Re: Snowbird
"They do not," Astrid confirmed about knocking. Never. Ever. She couldn't remember any member of her family knocking. And that wasn't the spell talking. She'd sort of opossumed her body when Mateo, then Torben entered. They took their places and the tension in her went limp, though she was thankful to Brayden for holding her in place as they were jostled.
Mateo barked a laugh, "Taboo? I have three dads." Their family wasn't ordinary by even bizarro standards. "That's super cute," he told Brayden, then craned his neck to see his sister. "Is it the horns?" To which he received a pillow to the face and he flipped it and used it under his head.
Torben cleared his throat and kept his eyes away from the state of Brayden and Astrid because it made him uncomfortable and a little angry on a number of levels. "Inside Frankie," he said somberly. "Auntie Thea is looking after her now," he shared on behalf of Mateo, who'd told him while they'd been waiting in separate rooms. 'Auntie', huh. "Anyway, they're going to tell us to get some sleep, I'd guess. Can you..." he finally gestured to Brayden, "stop? Stop it. Astrid, sit up," he told his little sister.
She did. Even she had to admit there was a level of discomfort to the act. Alone, or within other parameters, their embrace was normal and usual and comfortable. Even Mateo and Brayden still snuggled occasionally. She fixed her pajama top, sighed and frowned as she let what Torben said flow through her. Her lower lip jutted out, and her eyes welled. Frankie... No. Then, Pup was nuzzling her cheek from where his feet stood firmly on the floor. "I'm fine," she said to Mateo.