boy talk

Oxide was a changed man, he wouldn’t have recognized himself if his past was able to meet with present. Becoming a father, in a round about way, shifted something deep inside. The emotions he felt were more real, and he embraced the responsibility of that title with joy instead of apprehension. When he was honest with himself Ox was disappointed Casper wouldn’t be calling him father.

Sota’s humble reaction was perfect for the teasing given, the dainty boy was opposite of Oxide’s proud personality. Humble was hardly a virtue the young Nightingale pursued. However different they were Ox enjoyed his presence, his voice was soothing and his advice sound. The rust marked wolf even managed to pull out more information about his companion as well. Ox perked, and watched as the grin on his maw widened and tried not to think about how his heart fluttered at the expression.

”...more desirable…” Ox tried to suppress the thought, Sota’s breeding certainly led up to those effects. The Nightingale boy needed more time to process his loss and see to Eris before indulging in the thoughts more eagerly. They lingered at the back of his mind appropriate or not. ”I’ve never looked at a tree and thought I wanted to climb it,” he chuckled as he admitted another difference between them. He tried to ignore the warmth of his skin where the two of them touched. ”I can see where it would be advantageous to you and your people.” Maybe even Eris and Cas. ”Maybe you could teach Casper to race through the trees.” He mused, finding the idea of his tiny son being able to escape to the canopies. Having Sota as another pair of eyes to look out for and care for the boy was more comforting than Ox expected as well.