“Holy shit, is that aspace cat?!”
Gabe was sitting front and center when the feed kicked on, his ridiculously attractive face framed by the long, luxurious hair he’d no doubt left down just for me. However, the sweet supervillain only had eyes for the furry creature friend perched in my lap.
“Not quite,” I laughed, already feeling the piece of Ziggy inside me positively reacting to the visual. “Although Ididname them Pedro Pspspscal.”
A snort brought my attention to the twin in the background, his black shit-kicker boots propped up and slightly blocking the view of his equally attractive face.
Not that I’d ever tell him that.
“Hey, Dre, how’s it hanging?” I cheerfully called out, just to get an amused smirk out of his grumpy ass.
“A little to the right,” he replied, which was as close to a greeting as I would get. “So where did the new pet come from? Don’t tell me you went all ‘white woman adopts a cougar kitten’ or something…”
How dare!
But accurate.
“That’s classified,” Ziggy cut in, attempting to shut down questions in the most ineffective way possible. “Where’s Theo?”
Dre dropped his feet to the floor and slung an arm behind his twin, cocking his head as he stared Ziggy down. “That’s classified.”
“I’m here, I’m here!” Theo sang out before coming into view. More specifically, his neon bluecrotchcame into view.
MY EYES!
The eccentric artist flopped onto the couch on Gabe’s other side, wearing nothing but his signature bold-print kimono and tiny, bikini-cut bathing suit while holding a plate full of what looked like barbecue ribs.
“T had a big interview this morning for his latest installation, so he didn’t eat lunch,” Gabe explained with an apologetic shrug, reminding me thetime differencebetween us was something we could never quite figure out.
Fuck, I miss them.
Well… most of them.
“And being Stellarian, Theo also didn’tneedto eat right this minute,” Dre added with a glare at his chaotic brat. “He also didn’t need to choose something so messy to eat on the extremely expensive couch.”
Thoughts and prayers, Dom Daddy Dre.
“Calm down, Demon,” Theo unwisely dismissed his handler with a wave of his hand. “We already know blood and cum wash out of the fabric soooo…” He leaned closer to the screen and peered at Pedro. “What in Stellaria’s name isthat?”
“It’s a Trol,” Ziggy replied, suddenly totally cool with spilling this ‘classified information.’
“Atroll?”Dre repeated with a scoff. “Welp. It will fit right in withthisfamily.”
“They,notit,”Ziggy corrected while keeping his gaze locked on his maker. “Have you ever heard of a Trol, Theo?”
Theo noisily licked BBQ sauce off his fingers. “Can’t say I have. Ugly little thing, aren’t they?”
I gasped and covered Pedro’s ears as Gabe whirled on his stellar collision. “Are you blind, old man? They are the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen!” He then turned back around to smile shyly at me, blushing as he added, “Well,almostthe cutest.”
Gah!
Ziggy snorted as Dre rolled his eyes, but I couldfeelthe happy resonance buzzing from all sides.
I see you fools.
“Ruh-roh, angel,” Theo mumbled through a mouthful of meat. “Looks like it might be time for another conjugal visit.”
Ohmyfuckinggaaaawd!
