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Iamel: Three years old, at Teen stage of his life. Loud, snarky, rather serious. Horrendously tall with a taste that runs to colorful, tight fitted shirts and heavy boots. He is the caretaker of the family, supervising the children, disciplne and occasionally cooking food. He built and lives in a tree house in the back yard.

Dee: Iamels adopted daughter, convict. Quiet, withdrawn, skinny. She's currently an infant.

Akuti: The quiet satyr girl who has kind of melted into the shadows of Patricks home. She's attempting to get a job and has a motherly sort of aura about her.

Yashima: A kitsune at teen stage of his life, working on his third year now (he will be three next January). He is one of the children Patrick is most seperated from. He is rude and judgemental although shockingly kind to a lot of the younger children. His boyfriend, Zasalamel, is basically living at their house at the moment.

Akilah: A meerkat anthro child who is in his late Child stage, Akilah is leaning towards the hippy strand of life and is interested in soccer, shiny things and harassing the hell out of his siblings, especially Iamel and Yashima

Kian: Another convict, he is in the Teen stage of his life. Kian used to be quiet and very serious and, as he's grown, he's become increasingly more emotional. This is partially bad as he was a former revolutionary leader and prone to violence when upset. He is currently in a ******** relationship with his best friend, Autsu. Also one of Patricks favorites and the only child allowed to keep pets.

Morgan (no longer lives with him): Patricks biological child with an ex-boyfriend. She lives with her other father (don't ask, I went temporarily insane) while her twin, Katura, lives with Patrick. He doesn't know much about her.

Katura: Patrick biological son with an ex-boyfriend and Morgans twin brother. The opposite of most of his siblings, he is a very caring, wild sort of boy who enjoys playing with clay and other art sorts of crafts. He is very fond of snuggling with his father.

Tyven (lives with their aunt): Patricks first biological child, a little thief of a girl. She looks a great deal like her father and often enjoys tricking him, despite caring a great deal for him. She currently lives with her aunt and she and her brother visit Patrick frequently. She is secretly a favorite.

Ade (lives with their aunt): Patricks second biological child, a sprouting scientest of a son. He looks a good deal like his sister and, thus, like his father. As he gets older, he's become increasingly interested in science, especially with bugs. With his sisters outgoing and overpowering personality, he usually is seen in her shadow and either the victim or co-conspiritor of her pranks. He and Tyven are the product of mutual rape.

"Parental?" Kians voice was almost inquiring; at least that's what Patrick assumed. The dark man was typing away at his computer, filling in the data of his latest reports on the kids and the days work at the lab, his eyes intent on the screen. "You have recieved mail."

"Just toss it in the trash." Patrick said idly, his fingers not daring to pause on the keys. He was able to reach 100 WPM and didn't want to break the rythem. "S'probably another stupid credit card offer or something equally queer."

Kian paused at his fathers words, tail twitching just slightly. Derogatory remarks towards others, he was used to by now; comments on skin tones and speech and their political leanings were heard often in the streets and had become even more frequent amongst the younglings he taught to swim. 'That's so GAY' wasn't rare at all and, from what he was able to figure out, gay was another term for homosexual. Homosexual was the technical term for a male who preferred males, females who preferred females. That meant his Parental was a homosexual and Kian, kind of?, was? Autsu-sexual?

So why was he using it in an insulting manner?

The alien finally sighed and in his slight annoyance at the puzzle that was his life, dropped the envelope in front of the older male. "It does not resemble 'junk' mail, Parental. It may be important."

With that, he turned and headed back to his room, a slightly grumpy expression decorating his face. Humans - Earth people - Gaians were confusing. He didn't like it.

On the other side of the room, Patrick faltered in his typing to glance down at the envelope. Kian had been right; it looked almost like a personal letter. Handwritten and everything. He sighed and plucked the letter from the desk, ripping it open with maroon painted fingernails. Patrick wasn't flaming; he just liked being color-coordinated. So there.

He scanned the letter, lips pulling into a frown. His love life sucked? Of course his love life sucked. The scientest was 23 with nearly no time to go out, a bad attitude, twenty million ******** kids and he wore more mesh and leather then a punk rocker and an emo kids b*****d child. Any and every guy he met automatically he was some submissive b***h (or the 'c-word', as he had been called once) just because he was smaller and thinner. Augh.

"But I don't need a friggen DATING service." He said outloud, crumpling up the letter with one hand and throwing it at the trashcan. The ball of paper spun around the rim before falling to the ground - the trashbin was at his FEET for ******** sake!

Patrick groaned and picked the letter back up, glaring at the crumpled paper. Finally, he sighed and smoothed it out on the desk, still scowling. His love life DID suck, after all. It sucked harder then a New Orleans whore after labor day who was short on crack. It looked free, anyway. What was the worst that could happen?

