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Dragomir's laughter was fucking contagious; Verx burst into hoarse giggles himself at the sound of it, even as the boy pummeled his face. Oh, yeah, that tickles, huh? he chuckled like a loon. If he were human, he'd blow raspberries into Drago's belly. As it was, he merely settled for licks and toothless nips, continuing to laugh and laugh and laugh.

When he'd spent himself with teasing and guffaws, he laid back, breathing a little hard, every once in a while a hysterical, strangled sound leaving his lips. His dual-colored eyes wandered to his son, brows raised in query. You wear me out, kid, he said quietly. Can't imagine when you start learning how to spar. I'm gonna need to take a lot of naps.