test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

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[mewtation]

[ his pleased amusement at the wordplay is a palpable thing, as is his contentment as he pulls the blanket over himself and curls up into it. he does take up less space that way. ]

Thank you. Is "Drake" family?

[shitstarter]

[ snorts, sitting himself down next to the blanket ]

Only in the legal sense. He's not really my brother, nor is he really my father's son.

[mewtation]

[ pops his head out. ]

How so?

[shitstarter]

[ sniffs, and titus has finally stopped growling and is cautiously padding over at damian's call ]

My father didn't sire him. And I am the blood son, and so his true son. Drake is not related to me at all by blood. That's how.

[mewtation]

[ makes a tiny huffing noise and lays his ears back before stretching his neck out to say hello to doge ]

Blood is no more than a scaffold that family can be built on.