+Bringing Home Ilyrosa+
Damon looked through the mail boredly, tossing aside various junk objects or ads he didn't care for. He flung most of the bills onto the kitchen table that was currently covered in three days worth of dishes and various other things only to pause and stare at the letter in his hand. "Seven of Seven? That's a weird business..." he muttered, opening up the envelope and reading the letter curiously.
And letting out a cry of surprise and horror a moment later. HIM?! A DAD?! NO EFFING WAY!! Groaning, he glanced around the house and grimaced. The floor was covered in several days, or perhaps weeks, worth of various snaking things, clothes, and other unknown things. Great. By the looks of the letter, he had no choice in the matter... guess he'd better clean up or... something.
Or use the option of '******** it, I'm too lazy' and continue going about his day as usual. Why the hell should he clean if the kid was going to have to endure it later? Might as well get used to it. Besides, the kid might like to clean... or annoy him to do it. With these thoughts and various others floating around his mind, the hybrid settled onto the one free seat and flipped on the tv, completely and utterly bored.
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The next day, Damon found himself walking up to an insanely strange building with a feeling to it he didn't wholly like. In fact, the scent of it made his skin crawl and just the general FEEL of the place crept him out. It felt as if there were angels AND demons residing within the confines of the white walls...
Slowly, he walked up the steps and into the building, eyes drawn to a little girl chewing on a fairly thick leather leash. She alternated suddenly and started straining on it for a few moments before going back to chewing on it. "Uh..." Damon started, blinking in confusion. What WAS she? If it hadn't been for the tail, fangs, horns, and random splotches of color, she wouldn't have raised his suspicion all that much. But with all those demonic traits...
"Damon Spectre? Here, fill this out," a rather disgruntled technician grumbled, thrusting a clipboard into his hands. "Then you can leave with... her," she continued, glaring at the little girl who seemed completely untroubled by the dark looks.
Damon just blinked, knowing that tone and look and not pressing his luck further. "Whatever," he muttered, filling out the various liability forms and what-not. It all seemed so strange, to think that by adopting her they weren't liable for any injuries he might receive. What? Did they expect her to kill him or something? The sudden feeling of being watched rose up and Damon couldn't help but pause in his writing to glance to the chair next to him...
And nearly jump a foot in the air as bright orange eyes met his dark red ones. "HI! Wha's yews name? Yew my daddy? Dey said I wuz hwere t' meet my daddy an' I wuz gunna gwo home wiff 'im... Wuz a daddy? Wha'cha doin? Wassat?" Damon just blinked as he was bombarded with random questions and explanations from the little girl he was sure was stuck to the desk she had been leashed to. It wasn't hard to tell WHY she wasn't leashed anymore, seeing as half of it was hanging from the harness she had been put in.
"I'm Damon and apparently so. A dad is... uh... I'm just your dad and thus in charge of you. I'm filling out forms so you can go home with-" Damon was cut off mid sentence as the girl tackled him. "You smell funny! Wha'sa name? Dey said yews gonna give me one when yew got me!" she continued, nibbling on his shoulder, tail wagging happily with the little gem at the end chiming brightly.
"A name is what you call a person. It's who they are," he replied simply, a smirk crossing his face as he pulled her off his shoulder and under his arm to give her a noogie. "And that is why you don't tackle me you little rascal. Now let me finish this up," he continued, releasing the giggling and squealing little girl.
"Hehe, you funny. I wike yew. Nicwer den dem," she giggled, grinning brightly and not seeming to care the least bit about her even more messed up hairdo. Damon just grinned and added his signature at the end, standing up to hand the completed forms back to the tech with a flourish. "There; I don't think you have to worry as much about me as you think. Come on you, time to get you home and think up a proper name."
The girl just grinned, climbing down from the chair and flat-out running over to where she... had... "WHERE TEDDY?!" she shrieked, hands balling into fists as her vision turned a faint red at the edges. No one touched Teddy! No one! It had to be them that did it!
Before she could fully latch onto the tech's leg to gnaw it to ribbons, she was thrown over Damon's shoulder to kick and scream all she wanted and leave everyone else, save for him, mostly unharmed. "WANT TEDDY!!! GIVE BACK TEDDY!!!" she screamed, pounding on Damon's back with her fists while her tail attempted to wrap around his arm.
"I believe this is what she wants," a tech grumbled, handing Damon a rather chewed up teddy bear. Damon merely stared at it for a moment before taking it and handing it back to the little girl that was currently bruising up his back. Almost instantly, the frenzied attack ceased and was followed by struggling to get down. "Dank yew," she said calmly, trotting over to the door.
Damon just stared, rolling his shoulders around a bit to try and reduce the aching pain that emanated from them. For a toddler, she certainly packed a punch. "Wrath and diligence should never be mixed in a child. Too much energy and violence," the first tech grumbled, gathering up the remains of the leash and leaving with the clipboard.
'So... Energetic, questioning, and prone to violence... Great,' Damon thought, slowly following the toddler out the door and suddenly realizing he'd have to actually get a car and not rely on his motorcycle as his mode of transportation. Oh well, it'd work for now anyways.
