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Rysha was irritated. Beyond belief. Actually, that was probably a severe understatement, though she would never admit that to anyone out loud, only to herself in her head. The result? Running her hands through her hair in irritation, cracking her knuckles, and pacing about the room. Yeah, that was the extent of her anger that she let herself show on the surface. Rysha was just controlled like that.

And the reason the deity-in-hiding was annoyed? That a couple of stupid mortals managed to trick her into taking a kid, because they knew she wasn't legally "alive," as it were, in any sort of legal documents. So, with threats of revealing her to law forces, they coerced her into taking on the little girl, Tryst. She agreed because it would have made things much too inconvenient for her to go through everything again, much less having to deal with the process of making another dance studio. At that thought, she couldn't help but look at the little girl sitting on the floor against the wall, curled over and around herself with her brother, eyes shut and her whitish hair draped over her face.

Tryst's pale blue eyes opened as she felt the woman's gaze on her, Rysha's. Not 'the woman,' "mom." It felt funny thinking of her like that, after being with scientists. All she'd known that was constant was her brother, Emmet. She smiled hesitantly at Rysha, whose irritated expression softened as the brunette looked away. Tryst looked down at her brother, sleeping with his head in her lap, and she shook his shoulder gently. "Emmy..." She mumbled, not nearly loud enough to be heard by Rysha or the other man, the one who was gonna take Emmet.

Rysha's green eyed gaze was drawn to the man when he spoke. What was his name again? Ricky? Waldo? He was irritated as well, quite angry actually, and, like her, was hiding it just as much as she was. "How are we going to do what?" She asked carefully, crossing her arms and watching him through her hair, her bangs having fallen over her eyes, and she didn't particularly feel like brushing them away at the moment.

"About the two kids?" Rysha looked over at them again, the irritation at the situation in general present in her eyes, but when she watched the two siblings, her gaze always softened. She couldn't help it. They were adorable, especially how the two cared so much for each other.

Tryst was watching their new parents talking, but she was pretty much ignoring what they said. They were probably arguing about what to do, but she already knew they'd take them home. That's what the doctors said, and she believed them.

"Mmhm. Gotta wake up, sleepy head." She grinned at her brother, small pointed fangs gleaming softly in the fluorescent lights. "The labbies left, and... They're talking." Tryst hesitated before she said 'they.' It felt weird to call them momma and pops, ignoring the fact that for the man at least the title seemed severely inappropriate for his image.

She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, before heaving a big breath of air. "Well, since they're siblings, twins to boot, I think it'd be best if they're near each other at least. I've got an apartment in Barton, but it isn't exactly ginormous or the lap of luxury. I can make room for Tryst, no problem. Dunno about you two though..."

Rysha trailed off, thinking. There were probably apartments for rent or sale scattered around town. But it'd be best if the two were close together. Her apartment had room for at least two bedrooms, possibly a third if she moved all her crap out've the storage room. Possibly if Sergeant Whats-his-name didn't blow his top and wouldn't mind sharing her apartment.

Turning away from him, she walked over to the twins, squatting down in front of them and putting on a small, encouraging smile. "You two awake?" Rysha asked softly.

Tryst clung tightly to his hand in return, feeling the familiar scales covering his fingers. She gave him an encouraging smile when he asked what she was afraid to think. "I don't know, Emmy..." She said honestly, looking up as Rysha, momma, came over, sitting in front of them. Tryst nodded mutely, watching her while she snaked her head under Emmet's arm, holding onto him around the waist. "Yes momma, we are." Tryst snuggled closer to her brother, her eyes turning to the big scary man standing behind Rysha.

She pondered, watching the twins with a finger resting on her chin, both elbows on her knees. "Well, my apartment could probably fit the four of us, if these two don't mind sharing a room, which I doubt we have to worry about." If he was alright with moving together, she really didn't mind that much. Besides, he could help pay for rent, since being a dance instructor didn't have the best income, granted she was a good instructor, but still.

"A small house would work too, though that'd be more expensive, 'cus I'm not leaving my dance studio. The apartment is cheaper cus it's in the same building, which I own. Kinda." Back to the legally "non-existing" part. Yippee. But jeez, Tryst calling her 'momma.' Oh, that'd take a little getting used to...

Tryst nuzzled against Emmet's neck, making small comforting crooning sounds. "It'll be okay, Emmy. Hear what they're saying?" She said softly, looking up at him, her blue eyes seeking his black ones. "They want to keep us together, maybe even the same room!" That thought gave Tryst a real smile, which she turned to the man and Rysha, her smile was bright and grateful.

"Please?" She asked them, a single plaintive plea.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be the type to talk to a stranger." Riley said, with the ghost of a smile forming on his lips. "And I'm sure we can get along somehow, spontaneous blackmailing and sudden parental duties aside." Despite his expression and his choice of words, he was trying to be optimistic. But it was hard, considering their situation; Riley had lived alone for so long, and now he was going to share a house with a woman and two children...and they weren't a family.

Emmet was nodding energetically when the woman asked if it was okay to live together. Hell, he would live outside in the cold just to stay near Tryst! He stared at his sister when she moved away from him, and after staring at her for a moment, he followed her lead, slithering slowly, uncertainly, to the tall man that was going to be his guardian. When he got near the adult male, he looked over his shoulder at Tryst again, then back to Riley. Again following her lead, he reached out to put his hands on Riley's leg to help hoist himself up on his tail to hug Riley around the waist. If Tryst did it, it had to work.

"Uhh...Hi." He muttered quietly, patting the boy's scruffy, light blue haired head. "It won't be right away...we'll have to live seperately until we find a place...but we will all live together, okay?" Riley was trying to sound reassuring, but he was sure he was failing. His career demanded he be great at lying, at pretending and creating...and he was good at it, but in this situation...he wasn't so sure.

"Promise?" Emmet piped up from under Riley's arm, staring at the man with wide, glossy eyes.

"...I promise." Riley said, ruffling the boy's hair.

Emmet grabbed for Riley's hand, figuring that the man wouldn't be the type to pick him up. He clung to the Military man like he was a lifeline; his sister was going to leave him for a few days and he needed somebody, anybody, to cling to. To make himself feel comfortable. To wash away the queasy feeling that was bubbling up in his stomach.

"Yeah, lets get going." Riley said after a moment, slowly leaning down to pick up the little snakeling, holding him lightly against his chest. "I can take you two home, thats fine." It would be a good idea to remember where she lived...for future reference, anyway. With that he walked towards the door of the room, holding it open for the two females before guiding them out of the building and to his poor Cavalier, who had never had more than one person in it. Not that it would really matter.

"I should get carseats for them, I think." Riley mused.

"I don't know...maybe we can get one custom-made with harnesses to hold their tails." Riley mused grumpily, putting Emmet in the backseat beside his sister and buckling him in as well, though probaby not as securely as Rysha would have made Tryst. The military man wasn't much of a father.

"Yeah, we can stop. We might as well, I don't have toys for a kid. What kind of things do kids like now, anyway?" Though he spoke calmly, it was clear he was still irked and short on patience, though he was trying his best. Sliding into the drivers seat, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot for the labs, heading out. "You're going to have to give me directions to your house, too."

Emmet fidgeted with his seatbelt, trying to get it away from his neck. This was uncomfortable! Pouting, he reached out for Tryst's hand, gripping it tightly once he found it. They had just left the only place on Gaia he knew.