The Mavericks, Logan and Nyx
The four headed out of the Llewlyn's room, laughing loudly and chatting. They headed to one of the recreation rooms, hoping to maybe introduce the new set to the rest of the school.
Nyx watched the two pairs of twins out of the corner of her eye, while she snuggled with her Logan. Well, they just screamed 'we did something, and we're gonna get away with it too!'
"Hey, Nyx, Logan," Mordred said happily.
"You lot did something, didn't you?" Nyx grinned.
"Whatever would give you that impression? I'm deeply wounded by the insuniation." Octavian put a hand over his heart and made a pout face.
"Ohhhh, he's so cute!" Nyx giggled. "My only advice is, don't get caught."
"We don't intend to, and we never have yet!" Demetria was actually on the ground, low ceilings not being conducive to floating everywhere. "We're the Mavericks, and London has already learnt to rue our prescence."
"We get in without a trace, and leave the same way," Vortigern said with a grin.
"We are the Unheavenly Twins," Octavian added. "And we are yet to be caught when performing havoc."
"I knew I liked you four! So, who'd you prank?"
"A certain telepath peeking tom, and her signicant other," Vortigern said after making sure no one else in the room was paying much attention.
"Count me in next time!" Nyx bounced and clapped her hands. "I have much ideas."
"And I'm very carefully not listening," Logan said. "I am supposed to be a teacher."
"Of what?" Demetria asked.
"Well, if you ask Pyro, I teach Art." They all laughed. "But seriously, I teach a bit of self defense, and a bit to do with motors."
"Interesting, this place is most intriguing." Octavoan turned in a circle. "Yes, indeed it will do."
"So bloody full of yourself," Mordred grinned.
"If you looked like me and had my pedigree, you would be as well." Octavian looked down his nose at Mordred, and then grinned. "You know I never mean a bar of it."
"Yeah, you can't help being an inbred wanker."
"Be quiet, serf!" The other halves of the twins snickered as Mordred and Octavian sparred verbally.
Gwen, Bobby and Storm
Gwen and Bobby looked up from talking to Storm as the Mavericks came in with Nyx and Logan.
"Who are they?" Gwen asked Bobby and Storm.
"I don't know, must be new." Bobby looked at the new arrivals in interest while Storm was getting up.
"Spose we should introduce ourselves. Come on."
They made their way over and Storm stepped forward.
"Hello, I'm Storm."
The Mavericks
"Let's go with the short version, shall we, Dem?" Octavian looked at his sister.
"Do let's. Our names are too long as it is." Demetria nodded.
"My name is Octavian, and her's is Demetria. Please feel free to call me Tav, and her Dem. Everyone else does anyway." Octavian heaved a long suffering sigh. "Our parents have delusions of granduer."
"Needless to say, our being mutants did not go down well. How *dare* we disgrace the family name that way? Who was going to want to marry us, knowing we were mutants?" Demetria started to drift upwards, upset. "Obviously, our only purpose in life is to reflect well on our parents and ancestors, and produce squalling brats."
"That's the upper classes for you. Dem, you're floating." Vortigern put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently to the floor.
"Your parents are idiots. 'Nuff said." Mordred shrugged.
"It is true. Somehow the extensive years of inbreeding in the upper classes of Eng;and managed to produce us, regardless." Octavian put his arms around his sister. "Don't think about them, Dem."
Storm, Bobby and Gwen
Storm nodded and Bobby and Gwen stepped forward.
"I'm Bobby."
"And I'm Gwen. Don't worry about the parental thing, my parents dumped me as a kid coz I'm a freak." She adjusted her gloves slightly.
The Mavericks and Logan
"Eh, we're all freaks." Mordred rolled his shoulders dismissingly. "You havta be to get in here."
"Excellent point." Vortigern nodded.
"So, how did you know the Llewlyns?" Logan asked curiously.
"We met in England. London, to be precise. Vortigern saw me leap about five feet in the air, and they came over. We exchanged polite chitchat, discovered we were all mutants who were twins and decided to form an allieance. We cause much havoc."
"We are the Mavericks," Demetria intoned. "Unheavenly twins, joined together in an unholy alliance to wreak mischief and trouble wherever we go."
"It was nowhere near as much fun when they had to leave." Octavian made a pout face.
"Yeah, thanks to the bastard." Mordred growled and clenched his fists.
"What happened?"
"He hit Siobhan." The two blond twins eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed.
"Next assignment is now one evil stepfather."
