"No problem." Momo followed her. His movements were more like dancing then walking, a trait that all imps had. "Are you...going to tell him? Perhaps you should pull him aside and talk to him. And, make sure that he really is who we think he is..."

"I am not sure if the time is right, nor the setting in the very least," Iri said as she walked rather than performing any fluid movements. The Hinapouri clan had always been one that many said was too serious, it was almost as expected as the playfulness of the imps. They had their fun, though it was more sadistic play than anything else. "This seems to be a rather, personal? Subject in the very least." She then sighed as they neared one of the walls to the house. "I am just unsure as to when it is I should talk to him about this. I may do it tonight though, the moon is full so it may give us the answers we seak." She then stopped rather than going through the siding at that point. "Oh, and your relative? Sister or cousin right? I don't remember, but she's doing well." Iri then looked at the imp, a smirk crossing her own youthful features.

Momo chuckled, then waved her off. "I suppose you're right about that. I think you'll bewilder the poor boy unless you have an unlimited amount of time to explain everything to him. He'll want proof that he isn't fully human."

He paused, then shrugged. "And? It's not like me to care. My sister and I are not close."

The demoness then gave him a sympathetic look before saying, "Close or not it is a relief to hear that family is doing well after such a long time. I hadn't heard from my brother in many millenia and the news that I received was that he was killed in servitude to his mistress, my sire's sister." Then taking a breath she decided, "Tonight may be best then, it offers the most power to the supernatural." Without another word and any possible prodding about her brother Iri stepped through the wall, though she was unsure as to where she was and where the boys may be.

Momo didn't seem to feel relieved at all. Instead, he looked irritated. He skipped off to attend to his own business around the house.

"No, no, no..." Tzal's voice was echoing from his family's library. The house was very old-fashioned, and dark. "That wasn't written by Blake. That was written by Keats. How literature-challenged are you?"

Razz grumbled. "Oh, shush...all the Romantics' poetry looks the same to me, okay?"

"No worries, all the Romantic poets of their time, and even now all wrote about the same things," Iri said boredly as she found the boys surrounded by books. "They were all single for the most part, and lonely." She then shook her head thinking back to that time period. "Not the most interesting fellows to hold a conversation with let me tell you." She then moved over and sat down, rather floated over the arm of one of the chairs. The words were still going through her mind. She had to figure out how she was going to pull all of this off exactly.

"Great art can only come from isolation from society," Tzalmon commented, quietly. "Great artists are cut off from the rest of society, and without that isolation, their art will remain unborn."

"Uh...that was deep, Tzal." Razz almost sounded like he was teasing him.

"Oh that's a load of rubbish," Iri said as she leaned against the back of the chair. "If these guys actually got out their works would be more believable. More experience and truths would be held rather than this hopefully wishy washy stuff." Her eyes were closed while she spoke, but once she was done she opened them and cast a daring look at Tzal.

"Society is like a plague to an artist. Getting away from society is the only way true art can prosper." It seemed like Tzal wasn't going to change his views. He closed his eyes, looking bored and rather tired.

"I'm tired of talking about old books and old authors..." Razz groaned, lowering his face into his hands. "It's English class all over again..."

"Very well, we can find a new topic to discuss then," Iri said without thinking, though as soon as the words registered in her mind she mentally cursed herself. Slipping down onto the cushion of the chair she finally called forth her physical form from the ring causing it to completely go black. She then crossed one leg over the other, her arms folded behind her head as she watched the boys. She wasn't going to let on about her mental cursing, that would be something no good to her at the moment, not without a plan of attack anyway.

Tzal glanced at her curiously for a moment, then yawned. "Perhaps we should get something to eat? Are either of you hungry?"

At once, Razz leaped up. "Food...gimme food."

Tzal rolled his eyes, also standing up. "You are such a mooch. You barely eat at home, and then when you come here you eat us out of house and home...you are lucky my parents are out of town."

Iri casted the boy's a questionable look. "Food is not something that my body requires," she told them, though her tone held a sound of curiosity in it. She wasn't too sure why Tzal had given her a look, but she wasn't about to pry. Not now at least, she could always figure it was because she had taken a physical form at that point. She wasn't sure though, but that answer was good enough for her. Then again, her mind wasn't fully focusing on many things at the moment so her smart comments could be slower for a little while.

"Maybe so, but food is fun to eat," Razz informed her, grinning widely. "I like Asian food, and Italian food. Mm...my favorite food has to be spaghetti--a classic!"

"...I don't understand your fixation with food," Tzal murmured, shaking his head. He began to lead them out to his kitchen.

