"Hello, Donavon."

He spares the younger angel a glance as he enters his office, reading through the files of the newest trainees under their command and guidance, smiling as he listens to the younger angel hum as he looks through the interesting books he's collected over his lifetime and travels. He gets a book from every place he's sent, Earth, other Galaxies, he takes one as a souvenir.

Happy to share them with any who are interested.

"Hello, sir."

The Captain falls still for a moment, his eyes flitting up to stare at the back of the youth's head, and as though he felt the gaze on him, Donavon turns to meet his gaze over his shoulder. "I could have sworn I've told you not to call me that."

He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, Nis."

"Much better." He nods in approval, sighing as he closes the file he's reading through, he hates doing paperwork as much as the next guy does. He tosses the stack of files onto his desk, coming to stand behind the young man searching through his books, he curls his hands over his thin shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "You're as thin as a twig, I don't know how you manage to keep up, you'll come dine with us at the Pavilion tonight, you could do with a bowl of thick stew. We need to get some meat on those bones." Donavon giggles lightly and nods at his words. "Finding anything?"

The youth shrugs lightly. "There's so many interesting looking ones." He looks up at the taller angel for a moment. "I don't know how to choose."

"Allow me to lend a hand, then." He looks down to meet his gaze. "What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know…Adventure? A place different than this one."

Nisroc smiles. "I got just the one." He reaches forward, leaning over him, Donavon ducks slightly as he does. He takes a deep maroon book by the spine and pulls it free, pulling it down for him, it sits kind of higher then he can manage. "What about this one?"

His young companion takes the book gingerly, flipping it open to the first page, and his eyes skim hungrily over the page as he soaks in the words. "Perfect."

"I'm glad."

"Hey," the boy goes tense at the echo of the new voice, curling his arms around the book, holding it tightly against his chest. "You wanted to see me?"

He turns them around, curling his fingers tightly around the tense young shoulders when the boy backs up a step, pressing against him at their new guest. "Thanks for coming, Puriel."

The lightly toned man smiles at them, nodding in acknowledgement, he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, with his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Nisroc smiles at him, squeezing the boys shoulders, Donavon averts his eyes from the new Power standing before them. "This is Donavon."

"Ah, the boy you've been telling me about?"

"The same. I thought it time for you two to meet."

"I see," the medic nods lightly at his words. "Why does he look like I'm about to strike him down?"

His Captain frowns lightly. "We have a bit of an issue with trusting others."

"Sure. Who was his guardian?"

"Theo."

It's the medic's turn to frown. "Well, that's horrible." He tilts his head. "Who's bright idea was it to give him a fledgling to raise?"

Nisroc shrugs, his expression giving way that he'd like to know such information for himself, how did the bad ones always end up with lovable impressionable fledglings to care for, when they didn't have a single caring bone in their bodies. He'd thought long and hard on who to bring into the equation, who would be suitable enough to take up the care that the boy needed, and there was no one else that had come to mind, other then his brother.

He squeezes the tense shoulders again, they're as stiff as a board, and he tries to ease the tension away. "Donavon, this is Puriel." He nods at his brother. "Puriel, this is Donavon."

The medic smiles at him, trying to ease his nerves, he can see the strain he's in under all that tension. "Hello, Donavon, it's nice to meet you."

The boy just nods, a stiff jerk of his head, his embrace around the treasured book tightening.

He gestures to the book the boy holds. "I see you like to read, it's one of my favorite pastimes too, what do you like?"

"I like…Ad—Adventure books."

Puriel nods. "Those are the best, aren't they?" the boy nods and he smiles lightly. "I like adventure books too. Nis has a grand collection, but not as grand as mine is, I can show you if you'd like."

Donavon seems unsure, looking down for a moment, adjusting his position slightly.

"You're so tense, too, I'm hurting just looking at you."

He pushes away from the doorframe, slowly crossing the threshold to meet at his side. "Let me help you." The boy looks up at Nisroc, unsure, and the Captain nods slightly. "He knows what to do."

"C'mere, kiddo, I'm not gonna hurt you."

