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Leif would've shoved the guy into the wall if he weren't terrified of causing another rift in the earth. So he glared at him with those piercing eyes, trying to will him to be honest. "Did you do that, or me?" He demanded again, his tone lower and more threatening. Because of the cold, he was already emotionally on edge, which made his untrained hidden power restless inside him, lurking around under his skin looking for a crack to crawl out through. A very fine tremor shook the ground beneath him, much like the feeling of a car driving by. People who played ignorant pissed him off. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, his heart jumping up into his throat. "What the hell..." He muttered helplessly. He had no clue about mages, he just knew weird things happened to him and he didn't like it. He had no clue that there was an amazing power flowing through his viens.

" Kiyo's fond of things with dragons in them...or anything mythical, really. And for today, you only need him for a few hours...." Shiyaa looked over at the clock in the shop, " Only three today. If he wants to go home during that time, he has a key, so you can go there if you wish...and don't worry about cleaning, I like picking up.."

Kiyo returned to Shiyaa's side, staring up at Kuno. He hugged Shiyaa's leg, muttering a good bye before moving next to Kuno, a small black bag on his back. Shiyaa smiled at Kiyo, telling him to be good.

" I'm always good, Mama," He smiled happily as Shiyaa ruffled his hair, then reached for Kuno's hand, staring up at him once again.

Cole was silently walking down the street, the ground simultaneously melting and re-freezing as he took each step, leaving strange looking inverted icicles as he walked. He was looking for something...or someone...though he didn't know what. He decided to start in the nearby coffee shop. He walked in silently, passing by a young man, a small boy, and a another, rather feminine, young man. He tried to walks past them, but bumped into the young man who was wearing a backpack. He then went to the nearest table and sat down, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on his crossed arms. What am I doing here? Was I sent here? How did I get here? When did I get here? he thought to himself.

"I'm still standing, but let's not jinx it," Skyy replied. He couldn't wait to step outside into the fresh air, no matter how cold. The hospital always smelled like all too ready needles and bitter medicines, but worst of all disease. No matter where you went, you couldn't really escape the smell.

In the short time they had in the elevator, the photographer messily worked to button his coat nearly halfway up before he heard the warning bell of the elevator. He once more regripped the handles and readied to dash out. His heart skipped a beat, however, as the doors began to slide open to reveal a figure on the other side.. but he was quick to feel silly for having been alarmed. A man with a walker, looking nearly eighty years old offered a smile at the two boys. "Evening ladies," his elderly voice cracked as he shuffled his way into the elevator.

Skyy returned with a somewhat nervous sounding laugh and a short 'hi' before bolting out into the lobby. The doors. He could see the doors, and it appeared all the employees were still out. Perfect.

With his one-footed trot, the dark-haired youth was making his way for the door -thank God for automatic doors- and they were out. "Taxi, taxi," he mumbled to himself. "Do you see a taxi anywhere?"

"Well forgive me if I'm a bit timid to readily jump into the road to stop a taxi after having been hit by one only some hours ago," Skyy retorted, moving much more timidly than before. His eyes darted all along the sidewalk, scoping for any patches of ice that either he or Kalen could slip on. With either one of them sliding, it wouldn't end in a pretty picture. And with his careful steps, he managed to make it to the edge of the curb. He was fairly positive no one could have noticed their escape so soon.

One lift of the arm, and a taxi passed. A second attempt, and another missed ride. After a third obviously empty vehicle nonchalantly passed them, Skyy scowled. A light gust of wind seemed to blow in from seemingly out of nowhere, tousling his hair in the process. "Taxi!!" he yelled, almost violently throwing his hand toward the street. And with the effort, along came a ride pulling up beside them. "God, finally.."

It was way past due for a cup of coffee...

"You need help getting in or what?" he asked.

Kalen bit his tongue and said no more with the unfriendly reminder of the incident. He couldn't help but feel a tinge guilty for being the one in the cab that hit Skyy. His heated breath left his body with a puff of steam with every exhalation as he waited impatiently for the taxi. "Bastards," he mumbled beneath his breath, annoyed as the three passed them by. When the fourth stopped for them, Kalen thought the very same thing the other voiced. He shook his head, declining the offer of aid.

"I'll do it," he preferred, faltering only slightly as he climbed out of the wheelchair, balanced on his good leg and hopped into the cab. He winced as he slid over in the seat, his leg hitting the median between the two foot compartments. Once situated, he gave the cab driver his address. "682 Christopher Street. The Village."

Kalen slid his arms through his jacket's sleeves in the cab, trying to retain body heat. This... wasn't good. He could feel energy trickling away once again and he wasn't even fighting! Blue eyes slid over to gaze at Skyy and he waited for the other to get in and get that door closed.

[[Er... yeah, Mie. I think our times are definitely going to get off. Cuz.. we're at like, 9pm over here.]]

((Eh... it's okay. xD I know I left it unclear, so it's fine.

Also... you guys crack me up. Two injured people hobbling unnoticed out of a hospital? xDDD ))