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Molyneux was the last to make his way into the home, although honestly he didn't particularly desire to focus on the blubbering woman for too long nor find himself too close to her in-case the woman clung to him. Mothers, you know? In-fact the half-demon didn’t dare tread much further than the entryway with that thought in mind and on top of simply wanting to keep his shoes on, the man could still hear perfectly well from where he remained and thus there wasn’t much reason to venture further in. Eris was there anyway and Molyneux was making good use of her. Besides comforting others wasn’t his specialty, or rather he just didn’t put much effort into that aspect.
Keenly eavesdropping on the entirety of the conversation between the girl and the mother, the half-demon silently lingered with his hands in his pockets; only listening to the subtle details exchanged. Honestly, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little with the woman’s consistent tearing up. In a way he blamed her, but voicing such opinion would only lead to trouble, more so as Molyneux distinctly heard another entering, which was revealed to be the woman’s partner. So the child had both parents? Yet neither could protect it nor prevent the kidnapping, which piped at the man’s intrigue quite a bit.
Listening for just a little longer though Molyneux believed that they had exhausted all leads that could be pulled from the couple, which was neither good nor bad. Parents were always a risk; they were too emotionally involved for one and in most cases they usually hid something, whether they deliberately meant to lie or not. The half-demon knew from experience to accept their words with a pinch of salt, even if these two in particular seemed genuine enough. The man wasn’t going to fall to it so easily, not until they had more answers and fewer questions and a solid lead towards the child’s whereabouts.
With that in mind the half-demon made his own way out the door again without barely a goodbye uttered to the group, and soon found himself out on the pathway once more. It was dark and cold and unnervingly quiet. Molyneux hunched his shoulders up a bit when feeling an unwelcomed breeze rush down his neck. If he was feeling the bitterness, what was the missing child feeling? He tried not to care that much, after all it wasn’t exactly his own child out there, was it? In times like this the half-demon was pleasantly content in the knowing he wasn’t a father to anyone, and thus wasn’t obligated to express such concern.
He waited outside for Eris, who was presumably still talking with the mother and father and rounding off the need-to-know stuff. Molyneux wasn’t sure why the council appointed him to do these types of cases as he obviously wasn’t best suited for it, and the only qualification the half-demon had was his knack for eventually “getting the bad guys” as some put it. Did that actually count? Shaking his head slightly and looking to the sky, he saw that the moon was hung high above; a contrast of shadows and light scattering across the neighbourhood. For all Molyneux knew someone might have been watching them at that very moment, using the lonely night to their advantage.
Keenly eavesdropping on the entirety of the conversation between the girl and the mother, the half-demon silently lingered with his hands in his pockets; only listening to the subtle details exchanged. Honestly, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little with the woman’s consistent tearing up. In a way he blamed her, but voicing such opinion would only lead to trouble, more so as Molyneux distinctly heard another entering, which was revealed to be the woman’s partner. So the child had both parents? Yet neither could protect it nor prevent the kidnapping, which piped at the man’s intrigue quite a bit.
Listening for just a little longer though Molyneux believed that they had exhausted all leads that could be pulled from the couple, which was neither good nor bad. Parents were always a risk; they were too emotionally involved for one and in most cases they usually hid something, whether they deliberately meant to lie or not. The half-demon knew from experience to accept their words with a pinch of salt, even if these two in particular seemed genuine enough. The man wasn’t going to fall to it so easily, not until they had more answers and fewer questions and a solid lead towards the child’s whereabouts.
With that in mind the half-demon made his own way out the door again without barely a goodbye uttered to the group, and soon found himself out on the pathway once more. It was dark and cold and unnervingly quiet. Molyneux hunched his shoulders up a bit when feeling an unwelcomed breeze rush down his neck. If he was feeling the bitterness, what was the missing child feeling? He tried not to care that much, after all it wasn’t exactly his own child out there, was it? In times like this the half-demon was pleasantly content in the knowing he wasn’t a father to anyone, and thus wasn’t obligated to express such concern.
He waited outside for Eris, who was presumably still talking with the mother and father and rounding off the need-to-know stuff. Molyneux wasn’t sure why the council appointed him to do these types of cases as he obviously wasn’t best suited for it, and the only qualification the half-demon had was his knack for eventually “getting the bad guys” as some put it. Did that actually count? Shaking his head slightly and looking to the sky, he saw that the moon was hung high above; a contrast of shadows and light scattering across the neighbourhood. For all Molyneux knew someone might have been watching them at that very moment, using the lonely night to their advantage.