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Key rolled his eyes grinning in amusement, instead of explaining that he figured Minseok had gotten the habit of chewing on the pillows from Minho himself, he left it alone and instead gave his husband a soft squeeze against the arm closet to him. Turning for a moment to gaze their son with adoring eyes as he seemed to be carrying on a rather important conversation with the toy clown in his hand, and key couldn’t help but to wonder if he’d still appreciate clowns once he got older. Most weren’t too fond of them, but he had faith Minseok would be his own person, choosing the best paths especially with a father like Minho to guide him, and himself of course. “I’m actually craving some Italian, but my excitement is urging me to just get on the plane.” Sighing he gently drummed his fingertips along his thighs, if he weren’t trying his best to keep from spazzing, he’d probably be bouncing in his seat right now. “Seokie, have you and Mr. Clown decided?” he reached around tickling at his little tummy hearing the cutest fit of giggle bloom from the baby boy. “I wonder if he could have Spaghetti.” 

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