“We’re not positive, the boy calls the girl ooey and she calls him hodgy? I’m sure that’s not quite it, they’re speech isn’t great.” The officer explained sheepishly.
Lazlo mouthed the two words, testing them on his tongue. It was a bold assumption, but he guessed the children were Japanese given their sharp eyes and dark hair as well as the way their "names" felt. His own father, Jack, was Japanese, though he hardly looked it. Though it wasn't the main language in the Maniac compound, it was heard often enough here and there that Lazlo felt confident enough with navigating small conversations and knowing bits of the culture.
"Ue? Yue?" He tried. "Haji?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
The twins flapped their arms, though it was unclear if it was a kind of validation or out of frustration, or just because they were toddlers.
“Well if you want to sign the paperwork that gets you all home, maybe our guy can go find out more?” Nina chimed in, pen tapping the clipboard. “We can call you or send an officer out with more information as it’s gathered.” Nina added, in that same automated tone that suggested she’d said the dialogue many times before.
"Yeah, let's do that and head home to get these guys settled, hmm? Do they have anything? Diapers? Snacks? Clothes? We can make a trip to the store later, I suppose." Lazlo said as he offered the other twin up to Amulius to begin the paperwork at the girl's urging. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Sounds just fine to me. We'll have to break out the old crib, huh?" Lazlo said to Amulius as he looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Who gets to tell Norah and Buck that they gotta move out?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Lazlo didn't think he was the repeat offender type, at least in the realm of hookups and relationships. After his first real relationship ended in scorn (not really, she had just turned down his offer of marriage and asked to be friends instead), Lazlo had sworn off the idea of monogamy. He insisted he was an eternal free agent at the ripe age of sixteen.
And at the even RIPER age of seventeen, he was definitely beginning to wonder if that was a proclamation he would be able and willing to keep, and it was all thanks to his frequent hookups with none other than the youngest son of his parents' sworn enemies: Amulius Navares.
When their paths first crossed, he hardly thought anything of it. Amulius was handsome, they were both young and virile, what was one romp in the bedroom? But when they kept finding ways to run into each other and as they spent more and more time talking instead of sucking tongue, Lazlo found that Amulius was not only handsome, but he was smart and had a nice laugh. He was often snarky and a bit prickly, but Lazlo was also familiar with how tender he could be. Somewhere along the way, Lazlo had become so immersed in his time with Amulius that he often forgot that he was supposed to be sampling other delights by his own declaration.
And he was okay with that (though he'd never admit it to his parents who warned him he was a Maniac through and through and he'd find a partner to fall head over heels for).
He and Amulius had just spent the night together in a hotel room that Lazlo was almost sure had to have operated as one of Armand's little cult's meeting places if the hidden sigils and a bedside table drawer chockful of candles and other occult paraphernalia was any indication. If circumstances were different, he'd have taken notes on the room from top to bottom for his father, but as it stood currently, he was otherwise occupied by way of sleepy groping as he tried to rouse Amulius for another round.
He was laying with his chest pressed into Amulius's back, hips rolling flush to the other boy's while hands roamed up and down sleep-warm skin. He placed several soft kisses to the back of Amulius's neck and lightly scraped teeth against bruises from the night before. Before his hands could descend lower to try and touch Amulius awake, he could hear the violent vibrating of his phone that carried on long enough that he couldn't ignore it. He let out an annoyed huff and rolled over, peeling away from Amulius, to try and grab the phone before it could vibrate itself off the bedside table where he'd left it the night before.
"Goddammit..." he muttered as he grabbed it just in time for it to stop vibrating. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius would be lying to say he wasn’t fond of Lazlo, or at least he was definitely fond of their bedroom romps. Although after spending enough time in bed, Amulius found other endearing attributes about Lazlo, besides his skills in the bedroom.
Lazlo was beautiful in an otherworldly kind of way, perhaps because Lazlo had been with the dead before he was with the living. Maybe because of Natas, Amulius could smell it on him, and the magic drew him in like pheromones. Of course there was also the element of their amorous exchange being taboo, their parents being natural born enemies and their professions conflicted violently with one another. It made meeting up a little exhilarating, adding to the allure. But it also made it difficult to fully fall into Lazlo. Amulius hadn’t considered romantic love to be apart of his life, his future. Anything outside of his parents cult plans was secondary, he wasn’t sure how to have anything else.
Regardless though, whether he realized it or not, Amulius was already lost in Lazlo completely. From his pale hands being tangled in Lazlo’s jasper colored hair, to being tangled up in his heartstrings. It was undeniable, that something more than sex and occultism, kept drawing the two together.
Amulius had fallen asleep beside Lazlo, post romp. They were definitely spending more time together in returned occult hideouts, than anywhere else. Even in his sleep, Amulius could feel slender fingertips, snaking along his skin. All too familiar now, but no less invigorating as he let out a sleepy little moan and turned over to face Lazlo. But he no sooner rolled over to face him, Lazlo was pulling away to check his phone.