"Thanks guys, but that won't be nesscary." Vortigern stepped in.
"Oh, why not?" Demetria fluttered her eyelashes. "It would be ever so much fun."
"Because we want to keep seeing our sisters."
"Fine."
Bobby, Gwen and Storm
Bobby nodded. "Well said, you do have to be a freak to get in here. Besides, there are so many mutants out there, shouldn't the so called 'normal' people be called the freaks? We're well on our way to over taking them."
Gwen smiled. "That in itself, is a very good point."
"So you're going to be students here?" Storm asked, looking pleased.
Octavian, Nyx and Demetria
"Yes. Your professor was quite...understanding," Octavian said.
"He was quite the gentleman," Demetria added.
"Xavier is such a sweetie!" Nyx said. "I don't think he would turn anyone away if they needed help."
Gwen and Storm
"Yup, good old Xav." Gwen grinned. "Last mutant school I went to, I wasn't allowed to go near anyone else."
Storm sighed. "That's why this school is the best. So now doubt, I'll have you in my classes?"
Octavian, Demetria, Nyx and Mordred
"I would love to know how dear mater explains my absence to Eton." Octavians's eyes gleamed.
"Or mine to Ashfields. They will be *quite* cross." Demetria giggled.
"So yes, for the forseeable future, we will be residing here." Octavian nodded.
"Which is bloody fantastic," Mordred grinned.
Bobby, Gwen and Storm
Bobby laughed good naturedly. "Yeah, more twins, just what we needed."
Gwen giggled. "Well, twins rock."
"I should get ready for my next class. Nice meeting you though." And with that Storm was gone.
Gwen looked after her then turned back to Nyx and the others. "You know what, I saw we either party tonight or dance again."
Nyx, Octavian and Demetria
"Par-tay!" Nyx did a dance. The people who knew her ignored her, but the other two stared. Nyx grabbed Octavian's hand. "Dance with me!"
"As you desire, so shall it be, lady." Octavian dipped her backwards in a graceful swirl, then drew her back up, settling his hands in the waltz position.
"You waltz?"
"I attend Eton, of course I know how to waltz. I can fence as well. Quite well. I'm school champion, and if we ever go home, may become national champion."
"And so modest as well."
"Hush, Dem."
Bobby and Gwen
Bobby turned some music on and grabbed Gwen's hands. They danced around together, they had agreed to just be good friends now, so there was no longer awkwardness between them.
Gwen twirled around and pulled Logan in to dance.
"Come on Wolf. Dance."
Logan, Mordred and Demetria
"The wolf would be over there," Logan said as he tried to pull away gently.
"I'm hurt, Gwen, really hurt that you could confuse me with him in any bloody way!" Mordred said, grinning and enjoying Logan's discomfort. Demetria was in his arms, swaying gently and laughed in delight.
"This is so much more fun then the occasions Mother always wants to take us to!"
"Considering the quality of people there, and the people here, are you really that surprised, Demmy?"
"Not at all, darrrrling!"
Gwen
Gwen giggled. "I mean wolf because of your claws." She watched him struggle again. "You really don't wanna dance in front of the kiddies, do you?" She shrugged and let him go, dancing over to Mordred.
"You look like a more fun wolf."
Demetria, Octavian, Nyx and Logan
"Oh, I am. But are you bad enough to play with the big bad wolf?" Mordred grinned at Gwen as Demetria danced away to Vortigern.
"Someone's been talking to Spike," Nyx commented.
"Who's Spike?" Octavian asked.
"Spike is a vampire. You'll love him all to pieces. I do!" Nyx and Octavian were still waltzing to the music.
"Vampire?" Octavian blinked.
"My turn, bub." Logan grinned umpleasnatly at Octavian and took Nyx from him easily.
"As you say, sir."
Gwen
Gwen giggled. "See that," she said, indicating to Logan and Nyx. "that is chemistry. Can't you see the sparks flying?"
She twirled around and ended back in Mordred's arms. "And yeah, I think I'm bad enough for you."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Oh, do you now?" Mordred grinned down at her, one eyebrow going up.
"Stop it before you get hurt, wolf!" Vortigern called out.
"Oh, she wouldn't hurt me. Would you?" Modred asked Gwen.
Gwen
Gwen paused before answering. "Only if you wanted me to."
She grinned and kept dancing up close against Mordred.
The Mavericks
"Well, at the moment that would be a no, because we're in public..." Mordred's voice was a throaty purr.
