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Noa pouted to himself and straightened in his seat, and he started picking at his food. “I mean, you can try…”
I glanced at Master. “That’s consent, right?”
Master smiled ruefully and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “If not, I suppose he can safeword.” He reached for the Sharpie. “Chipmunk, give me your arm, please.”
Noa did so silently, disinterested, probably assuming Master was going to begin the event activity where Noa was a human Post-it pad. But it was a little bit more than that.
We were mixing a doodle cocktail. One part humor, one part love.
“You know what never makes me laugh?” Noa muttered. “Notes.”
We’ll see.
I peeled the skin off the fish, glad it was all intact, and started eating.
Fuck. Delicious. Buttery fish, the lemon, perfect texture, soft and creamy potatoes with a slight crispy shell from the oven. The asparagus had the best crunch-chewiness ratio as well. I’d come so far! Much of it was thanks to Archie and Macklin; they’d taught me a lot.
“Jesus, Cam,” KC mumbled around a mouthful of food. He liked it!
I beamed.
In the meantime, Master was scribbling a novella on Noa’s arm.
Noa wrinkled his nose and side-eyed the, to him, upside-down words.
KC leaned closer, and he must’ve been surprised. “Uh, baby, remember you’re going to upload photos of every scribble.”
Master hummed. “Worth it.”
Now I wanted to know too!
“There.” Master leaned back and capped the Sharpie.
Noa turned and twisted his arm until he could decipher the words, and he flicked an uncertain look between Master and Daddy. He totally wanted to smile a little too, right? It sure looked like he was trying to withhold amusement!
“Are you for realsies?” Noa asked.
Master nodded soberly and grabbed a slice of bread. “It’s tragic, but it’s true.”
“What does it say?” I asked.
Noa’s mouth kept twitching—he was definitely seeing what was funny! “Um, when Daddy and Uncle Lucian met in high school, Daddy tried to make Loosh a nickname.”
KC grinned.
I couldn’t help it. I giggle-laughed, feeling like…like…when you entered a funhouse, and you knew some scary-ass clown was going to terrify you, but it was still hilarious to be there.
“Master Loosh!” I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Master narrowed his eyes and pointed at me with his fork. “That’s not becoming a thing, pet.”
Oh no, I would never.
Noa bit his lip. “Unca Loosh?”
“Not that either.” Master shifted the fork to point at Noa.
It worked a little. Noa was thawing out.
