[OPEN] Like father like son.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly at that, stretched. She had always been more than her age. And yet at the same time, far less than it. Perhaps it was one reason she was so close to Connor. She smirked at his comment, getting up with his help, and strethed up on tip toes for a kiss. "That sounds amazing," She teased softly, for once not bothered that her eyes were read rimmed and she had no makeup. The only other people here were toddlers or pretty much gay or not completely straight. She snickered faintly at the thought. "Oh dear god Britton, do you realize who all has invaded my house?" She scoffed.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"A bunch of babies and topless queers." He said with a nod and a wink before he started downstairs. Deacon had Bandit upside down, and she was moving her head from side to side, giggling at him.

"Give daddy kiss." He said and she leaned over, giving him an upside down kiss before Deacon laid her in his lap, tickling her.

"Britt britt!" She exclaimed and he groaned. "Oh God. Can we please stop calling me Britt Britt? I'm not a girl."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly as she wandered down the stairs, holding tightly to his hand. Tony, of course, noticed instantly that she had been crying and rose an eyebrow in question. She just shrugged, glancing at Bandit as Connor laughed. He had his wings out now, unlike before, and she looked away as she saw how scarred he was.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt pulled her to the sofa and plopped down, pulling her down into his lap. He yawned, laying back lazily. Deacon was slowly running his fingers up and down Bandit's foot until she finally wiggled her toe. "It's alive!" He exclaimed, and she giggled, reaching over for Connor.

"Daddy 'liiiive." She said, wiggling her fingers at him.

"I don't think daddy's ticklish." He said, running his hand up Connor's thigh, squeezing it gently. "Are you ticklish?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey curled up, leaning against his chest, head on his collarbone as she watched the. Quietly, a faint smile on her face.
Connor smirked, twitching faintly, but shook his head. "N-not really," He breathed. Mainly because after so much abuse, you mentally grew numb to hard hits. Meaning tickles did nothing. But on occasion he still was. He smiled at Bandit. "Can y-you move it again, baby?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt held her close, watching them silently.

"I move dat one. Do da piggies, dad." She told Deacon, and he wiggled her toes.

"This one stayed-"

"It went to the market, stupid." Marc scoffed, and Britt laughed.

"Oh my fuck, Marcus. Thatcher didn't play with my toes when I was little. You come play with them." He said and Marc moved over, wiggling Bandit's toes.

"There. Uncle Marcus is clearly better." He said, laying out on the floor.

"Oh, suck it." Deacon said.

"Connor's job." Marc smirked, and Deacon kicked him.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed as she watched them, shaking her head in amusement. She stuck her tongue out at Marc once he was on the ground, heard Connor laugh softly and murmur something to Bandit about them being goofy.
She played with Britton's fingers, glancing at Tony who was to caught up in Jack to pay much attention to the others.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt kissed the top of her head, holding her close. Marc was grumbling about Deacon's foot being on him, so Deacon sat Bandit on his chest. "Yub oo, unka Marcus." She said with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her close, sticking his tongue out at Britt.

"My girl's prettier."

"You wish." Britt said, rolling his eyes.

"You calling my kid ugly?" Deacon asked and Marc started laughing, scooting over to Tony with Bandit.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey scoffed, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them. Tony smiled and waved at Bandit. "Look, Jack," He huffed, nudging him gently.

Zoey rested her head back against Britton again with a content breath, glad the house was full for once.

[deacon reid rudman]

Jack wrapped his arms around Bandit, hugging her close. She patted his head, wrinkling her nose. Deacon reached over, pushing Marc's foot. Marc grabbed Deacon and yanked him off the couch, pinning him to the ground.

"That's not gay at /all/." Britt laughed, and Deacon groaned.

"Fuck. Uncle." Deacon complained, and Marc let him up, sprawling out on the floor.

"You're such a sissy, Deacon." Britt smirked, and Deacon raised an eyebrow.

"Me? I wasn't the one making Tony scream last night." And Marc whacked him. "And whimpering like there was no tomorrow!" Deacon snickered, and Marc started tickling him. "OH GOD CONNOR HELP ME!"