"Water! Someone throw a bucket of water over him, please!" Demetria waved her hands in the air. "Whatever would Mother say?"
Isn't this fun? Mordred asked Vortigern.
It hasn't been the same without them. Vortigern replied honestly.
"Mater would have a very refined fit," Octavian said dryly, "right before she swooned."
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Well, then I can't wait for us to be in private." She winked.
Bobby danced himself over to Demetria. "Wanna dance?"
The Mavericks
Mordred laughed, and then leant his forehead against Gwen's. "Was that an invitation?"
"Of course!" Demetria swayed into Bobby's arms. Vortigern and Octavian looked at each other and shrugged before they started dancing together.
"We haven't done this for a while," Octavian commented.
"We were very drunk the last time it happened as well." They both snickered.
"That was your brother's fault."
"I know." They shared a fond smile.
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen smiled seductively at Mordred. "Nope, not an invitation. More like a promise." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Bobby took Demetria's hands and spun her around carefully. "So, how do you like Mutant High so far?"
Mordred, Vortigern and Demetria
Mordred's grin got a bit more predatory. SCORE!
Oh, shut up. Vortigern said acidly.
"Really now?" Mordred said to Gwen. "But do you make good on your promises?"
"It's lovely," Demetria said to Bobby. "Seeing Mordred and Vortigern again...we had so much fun in England! And we're off to a good start here as well. Can you keep a secret?" She looked deeply into his eyes.
Gwen and Bobby
Mordred, Demetria, Logan and Nyx
Mordred's hands slid a bit lower. "I will then."
"Oh, it depends on how much you despise one Jean Grey and her
significant other," Demetria whispered into Bobby's ear. "Would you
tell even if you liked them?"
"I love hanging out with teenagers. They give off such a buzz," Nyx
said to Logan, her hands in his back pockets as they danced
together. "And that will have benefits for you, tonight."
"I'm countng on it, babe." They kissed.
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen leaned in and kissed Mordred's neck. "Good. Then I'll be
waiting."
Bobby nodded. "Scott's not as bad as Jean. Jean's pretty annoying. I
wouldn't tell them."
Demetria and Mordred
"Well, as our hoorah, we're back together again mischief, we played
a trick on them. Underwear going missing, chocolate sauce,
shortsheeted beds, feathers, handprints, the works." Demetria's
smile was positively wicked. "It looks like several people have, how
shall I put it...done the deed in their rooms. And since they know
neither of them havem though Jean's bra and a set of panties are in
Scott's room...we're waiting for the screams to erupt momentarily."
"I'll be making sure I knock on your door then." Mordred bent down
and nuzzled into the side of her neack, hands placed very fiemly
over her bottom and thumbs drawing little circles over the base of
her spine.
Gwen and Bobby
Bobby laughed. "Oh that's a good trick. Jean deserves that."
As if on cue, a glass shattering scream was heard.
Gwen ignored it and kept her attention on Mordred for a second
longer. "Good thing I'm in a single room then."
The Marvericks and Nyx
"I think our trick has been discovered," Octavian said and all the
Mavericks shared an evil grin. "Once more, starting to think about
sex very firmly. It tends to discourage most telepaths," he
explained. "I suggest you all try it as well." Octavian out his arms
around Vortigern's neck. "Remember that club in Soho?"
"How could I forget?" Vortigern looked at Octavian fondly. "Your
response when I told you, was very encouraging."
"Well, I was glad to be of assistance." Octavian smiled back. "What
kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"
"Indeed," Mordred drawled in response to Gwen's statement.
"I'll set a ward over the room, sweeties. Just so you aren't
interuppted. Oh! And an illusion in Mordred's bed."
"Thanks, Nyx." Mordred flashed a grin at her.
"I don't do it to my room. I like Jean having to know I stole Logan
out from under her nose." Nyx looked up. "And here the silly bitch
comes. Heads up, people."
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen looked over to see her royal pain in the arse approaching them.
"Who... who did this?!" Someone turned the music off and the room
was now silent except for the loud breathing of Jean.
Gwen giggled.
"Was it you?"
"Like I don't have better things to do. Why would I wanna go into
your stupid room anyway? There's nothing in there to steal."
Jean looked shocked and Gwen rolled her eyes. "I'm a master thief,
remember sweets? Lighten up, I'm not gonna steal from here anyway."
Bobby decided he should give defusing the situation a go. "Jean, I'm
sure that this is all just a misunderstanding."
