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Kyle felt his sense of foreboding grow as he neared the building, Isabel clinging tightly to his hand. It hadn't been hard to find the place, but now that he'd reached the place... well... they created children. Or something. Not that he wasn't happy to have his little girl, but all the same. Didn't that make them mad scientists or something?

Still, he needed to know more about Isabel, and needed to make sure she was 'ok' so to speak. And he didn't know how to check her out. So it'd come to this.

An attendent in a white lab coat reached their side the moment they came within the doors, asking their buisness and leading them toward Shy's office. The man was frowning, and Kyle felt his nerves fray a bit forward. If this was about the eyebrow piercing, well, she was his daughter!

And he wasn't going to tell her what to do with her body. Besides, she looked good with it. They were dressed simularly again, Isabel was always trying to mimic him. He wore slacks, in an effort to look nice, and a short sleeved button up shirt. She wore the same, though her shirt was blue instead of black, and she had fishnets on underneath. Still, he thought they both looked presentable.

Pushing open the indicated door, he walked in, trying to hide his nerves. "Dr. Shy?"

"Shy then." Kyle said, with a casual shrug, momentarily forgetting that he was on his 'best' behaviour. Not that he could hide much, the tattoos and brightly coloured hair were something of a give away. Still, he was trying. He wanted to be thought of as a good father.

The office was a bit... strange, but hell, this whole place was strange. He was willing to accept that. Willing to... adjust. Besides, he liked different.

Isabel blinked up at the strange man, holding tightly to her Daddy's hand. She thought she liked him, he was smiling. So she smiled back, following Earako's advice, surpressing the urge to giggle. "'ello Mister." She chimed, dragging her father further in and pulling him over to the sofa she decided was best. "'m Isabel. This is my Daddy!"

"I see." Responded Kyle, who didn't. What were the courts? He knew, somewhat generically what the 'fae' were. The man who'd brought the jar Isabel had come from had explained it. Sorta... Kyle had been in a hurry. But, now, when he had a chance to get his questions answers, he found himself concerned about looking ignorant. "This is just to make sure she's healthy, yeah?"

"Cake!" Isabel threw in, interrupted, bouncing in place enthusiastically. "No tea. Daddy likes coffee!"

"Nah, I'll have some Iced Tea." Kyle contradicted the little blue girl gently, ruffling her hair lightly, "Coffee can't be for all the time."

Isabel didn't hesitate, with a quick smile she snatched a plate from the table, as if the offering might be revoked at any time. It was best to be careful about these things, even if Mister Shy did seem nice. Happily distracted by the sweet, she took a huge bite before remembering her Daddy, "Want some?" She asked, mouth full.

"That's alright, Mija." He replied absently, wearing an amused smile. "I can get my own if I decide I'm hungry."

"Thanks." He added, as he accepted the tea, sipping carefully and raising his pierced eyebrows a bit at the taste. "Not bad. And I guess you're right, but hell, I've already given up cigarrettes for her, coffee'll have to wait."

And it was still hard, sometimes all he wanted was the feeling... of smoke in his lungs, the taste and the peace it brought. But it wasn't good for kids. Or so he kept hearing. "Nah. But it's fine. Just 'bel and me." And JD, hopefully... maybe? It was hard to think of them as a family, but maybe that's what they'd be.

Perhaps the average father would have reacted poorly to the appearance of the two fae, especially the apparent tattooedness of the male. But who was Kyle to judge? He nodded in acknowledgement when Shy said their names, Liset and Verth. Noting that Verth was occupied with his daughter, he turned his attention to Liset. "Hey." A casual greeting, paired with a smile. "Take good care of my 'bel."

And perhaps most children would be intimidated by a guy like Verth all but bounding toward them. Isabel, however, wore a huge smile. "Hi!" She chimed happily, staring openly at Verth's skin, and thinking that she had to decorate herself more eventually. "Want some cake?"

Moving her attention to Liset, she continued to stare, her gaze full of open admiration. Of the many 'lessons' she was learning, 'don't stare' had yet to be taught. "You're pretty." She announced, "You look like skys."

Isabel was clearly preening under the attention. Not that she wasn't used to it, her father lavished her with praise as well, but these were the first two fae she'd ever met. So the fact that they seemed to like her as well certainly perked her up. Giggling, she put the last piece of her cake in Verth's mouth, quite proud of herself for being so generous. After all, it was very good cake.

Liset had most of her attention when she described the stars, the little blue girl staring hard as if she might catch one in the act of moving. Her small fingers touched the same approximate spot on her own chest, mirroring the older fae. They were so cool.

Kyle's expression was one of indulgent patience as he watched the fae get to know each other. It was good that Isabel wasn't going to be afraid, especially since he wasn't permitted to accompany her.

"M'kay." Isabel responded without hesitation, reaching a hand toward each of the teenage fae, fully expecting them to hold them. She wanted to walk in the middle! Though Isabel had yet to learn to fear people, she had learned that her Daddy worried sometimes, so she turned to him, offering a confident smile. "I be back, kay?" She chirped, before turning her back to him. Onward, to adventure!

Kyle watched, slightly uncomfortable, as the two fae interacted with his little one. Not that he didn't trust them but... hell... he didn't trust them. As a member of Tred, he'd seen the darker side that people showed. These days, he saw it even where it wasn't.

Still, he couldn't hold Isabel back. And it was important to find out if she was healthy, "I'll be here, Mija." His gaze was glued to her back, though he spoke to Shy, "How many Fae are there?" An absent, filler question. Just something to say while he watched his daughter walk away.