"Oh," Rai muttered, "I didn't know that..."
Tria sighs, running a hand through her hair.
"So then, who are your parents?" Rai asked. He sat on the couch.
"Nyx and... I'm not sure about my father," Tria admits, shrugging.
"Okay," Rai nodded.
Tria sighs, plopping down on the couch. "Yeah. So... I doubt you're completely human."
Rai sat down, he thought to himself. "That makes me wonder about my parents."
"I would assume your father is Zeus, based on your personality. Mother... Who really gives a da.mn?"
"I do." Rai looked of into nothing.
"Look, humans get mixed up with gods and goddesses and it never turns out well. It's doubtful we'll ever know about our human parents."
"Well, I did..." Rai smiled painfully, "she was nice, until... Until monsters killed her, then I was lived under a man until now."
Tria falls silent, staring at her hands in her lap as she twists the onyx ring around her finger. For once she actually didn't look like she wanted to kill someone.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Rai tilted his head back.
Tria shrugs, running her hands through her hair and sighing. "I really don't know. Usually I would figure something out, but... I feel like sh!t right now."
"Ah," Rai muttered, "hmm." He closed his eyes.
((Hey can you please join Sword Art Online? If you do, just post your skellie on the newest thread that says it. It should say Ded. after it.))
(Uh... Sure, I guess. I may ask you to powerplay my character when I'm gone, though.)
Tria glances up at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, quickly getting to her feet. "Mom and Dad are home," she mutters under her breath.
((K, I'm fine with that.)
"Good, we can find something to do." Rai got up and started pacing normally. His limp was faint and his broken leg was already healing.
"We?" Tria asks, raising an eyebrow. "You expect an antisocial wh0re like me to actually be a normal person and interact with other people?"
"Well, you're going to have to do it sometime in the future, might as well start now." Rai shrugged.
Tria rolls her eyes in exasperation, leaning against the stair railing. "Fine. I have nothing better to do anyway."