on parole [agria/kaine kids]

At some point last night, Mephistopheles had cuddled in close to Kefka. Surrounded by the bulk of his parents, he had felt warm and safe. However, he'd still felt the need to wriggle closer to his brother. He always slept better wrapped up tight in someone's embrace. He'd dreamt his soft puppy dreams, of playing with his brother and listening to his parents talk. It had been a long day of pestering his mama to let them out of the den and into the big wide world, and then pestering papa about the same thing. Neither of them had seemed keen on it, which sucked.

Roused by a gentle pressure on the top of his head, the child grunted weakly. Blinking blearily, he found his vision filled with the chiseled features of his papa. Slowly, he stretched his short limbs. Dimly, he heard his papa speaking. "Wake up αγάπες μου, it is time to see the empire." A squeak of surprise erupted from his maw, and the child wriggled with glee. They were going outside! Nipping at Kefka's ear, he wormed his way out of his brother's embrace. "Kefka! We goin' ousside!" he hissed at his brother, tail wagging wildly. Bounding over to his mama, he tried to worm his way into her arms as best he could. "Mama! We goin' ousside!" he yipped as quietly as he could manage. It was so hard, he was so excited!

Without care for whether anyone was on his heels, the young boy skittered out of the den. There was papa! He was so big! Sliding to a stop at his papa's side, the child gazed up at him with brilliant cerulean eyes. "Where we goin' papa?"

"speech"