At the sounds of hissing, Thiago has stepped back cautiously from the door of his cell as it opened wide, his eye widening in surprise...bad idea. There was no way he could determine what part of his vision was causing this disorientation, there must have been something with his eyes.
"Why, your father! Blast it! You're all my children, and I love you very much." Subconsciously, his eyebrow quirked up and his lips pressed together in a thin, tense line...not that he himself understood it, "See, a man broke in here last night, we caught him going through your rooms, we didn't know what he was doing...do you guys remember anything?" This man's claim of being their father, his father...for some reason, it made him a little ticked off. At the moment, with greater things at hand, and a headache to sort out, he brushed those sudden feelings aside and observed the rest of his 'family'. They didn't look alike, but that seemed fine...but, not one of them seemed to have remembered anything, "Why don't you come one at a time and I'll try to refresh your memory."
Their father went on to talk to them one on one, the first one he finished with was crying. Thiago ignored that, he was sure he could talk to his...'brother' about this later. Another of them volunteered, and eventually...
"I will take this turn." Holding up his hand, he stared the older man dead in the eye while making his approach.
Father smiled warmly. "Hello Thiago." He moved so Thiago could sit without bothering his wings. "You look great, your mother would be so proud. Just look at how much you've grown." He wiped a tear from his eyes. "Your wings, your eyes. Are they giving you trouble still?"
"Your wings, your eyes. Are they giving you trouble still?"
Wings? Slowly peering over his shoulder, as if standing at attention, his amber tinted glass like wings flutter out behind him. They didn't feel unnatural in nature, but the other..."What is wrong with--what happened to my eyes?" There was one thing he was certain of, and that was his vision giving him a headache. "Do you have...something I could take?"
Father watched his face flash to pain of a headache. "Hmm." He said, tapping his chin in thought. "For your eyes, I can get you shades, but that would only really help with the light. "For your headache though, I can get you some medicine. Do you have any suggestions? We could make you some snow glasses."
Snow glasses? "Medicine? Just get me two hits of cocaine and a few shots cachaça..." After a moment, Thiago had to pause and think about what exactly he had asked for without even thinking..."........."
"Thiago, we talked about this." His father sighed. "I know you had the episodes where that was what you did, but I can't let you have those things anymore. What about we give you some soda pop and ibuprofen? Or, I could give you some sleeping pills. However, drugs are off the menu." He stated firmly. "Now do you want the snow glasses and medicine? Maybe sunglasses instead?" His father asked. It was almost as if he cared immensely for Thiago.
It might have been the being-denied-drug-he-forgot-about thing, but being told what to do seemed to tick him off...even if his father was only doing what was best for him. Crossing and uncrossing his arms a few times in a mix between confused and pissed off, and a lot of just plain old uncertain, "Forget it, forget I asked. I can deal with it on my own...tell me, why is everyone's memories so fucked...?" It was quite apparent from the moment he got up to the loud yells, to the individual talks with father here, nobody seemed to remember anything previous to waking up here...
"Thiago, you don't have to be so stubborn." He said. "We can all use some help sometimes, I'll tell you what, you're one of the older ones here, there'll be something coming with your food, but only this once." He said gently. He then listened to the rest of Thiago's question, leaning back to relax slightly. "Ah, you see we're trying to figure that out now, it may be the drugs that the man gave you to rob from us, or it may be a side effect, due to how...different you are." He said. "You're not like other people, you're better than them in every way."
Somebody gave them drugs...? The idea of some man doing that to him pissed him off...it seemed that since waking, a lot of things were just making him more and more ticked off. Still, it was good to know that the memory loss wasn't due to some sort of overdose, that Thiago wasn't a complete druggie...right?
"You're not like other people, you're better than them in every way."
Letting out a snort, he raised an eyebrow incredulously at his father, "I know that already...!" Nodding to himself for a moment, he got up from his seat, his wings stretching out a flapping a little bit behind him as he did so, "We're done here, I have no more questions." ... "If you find the man who did this to use, bring him to me. I will destroy him with my bare hands." Nothing inside of him told him that what he said was wrong...in fact, it sounded just right.