"He insisted on us calling him that," Dexter said with a shrug. "Same with Rafe. Apparently they don't care all that much about formalities. Who'd have thought?" Then he grinned, beckoning. "C'mere then, Rue. Time for cuddles. Just wait until you hear about their Daddy."
Saracen didn't resist in the least as he got pulled down onto Dexter's lap. Dexter wasn't going to admit this in a million years, but he'd missed this. This was the nearest thing he could have to what they'd had before, when they were all alive and together. Rover would have cuddled Saracen. Rover would have cuddled everyone in the room. He was ... a lot like Raphael, actually. Just even less inhibited. More human.
Dexter frowned. He had this weird feeling, a prickling on the back of his neck, like he was being watched.
"She was able to sketch Quiver's bedroom?" Corrival asked, lifting an eyebrow and taking the pages to leaf through them. He beckoned at Fletcher, holding up the blueprints. "Could you Teleport into his room based on these?"
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Saracen didn't resist in the least as he got pulled down onto Dexter's lap. Dexter wasn't going to admit this in a million years, but he'd missed this. This was the nearest thing he could have to what they'd had before, when they were all alive and together. Rover would have cuddled Saracen. Rover would have cuddled everyone in the room. He was ... a lot like Raphael, actually. Just even less inhibited. More human.
Dexter frowned. He had this weird feeling, a prickling on the back of his neck, like he was being watched.
"She was able to sketch Quiver's bedroom?" Corrival asked, lifting an eyebrow and taking the pages to leaf through them. He beckoned at Fletcher, holding up the blueprints. "Could you Teleport into his room based on these?"