There was a definite purr that came from Daikon. He wasn't his mother's child at all. Nope, you couldn't prove it. He leaned into that hand as if it was the last time he would ever receive his father's touch. He blinked a few times and pulled away from Tarrok, realizing what was going on. Embarrassment quickly flashed across his face as he bolted up to go get ready.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Uh, I'll grab some clothes and a bag..."</span><br/><br/>Aiko couldn't help but to laugh at her son's obvious realization how much like a cat he was. She placed a hand on her daughter's head before stealing Tarrok's lips in a kiss.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I think someone needs to get a shower?"</span>she said, looking down at her daughter.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Use soap and get all the spots. I don't think you want mommy to bathe you."</span><br/><br/>She wasn't afraid to use the tongue. Aiko had before and she'd do it again if necessary. That look on her face meant she was serious about it as well. When Sage ran off, she gathered up the rest of the dishes to clean. Aiko couldn't help but to look at Tarrok while she did so. There was a smile in her eyes before it shone on her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"I love you,"</span>she whispered.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I have something to tell you tonight."</span>