While Noctis is getting a bath, Gladio is getting one of his own. The younger wolf is pinned down by his father and despite his protests and wriggles, isn't being let up as a tongue swipes again and again across his fur. He's too old for this! Stop! I am the night!
By the time Noctis is fully cleaned and out of the tub, a sullen, but mostly clean Gladio is waiting beside his father. He watches as Noctis toddles over to him, head coming up along with both ears, though he freezes under the unfamiliar gesture of being hugged. When nothing bad comes of it, he ends up sniffing all along the young Caelum, confused by the scent of soap.
Clarus stands sturdy beneath the King's hand, watching with his own sort of intelligence over their sons. It gives both of the fathers a chance to see as Gladio licks Noctis' che-- well, his whole face given the size of his tongue, then looks very much prepared to remain there as he looks up at his father.
A moment of silent communication.
Then Clarus huffs and stands up, shoulders easily coming up to Regis' waist, and gestures towards the door with his nose as he looks up towards his alpha.
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I am the night!By the time Noctis is fully cleaned and out of the tub, a sullen, but mostly clean Gladio is waiting beside his father. He watches as Noctis toddles over to him, head coming up along with both ears, though he freezes under the unfamiliar gesture of being hugged. When nothing bad comes of it, he ends up sniffing all along the young Caelum, confused by the scent of soap.
Clarus stands sturdy beneath the King's hand, watching with his own sort of intelligence over their sons. It gives both of the fathers a chance to see as Gladio licks Noctis' che-- well, his whole face given the size of his tongue, then looks very much prepared to remain there as he looks up at his father.
A moment of silent communication.
Then Clarus huffs and stands up, shoulders easily coming up to Regis' waist, and gestures towards the door with his nose as he looks up towards his alpha.