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Started March 26, 2022 by Deleted user

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Lis smiles. "I know, but I mean you're a lot more built than a lot of humans. Not Terry Crews big, but you know, part time model built. And just look at Devon and Naize."

"And besides, I like your scars. It means you fought and survived. Or at least survived." she murmurs, tracing the three below his eye.

"Yeah, they would be a perfect match." she chuckles.

"Just certain areas. My palms. Neck. Shoulders. Feet." she lists, absently toying with Bane's hand.

She turns even redder, but turns her head to face him. "I'd be a sun on the earth, since I only burn so bright for you."

She looks down at Naize and grins. "Hello! Isn't Bane adorable?"

She sighs at Naize's words. "Godsdamnit, Luna. . ."

Bane titled his head in confusion. "Who is Terry Crews?" He started to laugh out of nowhere. "I don't look like a part-time model, hun. I do something called exercise. Plus, Naize is a small cat, and Devon is probably naturally thin." He patted Naize on the head, enjoying the motor she was. Bane started to blush a little from all of Lis' kind words. "Thank you, bien-aimé. I'm just glad I didn't go blind. I'm just glad I survived." He flinched when she touched the bottom half of his scars. That was a sensitive area for him. Then Bane smiled while she played with his hand. A mischievous look had crossed his face. "You shouldn't have told me that. Now I know how to win and be a tickle monster." He giggled and stared deeply into Lis' eyes. "It seems I get my own sun then. You're brighter than all the stars in space. You're my star, and I think I'll call you 'Moi étoile'." He kissed her on the cheek. How much redder could she get? "Naize, you don't have to answer her. I am not that cute!"

Lis gasps. "You don't know Terry Crews?"

"Yes, you really do." she smirks.

"I mean look at them as in they find you cute." she chuckles.

"Maintenant tu deviens rouge, ma chérie. Et tu ne deviendras pas aveugle, et tu survivras tant que je serai là." she laughs.

She looks into his eyes. "Not there?"

She narrows her eyes. "N'ose même pas. . ."

"Tu as eu ton propre soleil depuis que j'ai vu ton côté doux. Je suis toujours ta star personnelle." she chuckles.

"Yes he is!" she laughs.

Bane shook his head but then looked at her like, 'really?'. "Of course, I don't know who he is! I have been shut in my entire life. Is this really a surprise to you, since I didn't know what a date or a restaurant was!" His eyes grew big as an idea struck him. "We should go on a little picnic date! Humans do that. Right? It would be a nice getaway… but then again, someone might get attacked or something." Bane looked at the ground sadly. He liked his idea before the day Naize was attacked flooded his mind. He got redder. "They can't possibly find me cute. In my mind, you're the only one that finds me cute. And I am the only one that finds you cute. It's a tiny perfect bubble in my mind." Bane looked back up at Lis, still slightly red. "No, I am not!" He hid his face with his arm. "And I know I won't go blind. I know you'll protect me! And I'll protect you." His face lit up again. "WE SHOULD GET MATCHING NECKLACES!" Bane's tail poofed out and started to wag. His excitement then settled down when she asked about his scar. "No, Lis'. Don't touch anywhere around my scar, please. It's extremely sensitive and painful to the touch, since it's still somewhat new." Bane curled his tail around his body, getting redder. "My softer side…yes. I am pretty soft—personality and physically. But you will always be my sun…AND I AM NOT CUTE!"

Naize kept purring, her bobtail going wild

Lis shakes her head, then chuckles. She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a phone, searching Terry Crews. "This is Terry Crews. And it shouldn't but it does."

She laughs. "We tried that, and Naize nearly died. Can't leave these people alone for an hour before they get attacked."

"They do! Naize, isn't he cute?" she smiles, booping hs nose. " And yeah, I find you cute!"

"Yes you are!" Lis teases.

"We'll protect each other. And everyone else. Especially this little cat right here." she chuckles, prodding Naize.

She chuckles. "I could make them."

She moves her hand, tracing his jaw. "How about here?"

"Especially when you shift." she giggles.

"Aw. . . and yes you are!"

Bane looked at the device. He prodded it with his finger. "What is this?" He looked at the picture on the phone and started to laugh. "I DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT! That is a beef patty. I am not a beef patty!" He tried to calm his laughter, holding onto Lis' shoulders for support. "You are a silly person, and I like that. That's why I love you—and what I love about you. Well…there are so many things to love about you, but that is one thing!" Bane had a pouty look on his face. "But I really want to go on a picnic :(. I mean, I like Naize. I don't want her to get attacked, but I want a nice—date.." He smiled softly, playing with her hair. "I know you find me cute. You say it a lot! And I will protect you with my life. Your family failed at that." He looked down at Naize occupying his lap. "And I will protect this little cat, too." His eyes lit up again, the little light blue part being very noticeable. "REALLY! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!" Bane shivered when she started to trace his jaw, his cheeks still red. "That's better. A lot better. You seem to love my face. I think it's the worst part of me." He smiled at the comment about his shifting. He knew some people found it uncomfortable when your love suddenly wanted to play fetch and started digging holes.

