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Blue lounged on the couch, haphazardly reading a magazine. Flipping trought the multicolored pages, she muttered to herself, and ocassionaly showing intresting pages to Gregor. In return he'd look up, cocking his head to the side as he smashed together his lincoln-logs.

Not too far behind from Pave came Mya and Dante, both running to catch up with her. Dante was actually running faster than Mya, miraculously aided by her anklet wings, already adapted to wearing more clothing than usual: a warm knit sweater with the same blue as her hair, a pair of black jeans and, of course, her precious gloves and sandals. "Hi Pave!" Mya greeted from the outside, holding the door for the other woman. Speeding through the open gap, with absolutely no warning, Dante threw herself in her knees to the ground, sliding on the tiled pavement until hitting the carpet, skilfully rolling to end up seating not too far from Gragor. A confident, defying smirk showed as she turned to Mya, who felt like go hiding in a dark pit. Even if it was in front of known people, it didn't make her anymore at ease, as, judging through the red headed boy, she knew who was also inside. "Hi Blue..."

Not to be outdone, Mos dropped Mary's lead and cartwheeled forward, catching his hand and tumbling into a heap at Dante's feet. Stunned for a second, he looked at the stars dancing somewhere near the ceiling. "Whoa!" He giggled.

Pave rolled her eyes and picked up Mary's leather cord. "Idiot." She whispered to herself. Smiling at the two guardians and the three children, she waved. "Hey Mya, Blue." She headed forward. "Gregor, Dante, good to see you little kids again."

Mos righted himself and ran a hand through his hair self-conciously. TeEmEye was poking out of his pocket and he patted the doll's head before turning to the two kids in front of him.

((Perhaps... ninja ))

Mos sat next to Gregor, the better to see his hair again, and gave him helpful advice about this face-touching. "Close your eyes. Don't worry. She does this always." He patted Gregor on the shoulder and smiled at Dante.

"Meh, likewise. Also starting to hunt for stuff... I know it's still far, but Christmas comes around in no time..." Mya sighed, visibly annoyed. She just hated shopping. Period. It was almost torture...

"I don't see." Dante shortly pointed out, touching Gregor's cheeks. She felt his skin carved in a pattern, which seemed wierd. Did that boy fight with someone else too? "Scars?" she asked, raising one of her brows.

Blue giggled "And me likewise, I never thought I'd be so young with so many kids."

Gregor winced unhappily. Why were they touching the marks? And why was he hearing things in his head? Each time their fingers brushed the scars on his wrists he saw a different blood bathed scene, complete with horrid screaming. Squeeling unhappily he backed away from Dante, but the dante that he saw wasnt the one that just touched his face, he saw all sorts of different people, morphing into the Dante infront of him

(ack! sorry I got involved on writing my essay >___>)

Gregor snapped back into conciousness. He smiled bleakly. "Yes? Thay" Thay was as close as he got to "thank you" Gregor looked around Moss for "curvies" but he didnt see any. Getting curious, he poked Moss' arm, looking for the weird marks that he himself had, but apparantly others didnt.

(Wow im out of it, I just noticed that I was spelling "mos" as "moss." XDDD)


Gregor cocked his head to the side. "Dunno." He placed his finger over the one on his wrist. He had no idea how they got there or why they did what they did, but it seems like they'd be there for a while. "Why you want?" Maybe it was just him, but he didnt want them. Not at all, they made him think weird things. Why on earth would Mos want them?