Waking up that second time to an empty bed had been startling at first, because he'd be so certain that it hadn't all be some incredibly vivid dream that he'd gone through twice by that point. Sitting up was actually all the reassurance that he needed that it wasn't, though, because those were absolutely not the walls of his dingy little lower city flat. He could hear the sounds of activity outside the door, something he also would have never heard in his place if he weren't the one making said noise.
He stumbled out of bed to find his clothes but only really located his pants, which was about as good as he was going to get. It didn't occur to him that he'd be stepping out shirtless into a household with two teenage girls in it as well as the woman he'd just spent the most amazing night of his life with, but that reality hit him pretty quick when he followed the sounds into the kitchen properly.
"Mom, what're you doing, I'm already making breakfast," Rinka was saying to Rox who had her head obscured by the fridge but the rest of her body showing where his shirt had gotten off to. He couldn't help but admire the way it sat on her curves, just barely peeking up past her rear as she was bent over.
It was a delicious sight, but there was also very much a daughter with a spatula in her hand. Probably not the best time to be admiring her, or wanting to smack said butt playfully.
"And what the hells are you wearing? I know that's not one'a mine."
Rinka's head was turned, talking to Rox, unaware that there was any other presence in the house that wasn't the younger Pickheart. Nyx hesitated, then shrugged.
He was already here. He said he wasn't going anywhere. That one night all those months ago spent with the group because of Prompto had quickly endeared him to the sweet, caring, tough as nails girls Rox had raised all on her own, and had him kicking himself for never being a part of their lives when he could have.
He knew he couldn't rewind the clock, or force them to accept him as anything but Nyx the Glaive, or at most Nyx, Rox's new boyfriend, but he could hope that they would. They had been grateful to him for helping with rescuing poor broken Prompto that night but that didn't mean it would stay that way now that he was finally with the woman he'd silently been wanting for fifteen stupid long years.
Well. Time to make his presence known.
He came and leaned on the bar-side of the L-shaped counter, all grins despite his deeper concerns, trying to make light of what was likely going to be a somewhat awkward situation before it became more normal.
"Great! I'm starving!"
"SWEET ASTRALS--!" Rinka shrieked as she wheeled around, fumbling with the spatula in her hand, catching it after a few flubs. She clutched it with shaking hands, looking for all the world like she'd gotten ten years taken off her life and seen a ghost. She stared at him with wide bicolored eyes, took in his shirtless attired, then shot a look back at Rox who was very much wearing a shirt that would have fit Nyx perfectly were it actually on him. "MOM?!"
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He stumbled out of bed to find his clothes but only really located his pants, which was about as good as he was going to get. It didn't occur to him that he'd be stepping out shirtless into a household with two teenage girls in it as well as the woman he'd just spent the most amazing night of his life with, but that reality hit him pretty quick when he followed the sounds into the kitchen properly.
"Mom, what're you doing, I'm already making breakfast," Rinka was saying to Rox who had her head obscured by the fridge but the rest of her body showing where his shirt had gotten off to. He couldn't help but admire the way it sat on her curves, just barely peeking up past her rear as she was bent over.
It was a delicious sight, but there was also very much a daughter with a spatula in her hand. Probably not the best time to be admiring her, or wanting to smack said butt playfully.
"And what the hells are you wearing? I know that's not one'a mine."
Rinka's head was turned, talking to Rox, unaware that there was any other presence in the house that wasn't the younger Pickheart. Nyx hesitated, then shrugged.
He was already here. He said he wasn't going anywhere. That one night all those months ago spent with the group because of Prompto had quickly endeared him to the sweet, caring, tough as nails girls Rox had raised all on her own, and had him kicking himself for never being a part of their lives when he could have.
He knew he couldn't rewind the clock, or force them to accept him as anything but Nyx the Glaive, or at most Nyx, Rox's new boyfriend, but he could hope that they would. They had been grateful to him for helping with rescuing poor broken Prompto that night but that didn't mean it would stay that way now that he was finally with the woman he'd silently been wanting for fifteen stupid long years.
Well. Time to make his presence known.
He came and leaned on the bar-side of the L-shaped counter, all grins despite his deeper concerns, trying to make light of what was likely going to be a somewhat awkward situation before it became more normal.
"Great! I'm starving!"
"SWEET ASTRALS--!" Rinka shrieked as she wheeled around, fumbling with the spatula in her hand, catching it after a few flubs. She clutched it with shaking hands, looking for all the world like she'd gotten ten years taken off her life and seen a ghost. She stared at him with wide bicolored eyes, took in his shirtless attired, then shot a look back at Rox who was very much wearing a shirt that would have fit Nyx perfectly were it actually on him. "MOM?!"