Naize huffed at being poked.

Devon smiled, not that he could stop it if he wanted to, he couldn't remember the last time he smiled this much. "I don't see how this is fun, but if you like it then its fine, you're to cute to say no to"

Osiris curled himself up at Devon’s feet, his tail curled over his nose. He then got impatient and started to pull at Dev’s pant leg. He didn’t think he was cute. He was scary and he growled to show it. Unfortunately, he just seemed like a puppy playing tug of war. Osiris’ tail was going wild. It was waving in the air like a flag.

Devon started laughing at Osiris, "y-you are doing nothing to help in your defense" he petted the hellhound.

Osiris barked at Dev, picking up the stick and throwing it in the air. He caught it and offered it to Dev. If Dev takes it, he jumps up on Dev and tries to lick him again. If Dev doesn't take it, he sits down and grumbles with it in his mouth. Either way, Osiris tackled Dev giving him doggie licks and bitting at his clothing.

Devon sighed, and pushed Osiris away lightly, suddenly feeling down, he would blame it on his 'depression' if anyone asked.

Osiris started to whimper, sitting at the boy's side, and dragged him back to the ground. He laid his head on Dev's chest. He pressed his body against Dev's and curled his tail around himself. He wanted to make him feel better, but he didn't know-how. Osiris nuzzled into Dev's side, making a small puppy sound.

Devon ran his hand over Osiris' head gently, looking up at the sky. He didn't want Osiris to know he was upset, he liked seeing the happy puppy like way Osiris acted.

Osiris pinned his ears back, but they were relaxed. This meant that he was generally happy, especially with being petted. He liked how his fur was ruffled when a hand ran over it. He tilted his head up, his nose to the sky. Osiris closed his eyes from the happiness. He could sense Dev was upset. There was no way Dev could stop him from knowing. He tried to make Dev as happy as he could.

Devon sat up, "As much as I like you being cute and fluffy, … two weaknesses of mine… this is not exactly what I need right now…um… I need a nick name for you." He muttered the end, he did need one, Osiris was to long and Osi or Siris just didn't fit right, neither did dude or bro.

Osiris shifted back into his humanoid form. He looked at Dev, laying on his back. “Before my dad died, he used to call me Ris. He also called me Siri. I found Siri interesting to say the least. Never heard anything like it.” He sat up next to Dev. “If you don’t like those. I’m sure you can find something cute.”

Devon looked at Osiris quietly "were you close to your dad?" he was curious, he knew that Cerberus was Osiris' uncle, and that he blamed Bane for the death of his dad. But it couldn't be like how Devon blamed himself for his mothers death.

Osiris sighed. “In my childhood. I didn't get to know him well. He was nice from what I can remember…so was my mom.“ He looked at Dev sadly. “My family tree is messy. I found out recently my uncle killed my dad (Orthrus) and mom, but for the longest time, he blamed me for their strange death. It's the same with my cousin. Uncle (Cerberus) killed my aunt…his mate…and blamed cuz (Bane) for it.” His uncle destroyed their family to keep the title of patriarch.

"damn…I am sorry…I don't have my parents either…Me and J..June… never knew our dad and my mom…." his voice drifted off and he looked away, he had never said it out loud, and wasn't sure if he even could.

(Worst dad/uncle of the year award goes to Cerberus who physically and mentally abused his son and nephew.)

“You don’t have to apologize. There are no words to describe my uncle, but monster fits for now“ Osiris grabbed Dev’s hand. “I’m sorry about your parents. I know you like talking about them, so you don’t have to. Don’t force yourself until you’re ready to tell.” He turned Dev’s face to face him.

Devon nodded slowly, then blushed when Osiris grabbed his hand, blushing more when he looked at him. "I um, thanks"

Osiris smiled at him. “So, what have you decided I’ll be called? Something my dad called me or a new nickname. I’d like to hear your ideas!” He let go of Dev’s hand, noticing his red face. “You look adorable when you blush. It stands out against your skin tone.” He leaned against the boy and sighed.

Devon blushed more, his mouth moving to say something but nothing came out.

Osiris looked at Dev. “Oh come on, sunshine. You've got to have something. Like floof or inferno or Osie. You get a general idea.” He sat back up and stared at the horizon. “The moon looks pretty at dusk. Don't you think? Just like you.” He titled his head towards the forest. “I hear something. Might be a squirrel.”