"I'm nervous." Kennedy sighed and gently rubbed Eva's shoulder. They had gotten a call from an adoption agency recently. The pair had made attempts to adopt before, but had always been turned down. But this pair of twins was being entrusted to them. The agency felt they would be able to get through to them, on account of her little rag tag family Eva had grown to love so much, made up of kids from bad homes. She looked over at Kennedy. Kennedy was the smaller of them, at five foot two, and she passed as female better. This was something that left five foot eleven Eva jealous quite often. It wasn't like Kennedy could help it. All the men on her mother's side were small. Her brother had been closer to Eva's size. Made it easier for him to pick on her. "No reason you shouldn't be," Kennedy said. "Everyone's nervous. You know me. I'm too blunt and not as gentle or patient as you are. They probably need that." The twins had spent their entire lives being abused in a basement by their kidnapper, not even allowed to see the sunlight. Neither Eva nor Kennedy had been raised in such a way, but their lives hadn't been pleasant. But Eva had always been better with kids who'd grown up the same. At least Kennedy thought so. "You're gentle," Eva insisted. "When you need to be. If you were half as mean as you think you are sometimes Hugo would probably be petrified of you. You're sweet, and I love you. Not mean or any of that other stupid stuff you say you are." Kennedy opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get a word out, she heard Hugo and Ronan arguing. "Give that back!" "I need it!" "I need to finish putting the sequins on this–Ow! Damn it, Kasha, you burnt me!" "It's a hot glue gun, what'd you think was gonna happen, idiot?" Jupiter appeared at the top of the stairs and quickly sprinted down them, and Eva could see that they were struggling to close a bra through their shirt. She stopped them and clipped it closed. "Better?" Jupiter nodded, flashing the woman an appreciative smile before adjusting the silicone breast forms that rested in the bra. She knew that Jupiter longed for breasts and feminine curves, and they had talked to a few people about getting Jupiter on a low dose of estrogen, but so far, no luck. Eva and Kennedy did what they could for them. Jupiter pushed back their messy blonde hair and looked up the stairs. "Fighting over a glue gun," they explained. "Kyra was trying to use it to put sequins on a dress, and I guess..." They shrugged. It wasn't unusual for the children to call each other by their drag names. Kennedy sighed and went back upstairs, presumably to pull the two apart. This left only Jupiter and Eva, and after a few seconds Jupiter looked up at her and spoke. "See?" they said. "I'm the good child." Eva laughed, and the teenager bounded off to the kitchen, probably about to devour anything they could get their hands on. They ate everything, and somehow managed to stay at a hundred and something pounds of lanky weirdness. Eva smiled and pushed her hair back in in attempt to make herself appear more presentable. At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and once she pulled it open the social worker she had spoken with on the phone stood in front of her with the two children she had heard so much about. "Hello," Eva said gently, giving each of the twins a smile.