Despite the niggling voice in the back of Patricks head telling him EXACTLY what could happen, he grabbed his pen and started filling it ********' paper.

"Have fun?" Katuras voice was a little curious, a little dry, when patrick walked in from the date. He was a child, still, but he had a perceptive little brain. His level of intelligance was on par with Ades, although he applied it to different, more physical things.

As it was, he was bouncing a little soccerball on his knees, one and then the other, concetration only vaguely resting on his father. Patrick didn't have a 'no sports in the house' rule, as it didn't matter compared to the other chaos that usually ran free in the home. Iamel, in the kitchen and tossing together some sort of dinner for the kiddlets, poked his head out to give his father a leer.

"Done sucking face already, Shiniee?"

Patrick paused in his trek and blinked a little, a little rapidly. "I - what? Were you two SPYING on me?"

"Akilah was too!" Katura protested, grabbing at his ball and holding it to his chest. He was frowing, a petulant child found out by his mean parent. Akilah, from the couch, just giggled. "And Kian!"

"I was not." The monotone voice was rumbling from the kitchen as well, the same agravated tone as it usually was when it came to matters like this. In the back of his mind, he wondered how Autsu could stand it, the snarky, slightly edged personality. Then again, he'd seen the two together. Kian was oddly kind around the other alien... Who knew what was up in that crackheaded little brain of his. Amidst the thoughts, Kian kept talking. "Iamel merely made a comment -"

"Now a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy-"

"-And we glanced. That is all."

"-And the woman who'll kiss on the second time out is anything but fussy-"

"Shut up, Iamel. You have a horrible singing voice." That was Patrick, one hand clamping over his ear in a defense against the nasal voice singing a song from Family Guy. He should've blocked the television. "I am NOT a hussy."

"But a woman who'll wait till the third time around, head in the clouds, feet on the ground!"

"Iamel, swear to god."

"She's the girl you're glad you've found, she's your Shipoopi! Shipoopi, shipoopi, the girl you want to ******** s**t ON A STICK, IAMEL."

The Bird paused in his song, a smirk written across his thin lips. He disappeared back into the kitchen, still humming the song under his breath. That's when Kian left the little area, coming into Patricks view with a roll to all three eyes. Jii was at his heels, the ever loyal Zurui, and she gave Patrick a curious look. Katura, on the other hand, was snorting into the dead cow of his soccer ball and Akilah had actually fallen off the couch in laughter.

"But to answer your question, Kat, yes. I had fun. We talked at a coffee shop and then he made me stir-fry--"

"Where were you at so he could make you stirfry? Does he own the cafe?"

Patrick growled. "Iamel, I swear to high heaven and back, that if you make ONE MORE smart a** comment, I will smite you."

"You'd have an angry ballerina on your hands." Akilah pipped up, his furry face peering around the leg of the couch to them. "Iamel's boyfriend--"

"Is NOT a ballerina." Iamel interrupted, coming out of the kitchen to the living room/dining room area with a very full platter. Veggies, fruits, seeds and dead animal. What a chef. "He is a dancer. Modern and classical."

"...you have a boyfriend?" Patrick said slowly, his eyebrows arching. "When did this happen?"

"He's not even my boyfriend! We're just dating. It's casual."

"When did this happen? Where'd you MEET him?"

"He's Dees dance instructor." Kian murmured, sliding past his father to grab an apple slice from Iamels platter as the Bird, now grumpy, headed for the overly large dining room table. "He's been at his house around four days a week for the last three and a half."

"How the ******** do you know that, alien?!"

"You never spend the night with your one night stands and you come back smiling the next morning. Also, bruises." Kian gestured to his neck vaguely, taking a bite from the small piece. Iamel was flushing; the rest of the gorup was enjoying it as Akilah and Katura trundled after him.

"So? Like we don't know what you do at those little 'spars' you and Autsu do at that house."

A pause and Kian kept moving until he sat on his stool at the dining table. An eyebrow rose over a frosty eye as he leveled his gaze at Iamel. "And?"

When Iamel blustered for some sort of response, Patrick just sighed and sat in his own chair heavily. "We went to his place. He had a puppy, I played with it, we ate and came back here. I kissed him. Once. I'm going to be calling him tomorrow. Are you guys happy now?"

"Are you?"

Patrick blinked, turning his gaze to Katura. His youngest had a perfectly serious expression on as he dropped the ball to the ground, leaving it rolling as he grabbed at some food. Hn. Smart kids were weird sometimes.

"...well." He started, blinking against once he realized that all four of the children had their eyes trained on him. "Maybe I could be? I like him."

Iamel just grunted, grabbed some plates and put them down. "Kian, go get 'Kuti and Dee. They need to eat."

Kian stayed put. Katura heaved a sigh and slid off his chair, heading off to find his sister and niece. After that, they were silent.