Quietly one of the many tomes from the private study of his. The feral like raven haired man settled into the chair of his, kept nearby his desk. Reading quite contently he was until a knock and the sound of sliding boots came about to his ears. Despite annoyance the sounds brought to his ears, and the knowledge, just by the sounds, he greeted him with his casual soft spoken tone of voice. "Que, I could hear you come in. What do ya want?"

Hoping to get a rile of the black haired versoin of himself, Queit pulled up and sat in a chair across from the desk. "You're too miserable you know that right. Despite you just coming back home from 'homeland' " He leaned back and made the quotation fingers as he said homeland. "And having Hanzo on a vacation, beside which he tell ya where he was headed? Well anyway, besides you don't me living anymore either but I thought I check and see if you had just gone on a Shatter spee and cleaned out my room. Because ya did, my idea would be going complete the crapper along with the dust of the rest of the stuff there."

Maris only looked up from his book breifly to show the rolling red eyes. Queits and ideas seemed to either one dangerous or two: too stupid and insane to fully realize, ever. "What do ya have in mind this time around? And to answer the questions before ya start running the mouth again, here goes: Hanzo only told me that he wanted to take some time to train in his kind's ways of combat, to keep the rust off incase he meets a worthy opponent to spar against. It's a honor thing and we don't have anymore. And no your room may be locked up, but I didn't go around just casting Shatters on whatever was there. You're still family and this home is welcome to my family."

Queit got pretty gleeful just from the fact that Maris is even allowing him to tell him the idea. He hunch over a bit and started to make quick multilpe gestures with his hands. "Alright, I was thinking you let anyone come here and just hang out. I've heard some of the street guardsmen talk about a place by the station house that only we guardsmen can hang out and just relax. I thought that maybe if we did with this place, it get all the unused room a use, maybe get that jungle you call a garden in the center of the place tidied up. By the way Gia is pissed about you letting run that way the last time I prayed to her. Told me that gardens are plant life in a very controlled system that we mortals have to maintain or it loses all beauty." Maris glared at him for that comment. "It's true it's true! Beside with anyone running around here you wouldn't be so gads forsakenly lonely either. Maybe even find you the one woman that would mate ya and not leave within, how long did the last one stay?"

"Two months" He scoffed at the questioned. "Amelia stayed for six months. Number two could acutally wait til she got feed up. But ya one the three, each was better than the last someone, Lauratte just bolted in a week after the wedding, never slept with her. Amelia stay long enough to give me a divorce decree. And Brandy I got to slept with, but no kiddies with her."

"Eh women who understands them, I mean I was faithful even if Belen wasn't exactly ful of committment, she walked all over my heart and took my adopted daughter when she bolted, five years after that happened, Kina and I mated. Five years, legally she was dead at three but I maintained faith like a good little boy did. Kina and both agreed that our mating was rushed and ill planned from the start."

"Plus they overwork you at the station, that's the problem" Maris stopped reading and pointed at him "Don't be so damn good at your job then Queit, how many times do I have to tell, do any job you that isn't a tanigle service for the people well enough not to get fired. Especially you being a cop for the city. You're the working so hard and for what? Another passed up promotion? Since you made LT how many times have they over looked for Captain? I've kept count because I'm the only one you show the complaining side of yourself on a regular basis anyway. Eight times you've been passed up, and with a place that just throws out promotions it would seem that you're passed up from the next rank. Queit, you ever think there might a small degree of racism in the force? Like from what I've seen, Orges and orcs are always the violent criminals, elves midgets and human steal everything, humans are also the ones that tend to the murder for hires, vampires have lewd conduct, Drawves get public drunkenness, Dragons are the terrorists, and Giants have willful destruction of property." I swear how your street guys operate is just offessive in that remark, over stereotyping."

"Whoa whoa, are you getting jealous that we're not typecasted by the police as a criminal element? You wanna be the organized crime boss like Lance is? Granted is also been a grandiose aid to our family for years.." Que was cut by Maris' next comment.

