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[desiresbadtouch]

[Oh my, is this your bedroom? Oops~]

[And is this your bed? And are you in it? And were you expecting a visitor to ever so lightly climb in with you?]

[Because that's what's going on. Right now, in fact.]

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[pleasurestease]

[What is this fuckery. Shoving at his face sleepily, waking up rather easily.]

Cyril, get out.

[desiresbadtouch]

[Shoved, but not really budging. In fact, trying to flop down next to Tyki.]

Now why would I do that when I just arrived?

[pleasurestease]

[You can flop but he's getting up out of bed.]

Because it's my bed for one.

[desiresbadtouch]

[Reaching to try to tug him back down.]

Do stay. You're always rushing off.

[pleasureteased]

[Phasing the shirt off as he grabs it, just ignore all the bandages and we're golden.]

Would, brother, but my son is raising a fit already. [There is in fact a baby crying.]

[desiresbadtouch]

[That gets Cyril to sit up. A baby? What is this?] Tyki, what happened to you?

And since when have you seen fit not to tell me I'm an uncle?

[pleasureteased]

Fights, what else? [Not proud of himself.]

As for the latter, I rarely find myself face to face with you so why say anything to someone who isn't there? [Picking up a curly haired newborn boy, shushing him.]