Tomias was chasing after Dawn -- again. That girl was so veryactive and her and Ella both liked to tease him and tackle him. One from the skies, the other at his ankles. Yep, he never stood any chance whatsoever against the two. Luckily, he only had to worry about Dawn. Of course, the little thing was a hassle in herself. He ran after her and had just managed to get his arms around her, gripping her to his chest as he heard Nikkos' voice. He sighed heavily, holding the girl under one arm while her little bat wings fluttered, begging to get loose. "Uh-uh, little miss. You're mine now.' He stated, sticking his tongue out while making his way through the halls.
He walked over to where his love's voice came frm, stopping instantly once he saw Drusilla [yep, it's with an 's', I lied]. He stared at her and groaned, free hand colliding with his forehead. "Not again." He grumbled. Sighing heavily, he pointed to the living room. "Come on. Sit." He sighed oftly, adjusting the girl beneath his arm to move her over his shoulder. Her purple-tinted black locks falling over her giggling face. He sat on the couch beside the chair Dru was in. "What is -- no. Whose is it?"
Drusilla groaned and rested against the chair, arms crossed over top her large belly. "Same father. We made up ... I found out I was pregnant so I killed him." She shrugged her shoulders ever so nonchalantly, looking over at the male on the couch once more.