Ruli glanced over to Gain when he entered, shaking his head. "It smells sweet. I'll pass on it." He declined, sipping his coffee again. As Gavin asked about a personal question, Ruli froze and glanced at him, a million hypotheticals spreading through his mind, wondering what personal question Gavin would ask. 
The one he actually voiced wasn't as personal as Ruli dreaded. "I don't have one." Ruli answered. "I've lived a long time. Done some bad things. Here is someone, a whole nation, who needs help, and I can offer mine. So, why wouldn't I?" he asked Gavin in return. "I have a set of skills that are useful. It would be selfish not to help."

He sipped his coffee again, then cleared his throat. "Gavin, being told you belong to a group of people, that you are one of them because of blood you share, its not true." Ruli shared. "You get to decide who your family is. If you don't want to be a Gemini, you don't have to be. You don't have to offer your blood, you don't have to be here, anything. If Envy and Úvano is your family and home, then that's it. Don't let anyone else convince you otherwise."

When Daryll entered shortly after, Ruli blinked, barely recognizing the man. Daryll was visibly unhappy with the outfit, even if he did look smart in it. 
"The less people see, the better." Ruli answered. "People talk. Magic makes a lot of people uneasy. Look at Zeke. Or Narda." He looked over their work again. "If anything, bring one of the flash bombs to let them know what to look out for. Avoid the flashes, so if the Gemini move in, they're not in the crossfire. Unless thats the plan." Ruli realized. 

"Come on, Gavin." Ruli said, standing upright. "Lets go brush our hair. Can't have Daryll making us look bad."

The three arrived in the main manor shortly after, Ruli's hair was combed but unbound and imprinted from his hair-tie. He wore the same sort of casual clothing he'd had before, deciding no amount formality would force him into clothes like Daryll's.
Or Kire's. Ruli blinked at her as he came inside, pulling the toast from his mouth so he wouldn't choke on it. "Scratch that, Gavin. [i]She[/i] is making us look bad."
"You do that on you own." Ysaryn teased from the table, her feet propped up on the chair beside her, her body draped over the armrest. She wore her tight fitting leathers, as usual, the deep scarlet and black robe draped over one shoulder and hip. 
"Bite me." Ruli answered. She chuckled at him.