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Rosalyn and Erzulie probably didn't want him near their kids, which was totally fair; he wouldn't let them near his own, after all. Then again, he didn't really give a shit what they thought, and he was missing Drago and Isi something fierce. When the dust settled here, he would go get them; they would all live together again. It was almost perfect.

So he had little qualms about approaching the boy, on-guard over. . .something. It was bright and fluttery, almost like a-- well, fuck, he didn't know what that was. Brow furrowed, Verx chuffed as he padded up to sit next to the youth, looking down at him with a quizzical stare.

What d'you think that is? he asked rhetorically, because how the fuck was a literal child gonna know when seasoned Vercingetorix hadn't the foggiest? It was good to include children in adult conversations, though, or so he figured. Better than babying them, anyway. He sniffed, a little primly. You think we can eat it?