"I don't think so! I intend to see the Professor about this!"
The Mavericks, Nyx and Logan
"Aw, sweetie, don't get your knickers in a bunch." Nyx's eyes
gleamed evilly. "Or was it something to do with your knickers that
has you all afroth?"
"You! It was you then?" Jean seemed desperate to accuse anyone and
everyone.
"Sweetie, if it was me that was messing wit' ya, I'd just make your
hair fall out." Jean blanched and raised a hand to her head. "Or
make Scott unable to perform."
"You can do that?" Logan asked with interest.
"You don't spend a decade with Anyanka without picking up a few
teicks. That girl showed me stuff I hadn't done."
Mordred and Vortigern threw up mental shields, but in case Jean
decided to go deeper, filled the surface of their minds with graphic
sexual thoughts. Octavian did the same, but Demetria decided to play
mistress of the manor and stepped away from Bobby.
"And who might you be?" Her voice was sweet, but disdainful, backed
by centuries of breeding. "I don't think we've been introduced..."
"I want to know who thought this prank would be funny!"
Demetria's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, she's in for it now," Vortigern said gleefully. "You don't do
that to an Edgerton-Smythe."
"Your ill breeding holds me quite astounded." Demetria's voice was
coldly contemptous. "I think you are in dire need of a lesson in
manners. Perhaps you did not hear me, or perhaps you don't
understand English well. What, is, your, name?" Demetria ennunciated
clearly, like she would to someone deficent in intelligence. Jean's
mouth worked soundlessly for a moment.
"I-"
"We have words of one syllable. How clever of you." Demetria clapped
her hands once, twice, still staring at Jean. The other Mavericks
were snickering, and so was Nyx. "I know not everyone in this school
is rude, so it must be just you. Or are you a charity case? You poor
dear." Demetria fluttered her eyelashes. "Is she on medication, Nyx?"
"She should be!" Nyx said cheerfully.
"My name is Dr Jean Grey, and I'm a teacher at this school."
"The American education system really is slipping then," Demetria
said with a sigh.
"How dare you!"
"I dare much, because I am obviously inherently more intelligent and
better behaved then you, Doctor." Demetria's eyes were like ice as
she stared Jean down.
Gwen
Jean stepped forward, like she was going to try something, so Gwen
simply slipped her gloves off and wiggled her fingers in Jean's face.
"Nuh-uh sweetie. Try it, and you'll get a little shock." Gwen smiled
sweetly and let a spark appear in her hand.
"You... whoever did this... I'll tell the professor."
"Ooh scary." Gwen grinned, then made another spark.
The Mavericks, Nyx and Logan
Demetria yawned, one hand covering her mouth politely. "This grows
tedious. Goodbye, Doctor." She looked at Nyx. "Will you do the
honours, mistress Nyx?"
"I would be glad to." Nyx's grin was feral. "Byebye, Jeanie!" She
waved her hand and Jean disappeared to reappear outside the room.
Nyx made a gesture and the door slammed shut in Jean's face. Another
flick of her hand and the music blared on. "Let's dance!" Nyx
grabbed Logan and started dancing again, having moved all the
furniture to the outside edges. Demetria smiled at Bobby and started
swaying her hips, hands above her head. Mordred got back to the
dancing Gwen and he had been doing before Jean barged in. Octavian
and Vortigern started dancing again, talking quietly.
"So, what's everybody's power? I can float myself, and teleport. Tav
has this thing he calls Agility. He uses it to win his fencing."
"It's a natural ability," Octavian sniffed. "It's not my fault I
just happen to have faster reflexes and be stonger, more dexterous
and so forth then everyone else." Jean tried to opedn the door, and
got it partway opened before Nyx slammed it shut again, putting a
spell on it for good measure as she made out with Logan.
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen giggled as she spun back to Mordred. "I'm electric." She
demonstrated by sending another spark into the air.
Bobby danced his way over to Demetria and put his arms around her
waist and pulled her over to a table. He put his hand on it and made
her a little ice rose.
Demetria and Octavian
"That is perfectly beautiful," Demetria said, smiling at Bobby. "I
wish that I could usemy powers for toher then mischief.
"Don't be so blasphemous, Dem!" Octavian gasped, one hand to his
heart.
"Oh, go and snog Vort, Tavvie dearest," Demetria cooed, fluttering
her eyelashes.
"Been there, done that, got the bites to prove it," Vortigern said
with a grin. "You're the same, Demmie, don't lie. I *know* Mordred
gave you more then a few hickeys."
