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Fine, fine. Everything's been great- Elijah walked out on Dimitri, Telcotl is screwing this chick who showed up claiming that she belongs to me and Dimitri, Toan's gone MIA, y'know. The usual shit. Theron chuckled, showing his teeth. Theron ran a hand through his hair, wondering, once more, if he should go natural again. The black wore on him after a while. So, why'd you slink back? New boy got tired of you? Marcius isn't too terribly pleased. But then again, was Marcius ever pleased with anything? With anyone other than Elly, he was usually an asshole. A sweet, loveable, adorable asshole- but an asshole all the same. But he was Theron's asshole, Theron's heir, Theron's son. No one missed with 'the family'. No one messed with Elly, no one messed with Dimitri and sure as hell no one was going to mess with Marcius. His little pack may have grown from a duo, to a trio, to a quartet- and then much further- but at the heart of it all, there were only three people he needed. Well, two people, really. But Dimitri needed Elijah to be happy, so Theron needed the mongrel as well. And while he was quite fond of the Kitten, sometimes he felt as if she did more hurt than help in his little circle. Especially to Dimitri, poor dear. When Marcius and Telcotl fought, it always upset him. Usually it was over Elijah, and Dimitri could tolerate that. He thought sibling rivalry was cute. 100% adorable to see the children playing together so nicely. But when it came to fighting over girls... well... Dimitri wasn't too pleased with that. Theron glanced Karina over once more, then rubbed at his temples. Marcius adored the girl, and, well, at the end of the day that was all that mattered. He wasn't about to loose his baby by doing something stupid like shoving her into oncoming traffic. Come along, Kitten. Theron muttered, draping an arm over her shoulder and sighing, softly. I'll buy you a margarita and a plate of nachos and we'll have a little talk just you and I. |