"Only because he owns the copyrights to our bodies. At least our father's side, though, Que, your father shouldn't have been alive if Storm's plan and Lance's father dreams were followed through without the Gods meddling with granddaddy Jed and granddaddy Joseph."

"Poppy" He grinned as Maris tensely gripped the book he was reading, that name got him. "Ya know, the stories that my uncle, your father wrote about about how the family came to be sound just a little too far fetched. I do believe that the Dragon Storm was very hateful for us but I mean come on, the gods had to meddle and give them our grandpappies who then merged and became your daddy while Storm got pissed at him and made my daddy." He dropped the gleeful tones of his voice. "Think about it, I'm sure there's a book somewhere that tells what really happened with our dads' orgins. You know last week I busted a guy for an illegal chimera creation, you understand how long it takes one man, even a great wyrm like the Storm was, alledgedlly, to make just one? Eight years to gather the right materais" By materials he meant people or animals. "If just toss together the ones you want doesn't mean it's going to be such successful product, I mean, look at how you were born. Mommie had to swap into another mommie to birth ya. I think that's how your body got screwed up you got test tubed mid growth. Oh like wasn't going to have an effect on your birth. Aunt Arye messed that one up, why the short term of banging my uncle." He threw his hands up in a fit. "Was sex the only that seemed to matter to her? I'm almost glad she's dead with uncle. Their souls boning for ever in heaven under Marth's preverted eye. I see why the Inferno is more in intent with staying in the Underworld and resided over the doomed souls rather the blessed souls."

Maris leaned over and grabbed the collar of Que's long and drug him over and smashed him into the desk's hardwood finish. "Don't say anything about my mother that way again, or I will kill you myself do you understand me? My mother was a good soul. You never knew her but she wasn't like how my father wrote it." Some has mommie issuses, can you can say Mommie Issues? Oh what, very good boys and girls. Maris still spoke in what most would consider a normal tone of voice, for him, it was his way of yelling. "Don't do that again, just don't, even I did kill you, we still fall under the Gods' Rule of Two for our family."

"Yep I know that" He grinned as he broke Maris' grip and slid off the deck and returned the chair he was sitting in. "Beside you can't kill me, you can't beat me in a spar, think on how a duel to the death would go, I beat you silly, to the point you wish you were dead and living in Irgaak while it worked on resurrecting your body." His grin grew wider. "I know I don't have as many of the toys I used to carry back when I was huntin and living off the land. But still, my twin tonfas would beat that Magic talking sword o zapping any day of the weak. Mr. Hero complex with a massive sword, you trying to be like that Cloud dude, you that he was gay right? I've read the story behind him and that Sephiroth guy he fought with for apparently a few years with. I swear it comes as a sick and twisted gay love story."

"Queit how many times do I have to tell ya awhile back I was sleeping with men as well as women. I'm bisexual you nut job. Though I've sworn off men since the last one turned out like a woman I mated with. Doesn't mean that..." Maris is just riled now. Que had that ability to really get him good when he want or just had the right timing with when to annoy him. "I don't have a hero complex. Granted the Irgaak does have that notion with It. But I don't keep my hair in a style that would set off the gay or once gaydar of the men out there. If ya ask me, I rather have forgotten and never became a bisexual, you know how hard it is to just switch your sex preferecnes just on whims?"

"Nope, had no need to, I'm screwy in the head."

"Techincally yes, that's true I suppose with you but do you hear yourself think sometimes, you sure you don't have a mild pshycosis or something?"

"Force make see a shrink every month to prove I'm still mentally capable because you're not the only that thinks I can be slightly off the rocker."

"Someone agrees with, that ought in the papers, but our family isn't that famous"

"Or populace like some of the others, am I smelling inferiority complexes from you now?"

"Smell," another scoff, "Funny you should have been a standup comedian or a jester.

"No patience or land mines I get out from the evidence room to scatter all over lawns." He chuckled a bit "Fleshy go boom" that was followed by a dumber (intelligence wise like his brain power dropped massive to barely functional in a quick moment) laugh.

"Gods I hate you Queit."