If there was one thing Haraka had, it was a large number of strings attached. The most obvious ones were clear in sight, being a parent pared with his position. There was a lot of work involved in both things and neither could be taken lightly. The title of vice president wasn't something he took lightly. Honestly anything that held an amount of responsibility larger than the every day person had to handle made the doctor nervous. He couldn't help but to remember a certain building in a certain country hidden away under the ocean. They were blood family, no matter how much it was hated. Even after their species had changed, the mark had never gone away. That meant they were still family, it was still an irremovable part of their identity. It was one of the reasons the death fae used to try to rip their wings off for so long. It was good they had learned how to deal with those feelings and stop being so self having and self destructive. That didn't remove the scars on their back, nor the fears more deeply engraved than the carving within the skin. That little mess had two less obvious strings tangled and attached. The elder Omaras had a history of self harming and royal lineage. At least one of those was mostly buried with time, the other being something barely anyone knew ever even existed in the first place. A bookmarker was placed before the thick tomb before it was placed down at the sound of a certain voice behind the door. It wasn't just another worker, not like he ever considered someone as lowly as 'just another'. What he meant was this was someone he was a bit closer to. "Please come in Perry."
His voice was soft and quiet as it typically was, but he soon realized a problem. The doctor could typically speak loud enough to be sure someone could hear him, but he likely wasn't doing this right now. Furthermore, raising their voice any more would wake up the child in their lap. Then again didn't he normally get up to answer the door anyway? Not like it would be so easy to at this second. Then again this friend has elf ears now, right? They should work good enough to pick up even this mans quiet and soft voice. Maybe this shouldn't be left up to chance. With the book placed down, he started gathering the child carefully out of his lap and into one of his arms. Once that was achieved the man got out of the desks chair before then creating a few thick blankets. The blankets were of course made of layers of woven plant fibers, soft and perfect for wrapping a child in. The tiny clam child was carefully placed within the blanket pile on his chair. That was better, now he could move towards the door without worrying that any one motion could wake the tiny redhead up. There had been a bit of stirring through the entire time, but not enough to suggest the one year old had fully woken up. It was a bit of a relief, enough to allow the man to start walking from the chair. Should he grab some food from their bag under the desk? Well, not yet. He had no idea why his friend was coming, so snacks might be a little much. Then again, might as well ask? "Would you like some tea, or something to eat?"
Being closer to the door now, at least the quiet voice would have been easier to hear, if the other hadn't already come in. There was one thing the doctor couldn't do that made the man vastly different than others Perry had been with in the past. As a single parent, there was no way he could have flings. As a virgin who had been holding onto that for thousands of years, they couldn't just toss it to a random stranger for fun either. There were many reasons that made him a complicated person to be with, but each one also made him all that less likely to be the type to want something temporary. Nothing was simple about the death fae, not even the gentle grin that their full lips tended to make so often towards so many people.
Harakas Total: 1,250
Group Total: 1,933