PRIVATE, JAX — YOU COULD NEVER STAY ANGRY AT ME, DARLING!

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Cigarettes. Peachmoon never actually enjoyed the taste of them, however the smell of their smoke was quite comforting. She wasn't concerned about her health or any of that stupid shit, though. Her immortal ass didn't have time to care about any of that.


    With delicate paws seemingly just barely touching the ground, the pale furred fae twirled about the moors with a cigarette hanging loosely from her maw. Peachmoon wasn't all too worried about getting into trouble — if she did, she'd find a way out of it. Really though, it was such a shame the WindClan territory was so pretty yet the people there sucked. Way too proclan-ny for her tastes. She wondered if they'd changed any. ...Ah, well it wasn't like she was going to even consider going back to WindClan anyway. She was in no interest of handling the twins. That was Jax's job.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]He didn't know that he even had twins to look out after in the first place. In fact, he had been getting ready to make his way to SunClan when he nearly bumped into his wife. The African canine stumbled over his paws, somehow managing to keep himself upright. Jax whirled around and faced Peachmoon, surprise obvious on his face. "Aren't you supposed to be in SunClan?" he spluttered. No, wait. There was something much more pressing.


    "So, Peachmoon, I have two kids named Eros and Himeros? That I don't know about?" said Jax, throwing it out in the open. He knew what would be in store for him. She was going to give him an innocent look and say something passive so that he couldn't stay ticked off. However, that only meant that she had something planned. She was a little evil mastermind, sociopath, and maybe a succubus.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Not paying attention, Peachmoon fell smack on her rump. Aren't you supposed to be in SunClan? Oh, it was just Jax.


    The petite fae stared up at him. From perspective, he sure was a lot bigger than him (not that it actually intimidated her). Ohoho. Eros and Himeros. It was good to know they hadn't run off and done something foolish. "Say, aren't they gorgeous? I did a pretty good job, didn't I?" She smiled at him and batted her big, baby blues. Oh yes, she knew how to play this game. "Hey, hey; you're proud of me, right? They've got my eyes. Sooo...when I'm not around, you can see me in them!" What an excuse that was. However, it was indeed well executed. She hadn't been a spy for nothing.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Jax knew better than to back down and let her slide by with her innocent facade. The African canine pressed his lips into a thin line as he looked down at the much smaller fae. She did a pretty good job? Sure, they were handsome boys, but he was pretty damn sure he part in producing them. Perhaps Peachmoon had devoured enough innocent souls, went under mitosis, and produced two clones of herself.


    God forbid.


    His thoughts were getting off topic. Peachmoon was pretty good at distracting him, and he was a fool for her, but he wasn't entirely a moron. "That's redundant. I'll have a duel membership with SunClan, and I'll split my time with WindClan and you. I'll be seeing you plenty," Jax snorted with a roll of his eyes. She wasn't the only one who had been a spy. "Now, what do you really have planned?" She was definitely the type to scheme, and he just knew she had something in mind.


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