[PRP] Let's Just Cook It (Caleb x Celina x Tsarina)

[Potandie]

A white and purple furred Meanki lay on the floor of their home, lithe body stretched out. One arm was tucked beneath her head as a cushion, her cheek pressed into it. Her posture was just as pouty as her expression and her tail flicked with soft thumps against the floor to express her agitated mood. Tsarina were thankful for the stubborn egg as it had granted her more time with Caleb. More than they would have naturally allowed one another to have. Celina was given the opportunity to grow with both of her parents fully present and experience an adulthood in which they were both still very much involved with one another.

Whether Caleb liked it or not, the Meanki had made the decision that he should be her mate. A topic that she intended to bring to his attention just as soon as she figured out how to do so. Was it an unspoken thing? Did it need to be verbalized? Did she have to be the one to do it? It filled her with an anxious energy to think about though it was not inherently bad. It made her feel giddy to flirt with the Raccoon but also filled her with a sort of fear. What if they had more children, and one of those children refused to come out of their shell as well? Would they just live a life together filled with unhatched eggs and their adult sibling counterparts?

The anxiety shifted to something that was unpleasant and the woman responded by hissing at the egg and tapping a claw against it impatiently. "...What if it's dead?"

EviLXmasBaby

 

[EviLXmasBaby]

Dnk, dnk, dnk. Although the sound hardly carried, the silver haired raccoon could hear the little thuds that came from the other room. A wistful smile appeared on his lips as he questioned what the source of the noise might be. Although he briefly considered the possibility that their daughter, Celina, had come to visit, Caleb reassured himself that there would be more of an announcement of her presence if that were the case. The younger meanki had a way of pushing all the wrong buttons lately as her sarcastic comments had become more than he could handle. If he was frustrated by their daughter’s antics, Caleb could only imagine what Tsarina must feel about their predicament.

As he glanced through the doorway opposite of his chair, a dreary light peeked through the window and dimly lit the main room. A silhouette of beauty could be seen stretched on the floor with her back turned toward him. There was little doubt in his mind that the unhatched egg was nearby. The mystery of the sound was solved as he watched Tsarina’s tail gently thwack against the floor, though his concern with her feelings increased. Although there was plenty of casual conversation about their adapted lifestyle, he could not recall if there was a serious discussion about their future, if there was one to be shared. You could always bring it up, he thought inwardly, though dismissed his conscience within a second. Caleb understood that the two of them grew up very differently; he did not really remember his parents, nor any siblings he might have, whereas she was seemingly close to hers. To him, the concept of a given family was a bit foreign as he grew up mainly on his own. He learned the basics from those he would consider his chosen family of friends, especially as they shared stories from their own interesting upbringings, but none of those stories described a situation quite like this one. Not to mention, very few of those old tales had words of advice attached to the end. The somewhat clueless raccoon continued to wing it throughout the years and was pleased with himself for his efforts, as Tsarina chose to hang around, a bit to his surprise.

With a quick glance to the fresh fruit, nuts, and bread that he set out for brunch for two, the raccoon lifted himself from his seat at the table and slowly drifted towards the doorway. There he paused and watched shadows dance around the violet heart just above her tail. Caleb leaned against the door frame with a sly grin as his mind wandered for just a moment, distracted by the meanki’s gorgeous figure. Memories of her flirtatious nature clouded his thoughts just as her hiss and words penetrated the silence in the room. Although he winced, he attempted to cover up his reaction with a smile just in case she turned his way. “Well, I can’t smell anything from here,” he called out, a bit louder than he meant to, though his voice evened out as he continued. “By that logic it hasn’t gone rotten, as far as I can tell. Still good enough to eat!” The moment his attempt at a joke sprang free from his lips, Caleb felt a bit nervous about how she might take his words and froze without a mention that actual food was served.

Doximoron