He furrowed his brows, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to focus on Lazlo’s form.
“Do you need to go?” He asked, assuming it had something to do with hunting; maybe even about his parents perhaps.
Lazlo stared at his phone screen for a long minute, brain still foggy from sleep, before he realized the name on the missed call notification was that of none other than his ex. He furrowed his brows as he continued to look at her name before realization hit him all at once. His eyes darted to the time on his phone and he instantly leapt up from the bed.
"Shit, I'm late! Shit!" He said as he immediately began scrambling for his things strewn about the floor. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius watched Lazlo scramble to his feet in a hurry, this didn’t strike Amulius as especially peculiar. Lazlo could be forgetful, sometimes he was late to things; sometimes those things were important and sometimes they weren’t. Judging by the way he sprung from the mattress and began gathering his clothes, he was late for something important.
“Do you want me to magic you somewhere?” Amulius offered, which he didn’t normally do. Amulius only really liked to magic people at his own convenience, but something pulled him to offer anyways.
"No! Maybe? I don't know." Lazlo sputtered out as he threw on a shirt that was definitely too fanciful and too long (and a little risque) to be his own. "I totally forgot I was supposed to have Buck for the weekend." He rushed over to the door where he'd kicked off his boots and stumbled out of his socks the night before. He grabbed them up and hurried back over to the bed to yank them on haphazard. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius quirked a brow, mulling over names in his head that he’d heard before from Lazlo; be it in passing or at length. Amulius wasn’t sure he could place a face to the name, or a story to the name for that matter. Another sibling perhaps? He reached to tug at the mesh blouse Lazlo threw on.
“That’s my shirt,” He uttered, pulling on it before sitting up fully to talk to Lazlo. “I don’t know who Buck is, but I can help getting you to him if you want. But if you want to take a cab, that’s your prerogative.” He added before finishing off with a sleepy yawn. At least he could go back to sleep after seeing Lazlo off.
"Buck's my kid. My son." Lazlo explained, as if it were nothing at all, as he proceeded to wiggle himself back out of Amulius's shirt.
While Amulius and Lazlo certainly had gotten to know each other quite well during their ambiguous courtship, there were still things that hadn't come up, namely his young son, Buck Maniac.
Buck was the product of his first and last real relationship with Bambi, a princess of the folk and fairies of the wood. Jack Maniac had hauled his kids along on a trip to discuss a job with the king of the wood, Gwyn, and while he met with the old king, Lazlo had crossed paths with one of his daughters and was instantly smitten with her. Their courtship was soft and sweet, like that of so many first loves, but swiftly changed when Bambi became pregnant shortly therein after. Bambi and Lazlo were both only fifteen years old when Buck was born. Lazlo hadn't even learned how to shave yet when he held his babe for the first time.
Lazlo by no means had meant to keep Buck's existence a secret. He loved his son fiercely and thought he was the most amazing creature on the face of the planet and wanted everyone to know as such. However, he hadn't initially thought things would carry on as they had with Amulius. He didn't think a hookup or two merited bringing up his boy and as more meetups and romps occurred... well he mostly forgot to bring it up. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius could feel the gears in his head turning, algebraic formulas were passing him by as he tried to process what Lazlo said. Amulius remembered countless spells, incantations, alchemic symbols and how to use them. Per his parentage, he spoke four different languages fluently. All this education, otherworldly knowledge, and Amulius was still struggling to hear Lazlo. It was like it was a different language.
“You have a son?” He said out loud, with a quizzical expression. It perhaps less surprising when Amulius considered, well, Lazlo didn’t appear to be someone of conservation values. He’s a bit of a slut, Amulius supposed. Of course he has a child, does he have more than one? “What?” He uttered, brows knit together in confusion, as he had so many questions.
"Yeah, and I'm supposed to be home to be there when his mom drops him off." Lazlo said, finally finding his shirt and yanking it on. He looked around the room to see if he was missing anything else and when his eyes fell on Amulius's befuddled expression, he promptly felt a bit guilty. "Sorry, I'm sorry. This is a big thing to just announce to someone." He sat back down on the bedside and reached out to place his hand on Amulius's while the other gripped his phone. It wasn't blowing up (yet), so he decided to explain himself a little. "I didn't mention it at first because, well, I thought we were just going to hookup maybe once or twice, but by the time we started seeing each other more, I kind of...forgot to bring it up ever again." He raised his phone and promptly unlocked the screen to reveal a round faced toddler who looked nearly identical to Lazlo safe for his soft, dotted deer ears and a broad smile that was more his mother than his father. He offered the phone out to Amulius. "That's him. My Buck." He said, cautiously proud. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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