Miguel-verse. Creed's residence. Warm summery night.

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Fluß poked the slab of beef that lay in a bowl on the counter and found it satisfactorily thawed.

She put her ears back, then flicked them toward the doors, listening again for Victor's return. "(He should be back by now,)" she said to Peter, who was quietly smacking on his fist in his sling. "(He said that this was going to be an easy mission.)"

Ears back again, she went to the back door and listened again, one hand absently smoothing the long, sparkly, blue and green tie-dye skirt that she wore before it went up to tuck her white streak behind her left ear.

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"Runt," Creed sighed, nuzzling his son and shouldering him, walking over.

"Don't bang, runt, just come in," he growled, opening the door.

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Fluß watched the short, broad-shouldered man curiously, feeling surprised that her husband had invited him inside. She hadn't met this one before, but she suspected that she might know who he was.

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"Ain't bangin'," he said, stalking in and testing the air. "Glad t' see you've settled in."

"Don't look t me. I don't know anythin' about makin' a home," Creed smiled, looking over towards his wife, white eyes warm as he held his son close.

Logan sniffed, then nodded. "Wanted t' know if you were up to some drinkin', later."

"Not t'night," Creed shook his head. "Y' know I don't do nuthin' on mission nights."

"Right," Logan scowled slightly.

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Fluß wiped her hand clean with a palmfull of flame, then walked over to stand beside her husband, one hand toying with the corner of her gingham apron. "Vill you introduce us, Victor?"

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"Ah. Sorry, babe," she purred, pulling her close. "Fluss, this's Runt. Runt, my wife Fluss. Y' know my son."

Logan nodded, then snorted and offered his hand. "Logan."

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"Hello." She tilted her head slightly, ears twitching in a smile that caused her white streak to fall across her face.

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He slowly withdrew it.

"Hey," he said gruffly, then blinked as Creed gently pulled the streak away from her eyes.

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She blinked with dismay as she remembered what the outstretched hand meant.

"Ach! Forgive me, bitte." Her own went out toward him even as her ears twitched gently in an absent smile for her husband.

Peter yawned massively and buried his tiny face in his father's shirt, little hands curling to grip it.

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Logan blinked, but shook it, then looked up, startled, as Creed huffed happily and smiled broadly, cradling his boy close and starting to purr.

"No... problem," he said slowly, looking around again before staring hard at Creed. "Hey, Fluffy. I need t' talk t' ya. Outside."

"I ain't fightin' t'night," Creed's purr never broke. "N' I ain't leavin' my family. Get gone n' find your own woman, Runt."