With so many separate forces around her, the young half Russian doll's eyes swooped the room, searching for a way out. Perhaps throwing the glass was not the best idea. Without hesitation she dropped her hands from the wall, the freezing feeling creeping up her arms making her suddenly uncomfortable. Nicole raised an eyebrow to Forky's once calm voice. Clearly, she was in the wrong place, at the right time.
With her tail swinging, she backed away from the door slowly, her eyes remaining fixed on what was in front of her. Why was he acting like this? In the very short time she had lived with this family, she had never seen Allurian act this way. His very personality was frozen, but that never stopped him from showing compassion when it was due.
And then, another sound that shocked her. The sweet voice she could only note was sober. Irish. Her second mother, the woman who bore twins so long ago. Nicole's mouth dropped, as her furry tail wrapped around her waist. Everyone seemed so wrathful, that now the little girl wondered how much she was really in the wrong situation?
Nicole ducked behind the island, chest heaving from worry, tail twirling around. Her eyes widened as Irish's voice shook the bar. Now would be the time to find out exactly what was going on. It was at that moment, a sudden light reappeared in the kitchen next to her. She turned her heart--shaped face towards the noise, her heart beating uncontrollably. "Daddy?" Crawling on all fours, she sat down in front of her father and hugged his leg tight. Nicole was almost a teenager now, and despite the Saiyan blood, and her mother's new mongrel status, she was very unused to violence, and much like any little girl, sought out protection from those closest to her.
"Daddy, what's going on?" Nicole asked quietly, her two year old self taking control.