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Caliban paused for a moment before giving a shrug. "Alright, true enough," he conceded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just play nice over there with Mr. Executioner, alright, King?" He winked with a chuckle as he shook his head at the two on the couch.

"At least everyone seems to be getting along fine," Caliban agreed, setting down his coffee so he could retrieve the finished cinnamon rolls on the oven and begin glazing them. He had to admit, he had been a little worried he wouldn't be able to get along with the omegas he was housed with. It was one of the reasons he was never with an alpha for very long; not a lot of people could put up with his wish-washy, 'I'll do what I feel like, when I feel like it', personality.

Taking note of Cherry's attention to his own swell, Cali offered a sincere smile. "So, how have you been feeling? Everything is going smoothly so far, yeah? You look good," he reassured, and it wasn't a lie. Cherry was a very pretty omega, sensitive and sweet in the sense that he couldn't help but have an urge to take care of him as soon as he's was the vicinity-- A picture perfect omega for a majority of the alphas out there. Caliban had to physically refrain himself from going up and just coddling the other omega sometimes. Cherry being pregnant, of course, only enhanced those reactions ten fold.

Gently reaching out to take the paper from Cherry, Caliban looked it over curiously. "That's a surprise," he mused, scanning over the event paper. "Not that I'll be complaining. I absolutely adore Halloween!" He paused though, excitement dying down as he glanced over to the two omegas on the couch. Unmated, no children. They were who this party would be for.

Crimson eyes turning towards Cherry, Cali chewed his bottom lip lightly. "Do you think they'll be okay?" He asked in a whisper so that they wouldn't hear, most of the words only forming on his lips and not as actual noise.


Squirming against the armrest, Shea brought his hand out of where it was pinned between his own body and the couch to flip the raven haired omega the finger. Of course he hadn't expected Fax to move, it wasn't like this was the first morning he'd been almost suffocated.

Fax Price. In the living room. With the couch.

For a moment Shea watched Fax at his side, feeling the other's grey-blue eyes on him from the corner of his eyes while he ate his cereal. Fax certainly was an interesting character, different from omegas like he was, though maybe not quite to Shea's degree. There had been a number of times that he'd been mistaken as an alpha in his life, and perhaps that was why he'd been able to avoid the system until recently.

In any case, if there was anyone that Shea could feel at least a little comfortable with; it was Fax. Even if he could be a little shit some times.

Watching as the raven haired omega went to take one of his last bites of the cereal, Shea brought his elbow up dramatically as if going to stifle a yawn. Though there was no yawn, and his shoulder knocked purposefully into the arm Fax was using to hold the spoon, causing him to miss his mouth completely. That brought a snicker out of the blonde, shoulders shaking with the effort to stifle it.

"Oh, did I do that? I guess I needed more room."