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The patients had been unloaded from the ambulence and taken into the hospital quickly. Much too quickly for him to successfully think of a reason for joining them before they were already gone. Gervain could feel the souls in the building that were just on the brink of death... it was very tempting. But hospitals were under a lot of surveilance - after all, a terrorist or something might just pop into a hospital on the off chance that killing people who were already about to die would cause a major uproar. He scowled up at the building for a moment before turning - much too quickly. In his haste to leave before the temptaion became too great, he bumped into someone. This was, of course, not unfrequent. New York being New York, there were always too many people busying about to make it possible NOT to bump into people.

((I need to draw up a pic of Gervain that doesn't totally suck. xD;;; ))

((remember the no auras rule! :"O But, since Gervain is so preocupied with stealing sould and whatnot, I suppose this might be perceivable. But he's usually pretty uptight and paranoid about keeping his secrets - although he appears laid back on the outside.

Also, this will probably be my last post for the night. sweatdrop So, if it be my last, then g'night. x3;;; ))

Gervain frowned, feeling a slight tingling shoot all the way down from his shoulder to the finger-tips of the arm that had so carelessly bumped into the other. What could possibly have...? He had been careless. Inwardly cursing himself, he turned to look cooly over at the other, a strange, calculating glint in his eyes. "I'm sorry... is it so abnormal to accidentally knock into someone?" he asked, sounding slightly sarcastic and quite a bit irked. he hoped the other hadn't noticed anything - it would be hard to explain and improv wasn't Gervain's strongest aspect.

((yeah sorry bout that. i didnt know what else to say. Also the mental images of your post make me *squee* ))

::Jaunus lowered his eyes again and laughed. As he watched the boy it reminded him of when he was little. The same sort of wide eyed stare, though not as wide as Apples, that seemed to be seeing everything and nothing all at the same time. What confused him and made him feel strange was the way the boy looked at him. He stayed there looking into Apples eyes until he realized he was actually eating an apple. Jaunus smiled again and took the apple from Apple and told him to be quiet. He firmly grasped the Apple and made it wither and die. All that was left in hsi hands were the seeds. He picked up one seeds and suddenly, like life fastforewarded, the seed went through germenation to fruition in less than a minuete. He did the same with the other seeds::

"ta da! SO what do you think Apple Puff?"

"I was gonna ask what his favorite kind of story is...." Kuno lied as he took the piece of paper and looked it over before quickly putting it in his pocket. It would be stupid to ask...stupid AND careless...then everyone would either know I'm a mage, or think I'm insane...and I can't be exposed...and I can't be committed to an asylum... Kuno thought as he unconciously raised the temperature around himself again. "How long am I suppose to keep him?" Kuno asked.

Skyy did't notice as the door was pushed open. He had suspected after the nurse left, he would have the remainder of the evening to himself in order to 'rest'. So, the dark-haired photographer wasn't expecting to be caught in his current position. One crutch laying prostrate on the floor, the other leaning against the wall just near him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to gingerly pull his shirt on the rest of the way over his bandaged torso.

His head just popped through the top of the shirt when he heard his name called. It took a good portion of restraint not to hurl himself back under the covers like a child caught sneaking out. However, when he caught sight of that mop of red hair, his nerves were washed with relief. Relief and surprise. Why was he here? Not that he was overly upset by that fact. "Ever heard of a thing called knocking.. Kalen?" he asked, testing the name as he finished redressing himself.

Kalen raised his eyebrows and shrugged at the question. "I'm sorry?" he tried, with a certain lack of sincerity. The glimpse of that torso that he caught before the shirt concealed all else reminded him of how his hand had traveled over Skyy's side sensing for a broken rib. It took him a moment before he snapped out of his daze and was left with a threatening heat in his cheeks as he bent his head down to prevent it from being seen. "I ... um, well, how are you feeling? What did the doctors say?" he asked, "Is your head okay and everything?"

Kalen shifted uncomfortably in his chair, worried, though knowing it was impossible for him to be suspected. He felt a little more at ease with how detached Skyy acted to the matter, and a wave of relief fell over him that the other would be all right. With the return questioning, Kalen looked down at his present state.

"Oh. Well, I, uhh... My knee got busted and I banged up my arm... but the wheelchair is kind of unnecessary. They just were playing it safe, I guess," he responded. "...So what now? I'm supposed to 'rest' and wait for evaluations or something tonight." Kalen scrunched his nose in disapproval. "It's ridiculous. It's not really that bad. I just want to go home..." he muttered with irritation.

A short laugh escaped Kalen at the image of the other eating said hospital food. He soon halted the laughter, however and listened rather curiously to Skyy's desire to break out as well. An idea sprung into Kalen's mind.

"I live in Greenwich which is.. what? 9 blocks away? And I have enough to get me pretty close to home. What would you say to... combining the cash and getting us to my place? You can stay the night," he stated, offering. "And tomorrow I can get you back to your place. What do you think?"