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Desmond turned from his position on the couch, not bothering to get up again after having been sat down, and sure enough his parents were at the door. Elle and Nicholas Coyote looked like every other normal couple on the street, pretty average with nothing special or unique standing out about them. Desmond's father was a tall aging man with a gentle face and a peppering of gray in his dark hair similar to Desmond's, his arm around his wife's waist. His mother, quite a bit shorter than his father, stood close to him with a smile on her face. Her hair was a light blonde, starkly different from Desmond's natural hair color, but her eyes were almost identical to the fiery color of her young son's.

Smiling at the young man at the door, Elle waved her hand lightly in greeting. "Hello," she greeted, her voice naturally soft and musical. "You must be Ocean, Desmond's told me all about you."

"Hey mom, dad," Desmond greeted from the couch. "Yeah, this is Ocean. Ocean, this is my mom, Elle, and my dad, Nick."