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Merry sat very still as Nahm looped that handmade gift around her shoulders to drape just so. For once, the ghoul was speechless, light fingers touching lightly along that lacy pattern as it was very obviously arranged to be seen. It was soft. Softer than it looked, despite the numerous different types of fabrics that had been used, and she gave a soft, content hum as she hunched her shoulders to press her face into the soft folds before relaxing against his chest again.

Legs were drawn up, knees resting against the edge of the short table, as she snuggled into his lap, listening intently. He chuckled, but there was a seriousness to his voice that she seldom heard, and it kept her quiet, still, gaze on the patterns, the lace, with her fingers running slowly over each and every stitch. It was such a touching gift on it's own, hand made, just for her, but to hear it's significance, that had the ghoul's chest swelling.

Of course the warning was taken to heart, and she nodded. She would never abuse her connection with the twins, the idea would never have occurred to her anyways, but that wasn't what had her looking up, seeking out his eyes. "I'm Your's?"

His tone, and the look in his eyes, made her pulse speed, body tightening, and she was turning in his lap to straddle his legs. Rising up on her knees, she lifted pale hands to cup his cheeks, leaning in. "Only if you're also mine." She murmured it against his lips, bright eyes just as sharp, before they fell closed.

"Mhmmm," Nahm purred. The knock and the click of the door made his head turn, ears twitching, and he pulled his own scarf up long enough to make sure no stray illumination touched his face. When he let it drop again, he smirked at Ahm, eyes meeting long enough for some silent message to pass between them, then turned his attention back to the pretty chimera sitting in his lap. "We agreed on it," he told her, grinning. "Of course."

He was so very pleased, as they had planned Nahm had given her the scarf and explained about it's importance and she had accepted it - clearly, if the way she was attached to his twin was any indication. "Only the best for our ghoul." Ahm covered her hand with his own and pressed a kiss to the inside of her palm before winking at Nahm mischievously.

"I think this calls for a celebration!" There were many things he'd brought back from his last trip to the Clan holdings, one of which was a rather delightful bit of contraband liquor, their Grandfather's favorite (taken from his private stock as punishment for jerking them around so much). He stepped over to the closet and started rummaging around until he found what he was looking for: a medium-sized, oval-esque shaped dark glass bottle with an ornate wax-sealed silver stopper and a hand-written label.

Closing the closet back up, he stopped by the mini-fridge to snag a tin of spookies and a package of mystery sweets from the top and set the items onto the table with flourish and a grin. Liquor wasn't allowed in the dorms as a rule, but the twins had always been bad about obeying rules. Ahm winked at his twin again as he settled down next to the pair; Nahm would recognize the bottle and understand what he'd done, "His last one, too. Perfect for tonight, I think."

The kiss to her palm drew a delighted chirrup from the ghoul, and she offered up a sly, knowing smile as she traced fingertips along the edge of his jaw as he released her hand. Their ghoul. She liked the sound of that. She liked it a lot. It drew a content purr that only grew in volume as Nahm's fingers slid along the base of her wings, nails tickling along her skin in a manner that rose goosebumps along her arms. She pressed a little closer to him, draping her arms across his shoulders as she watched Ahm moving around the room.

The amused rumble of Nahm's voice had pale ears perking, and her gaze flicked to him before, curious, before sliding back to his brother and the bottle he'd pulled from the closet. "Oh." Naughty indeed. Merry hadn't met the twins' grandfather yet, but she got the impression he was a strict man.

As the elder boil returned to them the ghoul shifted in Nahm's lap, turning so she could drape her legs over Ahm's thigh. "Is it tasty?" Her experience with liquor was shockingly limited.

They didn't get to do this often enough. Ahm was often times busy--with the clans, or with catching up on school work--so it was woefully seldom they got to spend much waking time together with all three of them. She cuddled against nahm's chest, curled her tail along Ahm's hip, and run her fingers over the stitched patterns in the scarf around her shoulders.

"Eh heh heh. Gonna hear 'bout that, next letter." Nahm sounded like he looked forward to the experience. There wasn't a great deal that their grandfather could do about a relatively minor transgression, after all. Dock their allowance, perhaps. But there were ways around that.

"Good," he agreed with Ahm. "Sweet. You'll like it." He traded an amused look with Ahm; who'd have thought that the old man, sharp and bitter as he was had a sweet tooth? But it was a taste that the twins shared to some degree, and if Merry hadn't often had liquor it would be a pleasant introduction. She would be tipsy quickly, undoubtedly. It was a good thing that standing permissions had been negotiated some time ago.

He stretched his free hand out to run a claw around the neck of the bottle, slicing through the dusty wax to unseal it, then handing the bottle over to Ahm; as the elder and the brains, it was Ahm's place to take the first drink unless he chose to give it to their too-lovely companion. "To partnerships," he purred. "To alliances."

The bottle was handed over to her and Merry's ears twitched up as she took it, bringing it up to her nose for a sniff that had her jerking back as the alcohol fumes tickled on the way down. "Wow." Potent, not that she had much bases for comparison. Beneath the strong liquor smell though was something else, something sweet and inviting, and she grinned at the boils as they offered up toasts. "To all of the above," she crooned, wriggling in Nahm's lap a bit as she brought the bottle up for a cautious drink.

Ahm had been wise to warn her to take it easy. If not she might have dove right on in without restraint. The drink had a bite to it, something new, but it was berry sweet and danced along the tongue in a pleasant way that made her want to continue drinking it. Already though, with only one sip under her belt, she felt the warm spread along her fingertips. "That is tasty, she purred, tipping her head back to look up at Nahm as she offered the bottle out to his brother.

With a soft touch to the younger grue's chin she beckoned him, offering a taste from her lips as the elder drank from the bottle.