Kintsugi

[Nox]

Kallisti wasn't exactly a place for kids. But it was the roof over Nox's head. It wasn't start of business but the girls and other employees would be trickling in. It would be better if none of them saw. Nox wasn't worried about getting in trouble, more about disrupting the show that was going on. Sterling always made things chaos, he imagined these two would do so much more -- specially in their tangled and disheveled states.

Nox pulled open the side door after the door moved a jar to let the latch lose. Juls looked at the trailing two and squeed. "Taking in strays? How sweet of you." She said as she ushered the girls into the back stage areas.

So much for not disrupting things. Between getting ready for their shows and pampering the girls first with showers and clean clothes, the girls took turns combing their hair, offering styling tips.

When it looked like they were overwhelmed Mae ushered them up to Nox's room where Nox had the bed turned down with clean sheets and pillows. "I think they've had enough of us for a while."

Nox looked at the twins and in clean clothes, t-shirts that were too big, tied and made to look like great dresses. Nox was never going to be able to return the girls to the refugee camp. The girls wouldn't let him and he saw him and his sister in their eyes.

Mae put her hand on his shoulder and sent the girls towards the bed with a guiding hand. "He doesn't bite. He's a real sweety. He can find someplace else to sleep."

Morgan grabbed jerked from Mae and grabbed Nox's mechanical hand and tugged him closer shaking her head. Kenzi just glared at Nox.

Mae giggled softly and shut the door behind her leaving them alone in the dim light of the red light district peaking through the shades. "I have to work down stairs, but I can stay till you fall asleep."

Morgan asked. "Can you tell us another story." She climbed into bed dragging her sister into the corner and handing Nox her fluffy bunny taking his hand and pressing it to her face.

"Sure." Nox sat on the floor and put his head against the wall and told another half truth story from Aurora and his childhood, he spoke softly until they were both sound sleep in the warmth of his clean bed and the music downstairs was just starting to blare. It would be a soft cadence here. He hoped.