Varshe turned his head and glared, annoyed as he was, to the noise the twins were making, then slowly rested his gaze on Skye. It irritated him greatly, causing him to mutter some curse words. The noise had distracted him, realizing the position he was in. Varshe had only let himself be adopted to his own convenience.
'Why on earth am I stuck with these..', he thought. 'They're only in my way.'
Varshe reopened his book and tore out a page and folded it, to keep track of where he was reading. He's been in a rather foul mood lately. Nothing seemed to have gone really well after the adoption. He thought he would be alone, he could mind his own business. He was dead wrong. Especially that there were atleast two females in the household. His skin crawled.
"What do you want, woman?", Varshe asked her in a calm, low tone.