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Vegas decided to do a little...game with Pete, to see if he truly trusted him though he knew. Pete trusted him enough to come here, and let him kiss him, and let him into... well, he wouldn't tell anyone where Pete had let him into. That was for him and him only. Everything could change with this trust exercise he wanted to do, as Pete would be blindfolded and have to do what he said...Still, he wanted to do this and see what happened. Therefore, he brought Pete outside and said "Wait here," then went back in to get the blindfold, and looked to Macau and Venice.
"Stay in here until I tell you," he said to the older of his two younger brothers, then paused. Macau opened his mouth as if to say something, but the flash of eyes turning gold warned him off. His own eyes turned gold, but he luckily kept his mouth shut and just nodded. Vegas glanced to Venice, seeing the little ones eyes turned gold as he looked at his older brothers. Vegas laughed with some sort of delight, patting the baby. He kissed him on the head, patted Macau on the shoulder then headed back out with the black fabric, devoid of color and light, in hand.
Black technically was a color, but he'd heard people call it devoid of color or the absence of color. Putting that out of mind, he approached Pete and stood before him. "Want to play a game?" he decided to ask first, not wanting to force Pete into it if he wasn't in a playing sort of mood. Pete nodded, then watched him lift the blindfold and stared at it. Vegas saw him visibly swallow, already worried this was going to go wrong, then Pete tilted his head. "What kind of game?" Pete asked, and Vegas said "It's like a...trust exercise I guess; I touch you and tell you what to do."
His eyes had returned from wolf gold to the normal color outside wolf form, and he watched Pete. Pete needed to tell him if he didn't want to do this, now, and so he waited. Pete swallowed again and Vegas vaguely wondered for what reason; nerves, fear, anticipation? Shaking his head, he silently watched Pete and finally, finally Pete nodded. "I...lets do it," he said, and Vegas nodded then went behind him to put the cloth over his eyes then tie it. He said "Still behind you," then placed a hand on Pete's shoulder, trailing it along as he went back to the front.
He wanted Pete to know where he was at the moment, so he wouldn't get spooked and actually decide to back out. Vegas then moved his hand away, backing up a few paces and just standing silently. After some time, he approached again, saying "I'm right here." He then put a hand on the dog male's neck, palm flat and doing nothing else for a moment. He ran his hand up after a bit, onto his cheek then put his thumb on the lips. "Open your mouth," he said, and Pete parted his lips just like that, making Vegas smile and, okay, maybe he hadn't needed to worry.
He thumbed at the corner of his mouth but didn't do anything else, saying "You can close it now." Pete did so and Vegas moved his hands to Pete's hips, feeling him jerk and shaking his head. "Stay still...put your arms over my shoulders," he said, and Pete did so. Vegas pulled Pete closer then put his arms around him, just looking at him a moment. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, then lowered his lips to Pete's and began to kiss him. He didn't tell him to kiss back, already knowing it was going to happen and just allowing it to because he didn't want to stop Pete.
He pulled back to let Pete breathe, then said "Follow my voice," as he let go of him and stepped back. He vaguely considered just taking his hand and leading him, but decided against that. He spoke in intervals, glancing back to make sure Pete was actually following. Once they reached the door(s), he said "You did good," and untied the blindfold. Pete stared into his eyes, looking happy, and he turned away to call "Macau, you can come out now! If you want," he added, before turning to Pete and changing to the golden eyed black wolf.
Pete smiled bigger, realizing they were going to actually play now and he shrank down as the fur covered him and he became a dog. The dark furred and eyed dog barked and wagged his white tipped tail. When Macau came out, carrying the puppy, Pete turned to them with another bark. Venice was literally in pup form, and wagged as he moved to the bigger wolf and dog. He was still so small, considering his age in both forms, and yipped as he lifted his muzzle. Macau changed forms as well, watching Pete nip Vegas when Vegas nudged Venice with his nose.
This was because Venice fell over, but the pup didn't seem upset at all and yipped more. Macau pushed him back to his paws, then they all barked and tore off around the yard together, jumping and hopping and pawing.
Venice could only actually do so much, but he was still able to join the older canines in play. They were gentle with the pup, nosing at him and licking at him, letting him nip their paws and tails, then when he got tired they headed in.
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