Razz grumbled, trailing along after him. "As your guest, I demand that you feed me! You're a bad host." He was having fun.

Iri watched the scene unfold with great curiosity. He really doesn't seem to act much like a spirit demon, but I suppose they all have their little quirks. Let's just hope he doesn't get himself killed like my last Sire did, she thought though she wasn't making any attempt to agree with him. She had eaten foods before but she couldn't really say what was satisfying and what was not. Perhaps one actually needed the nourishment in order to fully enjoy the tastes.

Tzal grumbled, then paused at the doorway to his kitchen. "Enjoy eating me out of house and home, my friend."

Razz scampered into the kitchen, eagerly. "Now...let's see what you've got!"

Iri followed the male's pretty much until Tzal had stopped. She didn't stop for conversation though; she was looking around. The house looked just about as old as it felt and yet it had modern commodities. She remembered many places like this back when they were first built and they had been truly a sight to see; nothing like the run down, beat up homes most of them were now, if they were still standing that it. She really did wish the walls could talk, but then again if she wanted the history of this particular building she could probably hunt down Momo. She wasn't that interested though. The dark haired girl then looked back at Razz, the apparently starving youth. She shook her head before walking through the threshold and into the kitchen. "Is it really wise to take advantage of such hospitality?" She asked him casually as she sat herself on the edge of the island.

"I don't eat at home. I come here and eat all the health food Tzal's parents try to shove down his throat. He's a fan of junkfood, sugar, candy...all that stuff. So if it looks like he's eaten all of his healthy food, his parents won't harass him."

Razz proceeded to dig through the fridge, a big grin on his face. "Now...he said he had a stir fry in here...where is it?"

Iri shook her head as she leaned back on the counter. "Eating your weight in 'health food' isn't healthy either, you know this right Rasputin?" She asked him as she turned her head enough to watch him in weird box emmitting cold. "It would be overeating at that point and that is bad. It may be the lesser evil when compared to junkfood but it is still not a wise choice to eat so much or little as you do at home." There is was; she was acting like she did before her Sire died. There wasn't much she could do if what Momo told her was true.

Razz grumbled. "You can just call me Razz if you want...up to you--I'm more used to Razz. I don't eat too much...I just eat what his parents buy him for the next few days, or weeks...usually in more than one sitting." He seemed puzzled by the fact that she cared.

"Mmm, I do believe Rasputin is a much better name than Razz, but if that is the name you prefer than that is what I shall call you," Iri said, her mouth moving much faster than her brain at this point. She let out a slow sigh before she added, "Just do not eat so much as to become unwelcome. That would be most upsetting to you I would presume." Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling and she tried to figure out what she was going to do. The sun would set soon and then she would have to talk to Ras- Razz about her little predicament.

Razz arched an eyebrow, then shrugged. "If you like my full name more, go on ahead and call me that. I'm more used to being called Razz, but that's because Tzal calls me Razz. He only calls me by my full name when he's irritated with me." He grinned and glanced out of the kitchen at the brooding young boy. "Isn't that right, Tzalmon"

Tzal stared back at him. "Of course it is, Rasputin. Now hurry up and eat those dreaded leafy greens. I wouldn't touch them to burn them..."

No matter what race boys will always be confusing I suppose, never knowing what they want, Iri thought to herself tiredly. First Tzal was going on about how he didn't want Razz to eat him out of house and home and now he was going on about how he wanted him to eat the 'leafy greens'. Then there was Razz who jumped back and forth on many topics other than his name. She just wasn't sure though so for the time being everything would be taken at face value like it always was. "Rasputin is it then, it is a much more dignified and powerful name."

Razz scratched his head. "Hehe, me? Refined and dignified? I doubt that...yes! Victory!" He retreated from the fridge with a bag of carrots and some leftover stir fry in a Tupperware container. "Yum...I better heat this up." He pulled a plate out of one of the many cabinets, along with a fork, and began to scrape the stir fry out onto it.

If only he knew, Iri thought to herself, though now she was wondering if what Momo had said was true. "How trustworthy is you imp friend?" She asked allowed knowing that Tzal would know who she was talking to. She had heard many things of imps and yet none of it seemed to follow the same path. Some said they were intelligent and trustworthy while others said that they were pranksters and liars, she was just curious as to where she stood with this one and whether or not she should believe him.

Tzal straightened up. "Momo is a naughty, mischievous, crass person who likes to play pranks on people, especially middle-aged or old humans," he murmured. "He has lived in this house all my life. He is the reason why Razz gets mysteriously pranked every time he comes over here, as well. But, trust-wise? He teases and cracks jokes, and there are the pranks of course, but when he is being serious, he never lies."