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It's good to be back.

He's missed this place.

So! That means, since Virginia is still asleep and the bebe is not, Wolf anna bebe at the Bar, having breakfast! (Bebe with dark brown hair just like his parents and a shorter, scruffier version of a tail just like Daddy's) And also Wolf writing a note.

Dear Gil,

I'm back! So v. sorry that I've been gone so long; long involved story with Virginia, the baby, and a crazy ~~son of a~~ ~~bastard~~ bad person. And a place called "New York City," and some policemen, a place her people call a hospital, and a funny story involving a dragon dung-bean.

Am v. much hoping that my position is still available, but if not, I'm entirely prepared to beg for a job as dishwasher (again).

~ Wolf

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It is an established fact that the Twins like kids.

Why is anyone's guess, as children are the most illogical beings, and only sensible at the worst of times, both of which seemed to be traits that the Twins found appealing in people.

In any case, pair of six and a bit foot tall albino rastafarians approaching from three o'clock, otherwise known as 'over there where they'd been having breakfast'

Hunter gurgles and reaches for a piece of Wolf's bacon before it is pulled safely out of his reach. (Wolf-baby he may be, but he is too young still!)

Ze Wolf, he eyes them.

They nodded, almost in unison, it was an eerie effect at the best of times, especially when they were all quiet and stuff.

They'd been going glasses-less for the past while, eyes sort of like opals, only in negative, black shot through with green reflections here and there.

"Hello." Said one of the pair followed by the second adding, "Your child?"

Now there is even MORE eyeing.

Eerie synchronized-twin effects he can deal with. Synchronized twin-type-people happen more often than you think in the Kingdoms.

"Yes, he is."

Hunter staaaaares up at the funny-looking white people. He'd seen people almost that pale in New York, but never ALL white.

"Can I help you with something?"

The pup squeals and reaches up, wanting a dreadlock.

Two, since Two was closer, gave him one, or at least the end of one, not-quite smiling.

One made the introductions, "We haven't seen you around before. We are the Twins." He nodded towards Two, "Two, and One."

Must be long dreadlocks.

Hunter squeals louder and shakes his fist, in turn making the 'lock wave up and down.

Dark green eyes narrow.

"Wolf. And no, you wouldn't have. I've been out of the bar for some time."

Not that they're necessarily planning on doing anything bad. But they're all creepifyin', and Wolf is naturally suspicious when it comes to his pup. And they're creepifyin'! But friendly with the baby. That is, perhaps, a good sign.

Unless they're being plotty and are evil people who are friendly to babies.

That would not be good.

They are quite long actually, and given as how sometimes they're ghosts, they're even longer.

Two was smiling more broadly as the trapped dread did just that, evaporating at the end only to go solid-ish again and tickle across the back of the baby's hand.

One smiled as well, honestly they thrived on suspicion, or, at least, they did back home, things were a bit different here, "That would explain it." One said, almost cautiously, "We're fairly new here ourselves. And we've been out in the chaos for... some time."

"Chaos, huh. Welcome to Milliways, I assume you've heard the rules, all that and huff puff."

Hunter positively shrieks with glee.

Wolf staaaaaaaaaaaares.

One nodded, "We have. On more than one occasion."

Two smiled at the noise, easing closer to dangle the dreadlock just out of reach.

One was smiling slightly as well, "Children at all, especially the small ones are something of... well, something of an endangered species back home. At least, real ones."

"Phbbbbbthlba!"

"What, do you pop out as full-grown adults or something?"

Both the twins blinked up at him then, Two still dangling the dreadlock just out of reach, "Well, yes. Sort of."

One smiled, "We aren't born so much. We are programmed."

See the baby reaaaaaaaaaaach!

""Want!""

Wolf frowns, trying to understand the word. He scratches his forehead, and rests his cheek against his first for a moment.

...

"I don't know what you mean by that."

Two was still smiling, finally dangling the hair down where it could be grabbed again, really he was enjoying this game almost as much as the infant.

One nodded, "Not many do. Think of it as a sort of magic. We appear, full grown, and go about our lives from that point."

There is, perhaps, something to be said and slightly trusted in someone who enjoys simple pleasures like a child does.

Magic he can understand.

"Oh, okay. That works. ...Must be powerful magic, or programming, or whatever you want to call it, puff."

One nodded, "From what we've seen here it isn't so much, and where we're from it's just the way things are."

Two was only listening to the conversation with half an ear, having let his hair go half-ghosted again to tickle against Hunter's arms.

Wolf nods. "Where I'm from magic is like that. It's powerful, and just part of everything, and I've found out that there are worlds where magic doesn't even exist."

Hunter finds this extremely interesting, amusing, and altogether quite a wonderful toy, and Wolf is trying to figure out how they're doing that.

