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After dinner, DG and Azkadellia headed off early, due to the fact that they had an early morning presentation that DG didn't want to go to.

It left the boys together, comfortably full and picking crumbs off plates. Kalm was lying on his side, Glitch lazily rubbing his slightly swollen belly as the boy settled in to digest. Raw was eying off the fire place, which had been lit and stoked up and had a large rug in front of it that was inviting rolling and lazing.

Kalm belched and Glitch laughed, patting his stomach. "Excuse you."

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There's a quiet knock on the door, and Raw doesn't even need to look at his friends to know they're too comfortable to disturb, and besides, he's closer to the door. It's Wyatt and his son, both of whom get happy grins and back slapping hugs. Maybe Jeb gives Raw's bows a skeptical look, but Raw knows he likes them well enough. And they're very pretty bows.

"Glitch had good day," he tells them both as they're let in. "Sleeping and eating, getting clean. Feel better."

Kalm looks up, heavy lids barely opening. Despite the fact Jeb's there, he's too warm and comfy to move one inch. Fine by Jeb, really, seeing as he can very well walk right on over.