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transfer 3: RP

Anen has long since gotten used to not having to look up at people, except the occasional demon or alien in Barton. However, the two lion-men on the doorstep are huge. The shorter one with the golden mane is as tall as he is, and the one with the black-tipped mane is not only nearly a foot taller, but considerably larger and more muscular as well.

"Um, hello?" he says.

The two lions look at each other, their expressions saying quite clearly that Anen is not at all what they expected. The larger one offers, "I'm looking for a feline named Prolixity ... we were told he lives here. Do we have the wrong address?"

"Holy s**t, I recognize that voice," Prox says from the loft. "Riptide, is that you?" He nearly runs down the stairs. "Come in already, guys."

Anen blinks and moves aside so the lions can duck inside. Obviously the appearance of the two huge anthros on the doorstep is not somehow a mistake, particularly since they're now engulfing his father in an enthusiastic hug, and there are muffled and incoherent happy greetings. He shrugs and goes back to the kitchen table to continue trimming the bonsai he was working on.

"Odd roommate you got, striper," the taller lion says behind him.

"Roommate - oh, lord, introductions are in order. Anen, these two monsters are Riptide and Anemone - "

"Karth and Teran," the smaller lion corrects. "We went civ and took our names back, remember?"

"You never told me your civ names, and I reserve the right to call you whatever I want, anyway," Prox says, unphased. "Karth and Teran, okay. They're old friends of mine. Rip, Nem, this is my son, Anen."

Anen leans against the table and nods to the lions, suppressing his curiosity for the moment and watching them give each other a rather stunned look. "Holy crap, striper, you have a kid? Quick work," the bigger one - Karth - crows, and catches Prox to give him a noogie. Okay, Anen thinks bemusedly, so that's where that came from.

"Married, four kids, another on the way," Prox grins, ducking out of the headlock in a move that speaks of long practice. Karth and Teran share another quick glance, and then Teran breaks into a grin and holds his hand out to the larger lion. "Pay up."

"Oh, no way, statue of limitations has long run out on that one," Karth protests.

"What are you talking about and do I get any of the money apparently changing hands here?" Prox raises an eyebrow.

"I told him that one that one day you'd settle down and go domesticated," Teran explains, looking unrepentant. "Karth said no way, he couldn't see that happening. Ever. I bet him ten bucks." He turns back to Karth. "Pay up, fuzzbrain."

Prox snorts. "Two things. One: I was sixteen. People change. Two: You try keeping four teenage males under some semblance of control and then come back and call me domesticated. I dare you."

Anen starts laughing. This reminds him of himself and Devi, in a weird way. The lions look at him, then back at each other. Then Karth grins and says to Teran, "Owned. Pay up." He looks back to Prox. "You got beer anywhere in this huge house of yours? You have a lot of explaining to do, striper."

"I expect I do. And baby pictures. Thought you were going to escape, didn't you?"

"Domesticated. So domesticated," Teran laughs.

Anen ducks his head to cover a smirk. If he's lucky, they'll go out and sit on the patio within earshot, and he'll hear all sorts of interesting things about his father.

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