One nodded again, "That's how ours is, it isn't magic exactly, but in a place like this, there's no other way to describe it."

They'd be happy to demonstrate the trick really, they were like that. Two smiled, still tickling the half-ghosted braid along Hunter's arm.

"Well, well."

There is a Slayer, leaning against the bar, looking quite pleased indeed.

"Welcome back."

"Faith!" Wolf Glees (so much that it deserves a capital g) and Hunter makes baby noises.

"Urgle!"

Faith beams at Wolf. "It's good to see you in one piece." There is hugging, albeit the sort that's careful not to disturb the baby. "Ron thought you might be dead."

And there is hugging back while the baby chews on Daddy's shirt.

"Oh, I'm fine! There was some adventure in New York, but we made it, and ohmystars, RON! CRIPES! Was he okay? Is everything okay? Did everyone get better?"

Well, except Gaston, but Wolf doesn't really care about him in any way except for the "grrrrr" angry-face kind of way.

"Ron's fine, and Hermione too," Faith assures him. "Gaston not so much, if you didn't know. Ron kind of pushed him off the roof."

"Yeah, I was kinda there."

....He seems to remember, albeit fuzzily, that there was somebody else there, too.

Wolf frowns, thinking. "Wasn't there somebody else up on the roof, too?"

He'll have to remember to track Ron down. Or write him a note, that's easier.

Faith thinks, trying to remember.

It's been a while.

".....oh! Oats, the priest. He's fine too."

"Good!"

Speaking of a while. "Um, just exactly how long has it been since we left? Y'know, with the time, and..."

Hunter, who is quite his father's pup, reaches for a piece of bacon.

Faith squints, trying to remember.

"Four and a half months or so, I think? I've been in and out since, but it's May here now, and I think it was November when you left."

"Whoa!" Whether the comment is a response to Faith or directed at Hunter; the world may never know.

"Would it be a death-wish if I asked if anything major has happened?" he smirks.

""Hungry, Daddy.""
""Not yet. Here, food. For you.""

Baby Hunter goes "nom nom nom" and attacks the bottle.

"Well...I got engaged," Faith says, holding up her hand.

That's some damn good bling.

Well DAMN!

Wolf goes like this: O.O!!!

It's shiney, so Hunter reaches for it.

"He's a king," Faith says, and moves her hand, beaming at Wolf.

Sorry, Hunter.

Well that makes Wolf feel a little better. Even though he tried, all he got Virginia was this magic ring that won't shut UP. ...But at least it's pretty. Sort of.

Hunter makes a pouty face, but he has his bottle, so things will be okay. Relatively. He still wants the shiney thing on Faith's hand.

"Heh, we seem to have a number of those running around the bar, don't we..." Wolf eyes her. "I hope he's a good king. And person. Not that, you know, I expect you to be marrying anybody less than incredible, but I'm just checking."

Aaaaaw, he's cute when he's protective.

"He is. He's a very good King, and a Healer, and a wonderful person."

Faith still has giddybeam.

"Hooray! I'm happy for you, Faith!"

omg, Wolf has TOTALLY forgotten something this ENTIRE time!!!

"Faith, I'd like to introduce you to Hunter. Hunter, this is Faith."

""Faith. Friend.""
""Friend? ...Pack?""
""...Maybe.""

He'll have to think about that. And speaking of Pack, where's that other king who's running around the bar?

Faith beams. "Thank you!"

The beam is then turned onto the baby. "And hello, there. Aren't you just adorable?"

A finger is proferred for grasping.

It is not the one with shiny on it.

"BA!"

She might get chewed on. Good thing there's no teeth yet.

She doesn't mind.

In fact, she giggles.

There is cooing, and drooling.

Wolf offers a napkin, but looks profoundly happy.

Faith accepts the napkin, grinning.

"He's cute."

"Uh huh," he nods.

Lookit the silly dumbstruck Daddy. He's so cute.

Oh yeah, maybe it's time to see if Virginia is up.

"I should go check on Virginia; have a great morning, Faith! I'll see you around."

Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me?
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!

And here he comes. He orders some cheese from bar and nibbles a bit. He sees the baby in Wolf's arms and smiles a bit.

...

It's a giant mouse.

Wait, wait! Wolf recognizes this giant mouse! It was on the "tee-vee" in New York!

...It's something to do with entertainment for children.

"Aghbka!" Hunter reaches.

Mickey laughs a bit at Hunter.
"And a pleasure to meet you as well!"
The mouse hops up and sits on a stool to be on a better level with the young one.
"Awww shucks, cute kid."

Seems harmless enough.

"Thanks, Mr. Mouse."

Hunter wants cheese! So much food nearby, and he can't have any! He wants it!

"You are a mouse, right?"

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