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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:25 pm
"Stuffed animals." Riley repeated, his eyes on the road. Well that made sense, he liked stuffed animals when he was a kid, and that seemed the type of thing that kids would not grow out of. "Toys R' Us it is. Anything else?" He offered, really trying to be a good guardian; if this went wrong, his life went wrong. It was kind of important that he try to be good at this. Give him a gun, a bomb and a time frame and he could pull it off without breaking a sweat...but kids? A whole other story.
Emmet's wide eyes stared into his twin's, as if trying to make sure her words were true. He gripped her hand tightly, nodding meekly to her promise. He yawned then, laying down on the seat with his head against Tryst's scaled tail, though he still gripped her hand. "As long as you promise, Mist." He murmured, his eyes wide open and staring at the space between the front seats.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:05 pm
Rysha contnued to look out the window, watching the scenery passing by with little interest. She didn't generally take cars anywhere, since it took too long. Looking back at Riley though, she grinned. "Nervous new papi, are you? And yeah, that's it." Rysha finished with a grin, pulling one of her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around it.
"I promise." She murmered in return, slouching down in the car seat and scratching his head with her little fingers. They'd be fine, the Lab people wouldn't put them with bad people. Hopefully. Rysha and Riley seemed like good people, so there was no reason for a four year old mind to doubt...
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:25 pm
Riley snorted in response to Rysha's little jab, his gray eyes narrowing. "Nervous, pah. I just don't want to do a bad job." The man had gone up against well-trained soldiers and won, he had kidnapped a gypsy and rigged a warehouse to explode, he was working in a rather dangerous undercover job just prior to this completely unwanted situation. Scared? Him? Well maybe. He could fight off an infantry single-handed, he could deal with explosions, he could take a bullet...but a snot-nosed, teary-eyed child? Yeah, that kind of scared him.
Well, at least this particular kid wouldn't be a snot-nosed one.
The rest of the drive was fairly silent then, and minus the very brief trip to the toy store it was rather uneventful. He dropped off Tryst and Rysha at their new home (much to Emmet's dismay), and then he took the Leucistic boy to his temporary home.
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