"As the wolf would say, if he wasn't so involved in miss
electricity, sit and spin, darrrrrling." Demetria smiled sweetly and
flipped the bird at Octavian and Vortigern.
"Meeeeow, pussycat! So unladylike. What *would* mater say?" Octavian
looked shocked, but the grin took away from the effect.
"Mother would positively die!" Demetria giggled.
Gwen and Bobby
Bobby laughed. "So tell me more about your upbringing... you were
raised, no doubt, by the way you spoke to Jean, as an upper class
fine standing citizen?"
Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, spose I am Miss Electricity... cool
name."
Octavian and Demetria
"You're talking and dancing with minor nobility. We have so much
money, and our family is *so* well bred-"
"For well bred, read inbred," Octavian cut in.
"Yes, thank you, Tav. As I was saying, we are so entirely upper
class we are allowed to be eccentric. And then there's the fact that
I utterly *loathe* acting according to people's expectations."
Demetria sighed in a matyrlike fashion. "It is a curse."
"Although rank hatth its priveleges, on the whole I would agree with
Dem." Octavian made a face. "Especially when you have parents like
ours."
"Being dumped on nannies-"
"Knowing the kitchen staff better then your own parents-"
"Going to fashionable boardings schools to learn etiquiette-"
"Having to make *connections*,"
"Having your futures planned out for you. Which for Tav is a career
in politics, and baby factory for me." Demetria grimaced.
"Oh, I have to marry some simpering debutante and produce the hier
to the title, don't forget." They both had looks of pure loathing on
their faces.
"But probably not anymore, thank you God for rescue from that fate!"
Demetria raised her eyes heavenward. "Mother was very carefully
having a refined upperclass fit in the library when we left."
Bobby
Bobby nodded, understanding. "Ah, see my parents had big plans for
me with boarding school... I broke their hearts by turning out to be
a mutant. One of the 'creatures' that they'd seen so often on the
news."
He sighed. "I wish I had a normal upbringing, but then again, what
is normal these days?"
The Mavericks
"Normality is overrated," Mordred said firmly. "Have you noticed how
bloody boring noraml is?"
"Who decides what is normal?" Octavian spread his hands and shrugged.
"People who have no lives?" Vortigern suggested.
"You have, to put it bluntly, hit the nail on the head, Vortigern,
darrrrling." Demetria laid her head against Bobby's shoulder.
Scott
Scott walked into the bedroom he shared with Jean. Doing a double take, he smiled, knowing exactly who had done it. He stepped out into the hall.
"TWINS!!!! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! ALL FOUR OF YOU!" He had noticed them all whispering and snickering, and besides, his 'inside source' (a certain younger cousin) had warned him that somebody wanted to play a prank on Jean.
The Mavericks
"Oh, bloody hell. I think someone tattled," Mordred said in disgust.
Nyx opened the door and all the Mavericks left the room.
"Yes?" Demetria delicatley raised an eyebrow. "I must say, the
standards of teachers at this shcool is quite deficint. I mean,
really."
"Oh, quite, Demmy darling. Not a patch on the English education
system, wot?" Octavian looked at Scott regally.
"We are deeply ashamed," Vortigern dead panned.
"Well, it's not your fault the Colonials have such shoddy standards,
is it, Vortigern old chap? You are Welsh, not American." Octavian
crossed his arms.
"And thank god for that!" Mordred laughed.
"So, what did you want to see us about, Scott?" Vortigern asked.
Scott
Scott smiled. "Now, I know that this room didn't look like this when Jean & I got up this morning. And I know that she's been busy in the medlab all day. And since I've been taching, who do you think could have possibly done this?" he guestured to the chocolatey mess covering his & Jean's bed, as well as the open condom wrappers.
The Mavericks
They looked at him, innocent expressions fixed on their faces.
"We have no idea what you're talking about," Octavian said firmly.
Demetria put a hand to her head. "Oh my goodness! I have never in my
life been so insulted and mortified! What a thing for a lady to
see!" She swooned and Mordred caught her.
"Sir, I must insist that you answer for my sister's indisposition.
It is not right that you should show without warning something like
that to someone of a delicate nature." Octavian was playing the
regal English snob to the hilt. "It is none of our affair what your
bedroom looks like, and we are simply shocked that you would accuse
us of such childishness. Good day, sir." Octavian nodded
coldly. "Mordred? Would you take Demetria to her room?"
"Of course, Tav." Mordred grinned and winked out.
