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[firefromwater]

A boy wanders in with a husky-esque puppy at his heels. He (the boy) is just over average in height and he has a hereditarily thin build, though he does at least manage to look healthy. Something else he's inherited is the red hair, though it's a far more natural shade than his father's, and his eyes are a sort of pale charcoal at the moment,

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[thesamelie]

*arches an eyebrow, studying him thoughtfully* And hello to you too. *studies the dog for a moment too, then gestures slightly and dismissively* Milton could take him. *she'll offer a hand, though* Megara Hades. You'll forgive me if I reserve judgement on returning the sentiment until I find it appropriate to.

[firefromwater]

*nods, accepting the hand with a firm, rather business-like shake* Understandable. As for Joth, I think I'll keep him. He'll train eventually. If he doesn't, I'll let him pee on Cooper's bed.

[thesamelie]

*snorts quietly* If that's your half-brother, then I thoroughly approve. Half of the fun of having pets is to let them torment your siblings.

[firefromwater]

That's my half-brother, yeah. I figure it's mostly his fault the training's not taking anyway so why not let him suffer for it?

[thesamelie]

*amused look* It's his fault? How so?

[firefromwater]

If I have to go anywhere like, say, school and I can't take the puppy with me, Coop never keeps an eye on him. I tried crate training but I've got an escape artist for a dog and all my brother's got to say when I get home to find a puddle on the leather sofa and a puppy chewing my father's shoes is "Huh. So that's what that growling was." Not like we get disgruntled imps and onis showing up at the door often enough without Father home for the growling to be anything else.

[thesamelie]

*...okay, has to grin* Your life must be so difficult. Imps and onis? Who is your father, anyway?

[firefromwater]

*dramatic sigh* It's a nightmare. *and a pause* Sometimes literally. But yeah. Imps and onis, daemons of all shapes and sizes, really. The cultists don't get the address and the politicians rarely make house calls anyway. *le shrug* Father's name is Meresin. Or Mr. Meresin, as often as not. He works in television.

[thesamelie]

*most people might at least doubletake, but she'll just look mildly impressed, then amused again* I see. That's certainly a new one.

[firefromwater]

It's an interesting life. Father's got daemons and executives all over the place and Dad's surrounded by artists and authors. On one hand, there's a rat race and, on the other, there's a flock of birds.

[thesamelie]

*snorts quietly* And here I thought I was unique with Mum as one of the centers of cult worship and Dad with criminals and embezzlers and murderers and all sorts of lovely unsavoury types.

[firefromwater]

*faint grin* Sorry. Didn't mean to burst any bubbles. Families are special institutions.

[thesamelie]

That's very true. They say there's a reason marriage is called an institution, but families can very likely drive one mental far quicker.

[firefromwater]

That may be one of the truest statements I've ever heard.

[thesamelie]

*something halfway between a smile and a smirk* I do my best.

[firefromwater]

And you do well.