent out.
His vision spun, going black for a moment, as his brain tried to make sense of what his brother had just said. Struggling tomaintain Cyrus’ increasingly concerned gaze, his hands started to shake as his breathing sped up.
Ender did his best to not drop the phone as he put it on speaker, before almost whispering, “What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry, Ender. He was there one moment, and then gone the next!”
Cyrus blanched at the words, the man’s hand clenching around the baby bootie as the Fate’s whole body became stiff.
Fighting back the fear that came with the Harpy’s words, he screamed, “Did you look away?!”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying!”
“Then what the fuck are you saying, Soren?! What the fuck happened?!”
