“You wanted me?” Hadrian inquired, poking his head in the door casually, as if Titus had politely said his name, and not bellowed it from a different room. (Hadrian wasn’t used to being wanted, so – but he knew he was home so rarely that when he did come back, he always suffered the trial of being in great demand.)
But Titus had saved him from his mother’s company, for a moment – and oh, look: “Nezzie! There you are,” Hadrian said (in a baby voice), launching himself at the flying tiger to scratch his back affectionately. “That’s a good boy. Are you trying to make friends with Titus?” he asked the tiger, looking amusedly between his brother and Nebuchadnezzar without much noticing or caring what Nez had in his mouth.
But Titus had saved him from his mother’s company, for a moment – and oh, look: “Nezzie! There you are,” Hadrian said (in a baby voice), launching himself at the flying tiger to scratch his back affectionately. “That’s a good boy. Are you trying to make friends with Titus?” he asked the tiger, looking amusedly between his brother and Nebuchadnezzar without much noticing or caring what Nez had in his mouth.
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