<span style="font-style: italic">knock, ,knock, knock...</span><br/><br/>"I wonder who that could be," Emily mused aloud, turning toward the front door.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">EMILIMON ROLL!!!</span><br/><br/>An excited, barely contained squee escaped her. She bolted to the door and dragged the Nekojin inside before he could finish his inquiry.<br/>"Hi! Didn't expect to see you here... Not that I'm complaining, 'cause I'm totally not!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Nice place you got here!"</span><br/><br/>Emily blushed, "Eh... Yeah. Daddy's the owner and Dean of the university, so we make a lot of money... That Rylie never accepts," She added with a pout, "I offered her a room here a few months after she moved into the city, but she said the small apartment was more her speed," The blond looked around the large greatroom, with its vaulted ceilings and custom stained glass, and shrugged, "I suppose it is a little bit fancy. But anyway, what brings you here this afternoon? Aren't you usually with Ry-Ry and Kratos? ... Oh, that's right. She has work. I'll text her to let her know you're over here. Do you want any food?"<br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Something on your mind?" </span><br/>"No. Nope," Rylie answered, probably a bit too quickly.<br/><br/>She finally looked up when he asked her about human lifespans. Her mouth opened to answer, but he had already pulled the numbers out of his notebook. Her amber eyes narrowed as she caught on to his line of thinking, and she shook her head against it.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">. "Rylie... I don't think your parents left to hunt demons. if they did, they would have been gunned down when they had a background check done. I believe they left you in that orphanage so you wouldn't see their demonic sides."</span><br/><br/>"That doesn't matter!" Rylie snapped suddenly, clenching her fists, "Abandonment is abandonment no matter what way you look at it. So what if my parents<span style="font-style: italic">might have had</span>demonic sides? At least I would've been where I belonged, instead of an outsider. At least I would've felt wanted... All I ended up was being a punching bag for those who thought it was funny to be lonely." She shook her head again, forcing herself to calm down, "It doesn't matter anyway. What's done is done."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Back to my earlier point... How old are you, and how old do you think I am?"</span><br/>She raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm twenty-one. And you... look about the same, maybe a little older, but I know better," She chuckled at him, "You're at least three-thousand, given the time spent in suspended animation."