Donavon takes a cautious step forward and turns when the medic gestures for him to turn, ducking slightly when he curls his hands over his shoulders. "Right….about…...here." He digs his thumbs into the tense muscle and he can't stop himself from giving an involuntary groan of comfort, the tension slowly falling away as he works his fingers into the constricted muscles. "Does that feel good, Donavon?" the youth nods silently, stepping back slightly, leaning into the touch. "This would be so much better if you were laying down." He removes his hands, smiling at the soft whine the young boy gives, and tugs on his sleeve. "I think I'll take him from here, Nis, thanks for the introduction."

"Of course," Nisroc smiles as Donavon turns at the tug of his sleeve, letting his medic curl an arm around his shoulders. "Rest well, young Donavon."

They turn the corner and disappear from sight, and he turns back to continue working on his dreaded paperwork, not seeing the head poke around the doorframe. "So, you're not taking him in?"

"I never intended to, Paul." He knows who it is without looking. "I have my hands full enough keeping you two out of trouble." He flips through the file he has in hand. "Had you not been so moody about it, I would have told you, before assumptions had been made."

He doesn't look up, he doesn't have to, to know that his oldest charge has parted from the doorframe, turned into his office. He merely lifts his hand, knowing his approach despite not witnessing it, and lets him curl around his side, lowering his arm to rest his hand a top his head.

"Sorry I was so bad."

"Me too."

Paul mumbles into his side. "I just thought you were replacing us."

"I'd never replace you, my little one, I promised you that when I took in young Sasha." Nisroc tosses the file back on his desk in favor of curling his charge in his arms. "And, I do not break my promises."

His boy looks up at him. "You're not mad still, are you?"

The Captain smiles down at him, poking him in the side lightly, chuckling softly when he squirms around. "No, I'm not mad at you anymore." He smiles at the giggles that come to pass as he continues to poke him in the side. "Let's explore those giggles a bit more. I haven't heard them in so long." He bends slightly, curling his fingers around the younglings waist, and lifts him up to sit on the edge of his cleared desk, the only covering being the files laying across the surface. Paul smiles up at him, his mischievous troublemaking boy, and points a finger in his face. "No."

His guardian chuckles lowly, attacking his sides in a sudden assault, and the boy archs as he shrieks in surprise. "You don't command me to do anything." He pushes the boy backwards, into a laying position, stepping forward to stand between his leg, and digs his ten fingers into his belly. "Let's hear those giggles, little guy, let 'em out."

Smaller fingers curl around his. "Nihihihihis!"

"There they are."

Paul shrieks when he finds a particularly sensitive spot and gives it some special attention, kicking his feet up, bracing them against the edge of the desk, he tries to lifts himself away. His guardian meets his challenge though, reaching back, spidering his fingers over the underside of his thighs. He chuckles at the squeal his boy lets out, throwing his feet down, to keep him from getting to his thighs again.

"I can't believe you thought so little of me." Paul looks between his hands as he raises them, wiggling his fingers slowly, giggling in anticipation. "To think that I would so easily replace you." He shrieks in laughter when he runs his fingers up and down his sides. Arching his back again in ticklish agony. "You, my little mischievous, troublemaking fledgling."

"I'm nohohohot a flehehehedgling ahahhahanymohohore!"

"You are if I say you are." He reaches forward, itching his fingers lightly against his neck, Paul shrieks brightly. He scrunches up his shoulders, high pitched giggles escaping him at the light tingly sensations, shaking his head this way and that trying to evade or dodge the fingers. It was an attempt made in vain. "You'll always be my little boy." He smiles at the bright, high pitched giggles. "Especially when you get all giggly like this."

The Captain pulls his hands back down again, digging back into his belly, spidering his fingers all over. Paul squeals again, twisting slightly, trying to curl up but failing. "Let's see how long I keep make those giggles last, shall I?"

"NOhohoho!"

"It was a rhetorical question." He tugs the boys tunic free from his belt, pulling up only slightly, and digs back into his bare belly. "I'm gonna do what I want." The Power pinches at his lower belly, Paul squeaks, squealing again when he digs back in, spidering all over his bare belly again. "And I want to do this."