Chapter 13-02
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Chapter 13-02
Raven didn't disappoint. He made his way over and just like his brother, his huge mitts closed around his. They felt different but the same. Each man made his insides feel different, made a different kind of happiness fill him, but in the end it was the same because they both made him feel so amazing and small and loved.
"Can I sit on your lap, birdie?" he asked Raven as they steered him over to the couch. He loved how big and spacious the apartment was but he wasn't sure he liked all the black and white. He'd definitely need to bring his colours over so he could make it rainbowtastic for Raven so he didn't get sad.
"I think I'd cry if you wanted to sit on Angel's lap instead," Raven teased, dropping down on the Chesterfield, holding his arms open. "So yes, my lap is at your disposal, Ro."
Wriggling himself between his birdie's legs, giggling as the big guy wrapped his arms around him really tightly and attacked him in a thousand, no a bajillion kisses, he positioned himself against the other man's chest so he was still facing his Angie-pie, who'd dropped down at the other side of the couch.
"Whatch'a wanna talks about, Angie? Is it Rugrats? I love Rugrats, Angie. They doed one where the Rugrats are all grown up too! And Tommy has hair there and it's super 'tastic. It's blue, Angie. Oh! Angie, my hairs are pink now so I get to be a Rugrat too!"
"Oh! Babes, can I add beads to it? I think one of the sets that I bought for you had pretty butterfly clips! You're gonna look so adorable! I know — " Gasping, Raven squeezed him so tight, rocking side to side so they did see-saws. " — I'm gonna get you some pink dungarees to match, and you're gonna be my little strawberry shortcake! Can I do that, Ro? Can I?"
"Huh-huh!" Ronan nodded enthusiastically. Tried to wiggle off his birdie's lap so he could find where they'd put all the bags, but his birdie wanted to keep him and held him even tighter. "Birdie, I can't finds them if you not let me gos. Wanna show Angie the pretty clips."
"But I don't wanna let you go, Ro-Ro. You're just too cuddly and snuggly and I just wanna eat you up."
"Not Daddy material, huh?" Angel said with a soft snort.
"Blow me," came Raven's reply.
Sucking back on a deep breath, Ronan blew out on Ravie's face. "Like that, birdie? Or with the hairs gun? Oh! Or with the cold air spinny that makes you super not hot when the sun is eating us?"
"No, that was lovely, squiggles. Here, I'm going to let you go and you can grab your new stuffie. He's on the table, but then you have to come right back here because Angel want's to talk to you. Do you understand? We can play hair later."
"And nails?" Ronan checked, reaching up to stroke Raven's eyelashes. They were long and pretty, and he super loved when he let him play make up with them because he made them go so long and dark and bootieful. "I wan pink nails too, birdie. I wanna be the pinkest boy ever and your stawwburry shortcake."
"Say strawberry again for me, babes? I didn't hear you properly."
"Stawwburry."
Raven giggled. Straightened up and cleared his throat, but he was smiling so prettily that Ronan just wanted to live in his smile forever. He felt that living in his birdie's smile would be the same as camping among the stars. But the only problem with camping among the stars was that he didn't have a sleeping bag. He did have a blanket, but you couldn't go camping without a sleeping bag. It was like having macaroni without cheese. Just wrong. So, so wrong.
"Thank you, babes." Dropping a kiss on his cheek, he helped him down to the floor, holding his hand so he not lose his balance. "Go get your birdie."
"I think Lucien left a few stuffies here from when we used to stay here," Angie-pie said. He'd shoved the couch pillow behind his back and his legs were stretched out, one foot hooking over the ankle of the other. "You can play with any of those too."
And so the stuffie-hunt began. Prancing forward, clapping his hands because it made such a lovely sound that echoed all through the living room, he ran towards the bedrooms. He loved bedrooms. They were where people put the best parts of themselves. It was the part where they let their personalities shine.
Angel musta not had a personality, because his bedroom walls were black and moody, and so was his bed covers. It was struck by order and neatness, not a thing out of place, and it took the fun out of hunting the stuffies because they didn't need to be found; a fluffy brown monkey sat against the pillows, his arm slung around an adorable panda. Grabbing them both, shoving the panda down his shirt so he had a hand free so he could wave to his birdie and Angie-pie when he seed them again, he bolted back out into the hallway.
The kitchen was a really fun place to be. Everything good always happened in the kitchen. Yummy food came from the fridge and icy lollies lived in the cold box below.
Lemon icy lollies were his favourite. It used to be stawwburry, but everybody liked the flavour stawwburry, and not a lot of people liked the lemon flavour, so he had made it his favourite so it knew it was liked and so it didn't have to be upset.
Raven had placed the bags on the side. Some were empty cuz they'd looked through them and played with some things before they'd wetted his hair and magicked it pink, but he could see where he'd put his birdie stuffie.
Pushing one of the breakfast chairs against the side, he climbed up it. He could reach even without the chair, but climbing was funner, and he could reach the cupboard then so he could look for a snack.
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