
Ames, Iowa / November 26th / 4:44 P.M.
“You say we’ve met before, but I’m inclined to disagree,” said Ezrah, leaning against the skunk’s shoulder with much aplomb. “With all I’ve seen so far, my man, you look like the kind of guy I’d think about more than once. I mean, your cardigan game is straight fire.”
“Ezrah, knock it off!” Isaak exclaimed.
“What? It’s not like I’m flirting. Shane and I are merely exchanging banal pleasantries.”
“No, you’re not! You’re all swarming him.”
“To be fair,” Isaia remarked as he observed this delicious spectacle unfold with much glee, “he’s hardly the only one interested in seeing your not-so-new friend, Izzy.”
“You’re still crowding Shane, and I don’t want you scaring him off.”
“I don’t know,” said Isaia wryly. “He doesn’t have the look of a man who’s ill at ease.”
“Now hold on there, Izzy,” Ethan said commandingly, stepping in between Shane and Isaak.
“C’mon, Eddy, if we don’t do anything, he’ll—"
“Isaak, relax,” he said warmly but firmly, “Etzy hasn’t done anything. It’s not fair to always assume the worst with him.”
“Yeah, I’m only having a little fun. Don’t act like I can’t ever behave myself. I just want to meet this chum of yours who swears up and down that we’ve met before. I want to know what you’ve been hiding from us.”
“Normally,” Isaia noted, “the four of us get along rather well. Though, without fail, all it takes is one shiny new toy for group cohesion to collapse. Even so, when an intriguing new distraction saunters up our driveway, it’s difficult for me not to take notice.
“It’s nice to meet you, Shane, I’m Ethan Valern,” he said, offering one hand for Shane to shake while using the other to block Isaak from interfering.
“The name’s Ezrah,” said the cheeky silver fox, using his other arm to keep his other brother from coming closer.
“Oh, and I’m Isaia,” the spectacled fox chimed, “I should have said as much the moment you introduced yourself, but as I’ve implied, I’m easily distracted. You can call me ‘Zaya’ if you’d prefer.”
“Why not come inside and meet the others?” Ethan asked cheerfully. “Everybody’s home now. It might be Thanksgiving, but you’re hardly imposing.”
“Dude, it’s been so long. How many more of you are there again?” Shane asked with a small laugh as he shook Ethan’s hand.
“We’ve got two older brothers in their early twenties—Ian and Erroll. There’s also Elliot, too! She’s the youngest among us and the only girl. Once she was born, Mom and Dad swore off having any more kids. In the end, they said they got what they always wanted, and we were enough. I like to believe our parents were, at least, half-joking when they said that.”
“Our name is Legion, for we are many,” said Isaia.
“Suffice to say, we’re very Catholic,” Ezrah said.
“Catholic and French-Canadian!” Ethan enthused. "I can't help but feel like we're missing someone."
"Let's not go down that road again," Ezrah returned.
“You three are going to hang around us the whole night, aren’t you?” Isaak bemoaned.
“Hell yeah,” Ezrah swiftly affirmed. “You can’t get rid of your squadmates that easily, breh. Anyway, what better way for Shane to get acclimated than spending time with you and your fellow clones?
(from left to right)
Isaia, Ezrah, Shane, Ethan and Isaak
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“You say we’ve met before, but I’m inclined to disagree,” said Ezrah, leaning against the skunk’s shoulder with much aplomb. “With all I’ve seen so far, my man, you look like the kind of guy I’d think about more than once. I mean, your cardigan game is straight fire.”
“Ezrah, knock it off!” Isaak exclaimed.
“What? It’s not like I’m flirting. Shane and I are merely exchanging banal pleasantries.”
“No, you’re not! You’re all swarming him.”
“To be fair,” Isaia remarked as he observed this delicious spectacle unfold with much glee, “he’s hardly the only one interested in seeing your not-so-new friend, Izzy.”
“You’re still crowding Shane, and I don’t want you scaring him off.”
“I don’t know,” said Isaia wryly. “He doesn’t have the look of a man who’s ill at ease.”
“Now hold on there, Izzy,” Ethan said commandingly, stepping in between Shane and Isaak.
“C’mon, Eddy, if we don’t do anything, he’ll—"
“Isaak, relax,” he said warmly but firmly, “Etzy hasn’t done anything. It’s not fair to always assume the worst with him.”
“Yeah, I’m only having a little fun. Don’t act like I can’t ever behave myself. I just want to meet this chum of yours who swears up and down that we’ve met before. I want to know what you’ve been hiding from us.”
“Normally,” Isaia noted, “the four of us get along rather well. Though, without fail, all it takes is one shiny new toy for group cohesion to collapse. Even so, when an intriguing new distraction saunters up our driveway, it’s difficult for me not to take notice.
“It’s nice to meet you, Shane, I’m Ethan Valern,” he said, offering one hand for Shane to shake while using the other to block Isaak from interfering.
“The name’s Ezrah,” said the cheeky silver fox, using his other arm to keep his other brother from coming closer.
“Oh, and I’m Isaia,” the spectacled fox chimed, “I should have said as much the moment you introduced yourself, but as I’ve implied, I’m easily distracted. You can call me ‘Zaya’ if you’d prefer.”
“Why not come inside and meet the others?” Ethan asked cheerfully. “Everybody’s home now. It might be Thanksgiving, but you’re hardly imposing.”
“Dude, it’s been so long. How many more of you are there again?” Shane asked with a small laugh as he shook Ethan’s hand.
“We’ve got two older brothers in their early twenties—Ian and Erroll. There’s also Elliot, too! She’s the youngest among us and the only girl. Once she was born, Mom and Dad swore off having any more kids. In the end, they said they got what they always wanted, and we were enough. I like to believe our parents were, at least, half-joking when they said that.”
“Our name is Legion, for we are many,” said Isaia.
“Suffice to say, we’re very Catholic,” Ezrah said.
“Catholic and French-Canadian!” Ethan enthused. "I can't help but feel like we're missing someone."
"Let's not go down that road again," Ezrah returned.
“You three are going to hang around us the whole night, aren’t you?” Isaak bemoaned.
“Hell yeah,” Ezrah swiftly affirmed. “You can’t get rid of your squadmates that easily, breh. Anyway, what better way for Shane to get acclimated than spending time with you and your fellow clones?
(from left to right)
Isaia, Ezrah, Shane, Ethan and Isaak
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Shane is Isaak's boyfriend, and Isaak's many, many brothers just like him for various reasons. One of which being Shane's loving treatment toward Isaak. The others tend to baby Izzy as the "youngest", and they're very protective of him.
Also, if one of the foxes tends to enjoy a certain someone's company, the others tend to like that certain someone, too. Not to the same degree of course, but they all tend to operate in concert with one another.
Also, if one of the foxes tends to enjoy a certain someone's company, the others tend to like that certain someone, too. Not to the same degree of course, but they all tend to operate in concert with one another.
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