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"I don't know, maybe she'll be mature about it, sure. Like I said, I hardly had the nicest of mothers. I can guarantee mine would have probably have you sent to the gallows and guillotined by now, just to teach me a lesson to stick to my own species. At least your mother's, uh... not going to have me killed. That's something in her favour, anyway," he smiled as he heaved himself up from the small bed, his back cracking as he did so. The night's sleep hadn't been the most comfortable and his body was suffering the consequences, though it was a night he'd remember for all the right reasons - cuddling with Neotoma all night was sweet and made up for the achy bones and muscles he was suffering through at the moment.
Arriving back at the other's home for breakfast was an awkward affair, at least on his part. He may be feeling better and he was certain he didn't look hungover, but he still feared that somehow it would appear obvious and that, as a result, he would be deemed unfit to be Neotoma's friend - or more than that, even. It didn't help that he couldn't communicate with either Mar'kesh or Drakali, and when he started to feel guilty of the burden he had placed upon Neotoma to translate, he more or less fell silent and let the three talk amongst one another without his interjections.
It was almost inevitable that his attention would soon gravitate to the triplets - not only because he was a natural with children and was unsubtle in his desires to be a father as soon as he could, but because they, at least, didn't need to be entertained with artful conversation. He didn't speak the language but that hardly mattered in their case and so, once seeking approval, he had made his way to the small living room area to get hands-on in his efforts to play with him, going as far as to lay on his stomach and get as involved as he could. It wasn't the behaviour of a King so, even if the couple had any suspicions at all of his heritage, the casual behaviour probably dispelled and quashed such curiosities.
"...He's a weird guy, your friend," began Drakali in the halfling's native tongue, the orc calmly finishing off his breakfast with a thankful grin to his wife. "He seems a nice fella, really, just... not what I expected from a demon. S'pose that's a good thing, aye? He seems normal, nothing like what demons are said to be like. And he's good with the triplets; they're never normally this content in the morning."
Arriving back at the other's home for breakfast was an awkward affair, at least on his part. He may be feeling better and he was certain he didn't look hungover, but he still feared that somehow it would appear obvious and that, as a result, he would be deemed unfit to be Neotoma's friend - or more than that, even. It didn't help that he couldn't communicate with either Mar'kesh or Drakali, and when he started to feel guilty of the burden he had placed upon Neotoma to translate, he more or less fell silent and let the three talk amongst one another without his interjections.
It was almost inevitable that his attention would soon gravitate to the triplets - not only because he was a natural with children and was unsubtle in his desires to be a father as soon as he could, but because they, at least, didn't need to be entertained with artful conversation. He didn't speak the language but that hardly mattered in their case and so, once seeking approval, he had made his way to the small living room area to get hands-on in his efforts to play with him, going as far as to lay on his stomach and get as involved as he could. It wasn't the behaviour of a King so, even if the couple had any suspicions at all of his heritage, the casual behaviour probably dispelled and quashed such curiosities.
"...He's a weird guy, your friend," began Drakali in the halfling's native tongue, the orc calmly finishing off his breakfast with a thankful grin to his wife. "He seems a nice fella, really, just... not what I expected from a demon. S'pose that's a good thing, aye? He seems normal, nothing like what demons are said to be like. And he's good with the triplets; they're never normally this content in the morning."