"Now, if you have evidence to back up your accusations, I would be
glad to hear them." Octavian turned back to Scott.
Scott
"Believe it or not, as your teacher, I don't require evidence. The four of you have detention. Separately, for the entire week, starting Monday." Scott grinned. Sometimes, it was good to be a teacher.
The Mavericks and Nyx
Octavian blinked slowly, and then turned. "Can he do that?" He asked
Nyx.
She nodded. "Sorry, sweeties. But hey! I need someone to help me
patrol. Me, Logan and Spike. So, that's three of you."
"Thanks, Nyx," Mordred said. "But seeing as how Scott's a dick, his
behaviour is not surprising in the least."
"Accusing and sentancing without evidence or clear cause," Vortigern
said.
"And considering they've been with me all day, I think he's being
rather unfair, yes," Nyx said, lying through her pointed teeth. "I
really think you should reconsider, Scott."
The three guys turned back to scott, one eyebrow upraised on each of
their faces.
"Please, do you really think I and my sister are stupid enough to
perform a prank like this on the first day we arrive?"
Scott
"Well, since I know that they HAVEN'T been with you all day, since I've spotted you several times either alone or just with Logan than, no, I won't reconsider. But remember this: better it's me giving detention than Hank or Ororo. All I'll make you do is train in the Danger Room." Scott grinned. "With Logan."
The Mavericks, Nyx and Logan
"Sounds like fun." Octavian turned and regarded Logan. "Tell me, do
you fence?"
"I do! It's been ages since I had a good sparring partner for that
particular form of combat. We are so doing it, Tavvie sweetie." Nyx
grinned.
"I don't fence, I just fight." Logan's grin was rather nasty.
"Ah well, it'll be fun seeing Logan trying to lay hands on me or Dem
as we 'port and she floats above his head out of reach. You'll find
that this punishment is more in the nature of play, Scott. Tough
luck." Mordred grinned mockingly, before looking to his fellow
Mavericks. "Well?"
"Yes, let us retire. Honestly, he's so crass." Octavian looked down
his nose at Scott.
"Welcome to the list, Cyclops," Vortigern said.
"You have the privelege of becoming one of the few people and
establishments to irritate us enough, that we declare you listed."
Octavian brushed a speck of dust off his sleeve.
"Be afraid, be very afraid. And don't expect us to slip up again.
We're good at this." Mordred's smile was positively predatory.
"We were the terror of London."
"And it was fun," Vortigern said gleefully.
"We are the Mavericks, also known fondly as the Unheavenly Twins."
Octavian looked at the people they had been dancing with. "We shall
go and comfort our other member."
"I'll see ya later, Gwen."
"And I'm sure Dem is thinking fondly of you right now, Bobby."
"Shall we?"
"Let's." Mordred put a hand on each of their arms and they
disappeared.
"I so would not wanna be you, Scottie boy." Nyx shook her head.
"And I'm not the only one who thinks you're a dick." Logan grinned.
Scott
Scott grinned. "I know. I planned this whole thing. I just want to see how innapproprioate they'll get before the professor talks to them. Besides, I have to practice my discipline, I'm gonna be a dad!" Scot was still unable to stop his giddy bouncing.
Logan and Nyx
"I think they know how to walk the line. You might be waiting for a
while." Nyx grabbed Logan's arm and dragged him back inside. "Oh,
and congrats. I think you'll be an excellent dad."
"Yeah, maybe." Logan was cut off by Nyx's lips. He waved a hand at
Scott and headed back inside.
Estrella and Claudia
Estrella walked up to the people, they looked about her age, holding Claudia's hand.
"Hola, I'm Estrella, and this is my sister, Claudia," she said, smiling, as she offered her hand to Demetria.
Demetria and Octavian
"Hello. Demetria, and my twin, Octavian." Demetria took Estrella's
hand.
"We're from England, can't you just tell?" Octavian
grinned. "Pleased to meet you, Claudia, Estrella."
Dawn
Dawn came running into the room laughing. "Dude, did you guys do that to Jean and Scott's room?" she asked. "Listen, Jean may deserve it, but go light on her, she just found out she's pregnant!"
Estrella and Claudia
"We've never been to England. We're from Colombia, South America. You make the fourth set of twins here, and Michael, he's good friends with our brother, says there's another staying with him that may come to visit, but they are aliens, me believe," Estrella said.
"Starry," Claudi said, "Calm down. Not do you want to frighten them."