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*So "many in the citadel do" have brothers? Whether or not they were like her own didn't really matter, the fact remained that she was no longer special. Other people had brothers too, other people who were in the citadel too. Perhaps everyone did then, at least direct family wise. The child was now acting oddly, and semi flops over and half hangs and hugs Micha, drapping herself over the boy like a throw rug. The boy could apperently handle it, as he didn't move any, though one could only wonder what was going through his mind at this point*

Trilla: ~.~ Hnn...

Micha: . . .

^^;

Now Trilla... Don't use your brother as a rest.

^^;

That's not the point love...

*Trilla remained as she was, drapped over Micha's shoulders, pouting slightly. Trilla would answer, even if she wasn't looking at Mastema this time. There was little else the child wanted right now, just staying where she was or leaving, at this point she didn't care much*

Trilla: --_-- || Trilla is fine...!

Micha: . . .

*Slowly becoming annoyed, for seemingly no reason as often happens in children, Trilla removes herself from Micha then slides out of the window frame. Nana is a little relieved that Micha is no longer being treated like a piece of furniture, until Trilla drags him from the window frame aswell. Micha lands on his feet with a light thump, before being dragged toward the door by Trilla. It seemed that just like Eecheb, Trilla was going to go and blow off some steam, and take Micha with her*

Trilla: --_-- || Trilla and Micha are going to play...!

Micha: . . .

<.<;

Ah-- all right. Just be care--

*Trilla and Micha are already out the door by this point and moving toward the stairs. Eecheb had finally reached the doors of the tower, pushed them open and made his escape to the north. Trilla and Micha would have to wait for the elevator if they were to take it down the tower aswell*

<_<;;

--ful..... Hnn.

*The children's reactions that night had been slightly off putting, enough to throw off Nana's romantic mood. Nana sighs loudly, and blinks at a wall from her current location; "A tad incorrect", was right but that didn't help thing much. Trilla and Micha reach the elevator, and wait for it to come back up, after pressing the re-call button. Perhaps Nana did need to step up the children's learning, they needed to learn focus and control and not be so troublesome at times. They needed to listen, do as they were told, and generally be more co-operative*

--.--;
Huu~ Understatment...

*Nana sighs lightly, and allows herself to be somewhat malluble, should Mastema wish to move her about any. In the meantime she'd just rest lightly against Mastema, as he held her around the midsection. Nana seemed comfortable enough so there was little else to do but nothing*

--.--;

Well, they are a little different from the average angelic children in more ways than one. Being raised down on the good Earth for one, with little if any knowledge of the heavens at all. Its true that in actuallity they are just a little over five months in age, but in appearance they're much older. Hopefully they'll start acting more mature soon, or they'll have far more lessons then they'll ever want.

*Nana sighs lightly again, and nods lightly in agreeance with at least one or two points made in Mastema's speech. If he could offer assistance in the children's learning process, then all the better taking a role as an active father. Reguardless, Nana still knew Mastema had many other things to do aswell, like running the citadel and keeping everyone inside of it safe, including the children and herself*

--__--

When the time comes love, when the time comes. Hmm... I would hope that they can also develop their own personalities and become more indipendant of Thanatos at some point. They need to be their own persons, not Thanatos replicas, no matter how sweet he is.

*Nana sighs lightly this time, while relaxing back in Mastema's arms. Perhaps he was right, definitly right about them needing aid and about their childhood personailities. Those too would change overtime, and evolve along with the children and what they were taught, that in mind, Nana would have to work on another lesson, though their next one would be more complex sign language. Nana would have to think about the lesson after that, and perhaps another story too read to them too, with some under tone value and moral for them to pick up on*

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Hnn.