MHA #6, Saturday Morning

[demon_cupid]

Drake was tossing a few things in a suitcase for a quick weekend trip to knock a few more items off his bucket list. He didn't really need a suitcase, what with being able to change his clothes at the snap of his fingers, but he liked to play the part of tourist with all the proper accessories

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[weedemonangel]

Seeing Dad first won out for the simple fact that while trying to decide what to do, Porthos had found a little girl picking flowers and decided to help her by digging in the dirt. Now he was kind of messy and Dad was way less likely to yell.

There was a brief flash of shimmery light and then *poof* Porthos was standing in his father's apartment. "Where you goin'?"

[demon_cupid]

Drake blinked at the wee intruder. "Depends," he said, not going to go into the decadent details with a kid in the room. "Who are you?"

[weedemonangel]

"Daaaaaaad," Porthos whined. "No teasing! Where's Mom?"

[demon_cupid]

...

"Dad?" Drake repeated, scratching his head. "Are you sure? I haven't been served with any paternity suits lately."