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The had finally settled down for a nap. Finally. Lucas had thought he was going to pull his hair out with all the stress he was getting lately. Now, looking down at his two wards, he couldn't keep himself angry. The two ferrets had curled both atop his lap into a meld of mahogany and tan, snuggling against one another more for companionship than warmth. The guardian was currently trying not to move too much, even though his leg was beginning to fall asleep. They were too cute this way- it was how he'd fallen into the trap of adoption. A fluffy green blanket was being carefully draped over the two when Mordread entered.

"Sh..." Lucas prompted quietly, raising a hand in greeting. The aforementioned hand was gloved in latex, as if the young man was trying to work with something sterile. A pair of hazel eyes swept once over Mordread respectfully, though naturally drifted to the kids he had. Dogs. Great. This was no doubt going to turn into something rambunctious and... filthy. Lucas almost cringed. Almost.

A tendril of smoke weaved its way through the air behind him, from the end of a cigarette. A man belonged to this cigarette- if you could really call him that. He was shirtless, tanned, and well-muscled, but his skin was beginning to sprout patches of emerald scales and thus marred the image of semi-humanity. A pair of pale jade eyes offered Mordread only a glance before the tall, red-haired man snorted derisively. A puff of smoke fumed through his nostrils as a result. Obviously he could care less if he was allowed to smoke or not. Whoever he was, he was sitting in a chair behind Lucas but paying attention to none of them. The man took another drag from his cigarette.

The young man's eyes widened at the screeching, lower lip quivering for a millisecond. No. No no no no... Slowly, ever so slowly, his vision lowered to the two in his lap. A pair of tawny eyes cracked just a bit. He wasn't quite sure whom they belonged to. He held his breath, hissing it out softly when the eyes closed themselves again, groggily.

The man with the cigarette stared at the noise-maker harshly, obviously irritated with the ugly sound. Ashes were flicked from the cancer-stick carelessly to rain down on the floor. "Cat and dogs. Tell me that ain't ironic."

"Keiran, sh..." Lucas warned almost desperately, almost seeming to shrink into himself when the man grinned deviously. Then he glanced to Mordread. "I apologize... But you really don't want these two up and active. I'm Lucas, what's your name?" He offered, trying his best to be friendly, but quiet. He clammed up every time one or the other of the twins seemed to stir.