Faz: *sitting on a log* We can't bone out here by the way, my dad will freak out.

Jamey: *looks at him* I wasn't thinking of boning.

Faz: Ah. Well I was. *gets up*

Jamey: And how would your dad even find out?

Faz: He's a forest spirit - guardian of this forest in particular.

Jamey: Oh. I've heard of those, my step dad never shuts up about them.

Faz: Really? *smiles*

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Chris: *preening Faz's hair, cooing softly at him* My poor little cub, how do you keep getting these bruises on your neck?

Faz: *half asleep cuddled up to him*

Max: They're hickies dad. He probably has bruises up his ass as well.

Chris: *gasps and gathers Faz up* don't swear around your brother! And they are not! How do you even know what hickies are?!

Max: I'm 18. *deadpans*

Chris: *gasps* So still just a baby!

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I'd like to think that because Chris is as old as that forest - he sees the kids as babies even when they're older or adults