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Once again, Erishi seemed oblivious to the fact that Varlen wasn't enthralled by her presence. She crawled up on a dryer and started to ramble. "I was playing with my new mechanical hand earlier, but it broke and got acidiy stuff all over it. I still haven't figured out how to run the hand with my own body's power, so I have to use a mini motor to make my fingers work. Acid got everywhere. It was neat." Kicking her feet slightly, she beamed at Varlen.

Both eyes focused on Bergerac and she cooed, clapping her hands. Shammi grinned toothlessly and reached over to prod Bergerac on the shouder and then on the cheek. "Adduotphizt!" She called, beaming.

"Mm-hmm," Varlen replied distractedly, pretending to be sorting through the laundry as an excuse so that he wouldn't have to pay attention to Erishi. If he could have his way he'd have... silenced her. Most likely a permanent silencing. However, this was hardly a time or place for such a thing. So he was going for the ignoring process.

"Nymphuuu?" Bergerac tilted her head, blank eyes questioning.

Gullien cocked her head at the name. "Is he Japanese?" She asked with interest. It'd been a long time since she'd met someone from Nippon. "Oh, don't worry about the food." She said, waving a hand. "We're just as hungry. Neither of us got anything to eat at the party at all. Were you late too?" Meandering over the the fridge, she peered over Kunjiro's shoulder, hands in pockets. Bottle... bottle... didn't they have any bottles in here? C'mon, this place was lousy with babies! Sighing, she began opening cabinets.

Thylassa yawned quietly and stuck one eye in her mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier. Hungry and sleepy and she couldn't figure out which one she wanted to do more, sleep or eat. Hungry, but there wasn't any food yet; sleepy, but interesting things were still going on. She simply settling on watching Kunjiro and Xiao Ling curiously. Hopefully food would be forthcoming.

Gullien barked out a laugh at Xiao's reply. "Made in Japan? That's kinda ironic. I was too. Have you been there at all?" She made a triumphant noise as she found a plastic bottle squirreled away behind the plates. "If you're interested in the history, I recommend Kyoto. Lots of beautiful things that survived the warlords somehow there." She eyed the bottle for a moment. It was probably clean. Probably. Meh, Thylassa probably had more germs than the bottle did. Now... milk.
"Good luck with the Japanese. It can be a difficult language. Probably best to learn it while he's young." She declined to mention Japanese was her first language. She had no intention of teaching it to Lassa and no intention of teaching it to anyone else. "And you?" She asked, changing the subject. "Where are you from?" The question was tossed out over one shoulder as she dug through the fridge, lower body and furry tail waving in the air.

Thylassa watched the approach of Kunjiro and the round thingies with interest, main eyes fixed on the bunch of grapes and upper eyes closely watching his face. Round things? Round things for what? Having not seen grapes before, she simply reached out a chubby hand and grabbed at one. Squish. Ewwwww. "Abuuuudah!" She explained, examining her hand and then showing the grape-smeared palm to Kunjiro. What had happened to the round thing?

"China? That sounds interesting. I've never been there myself. Seen some pictures of it though." Gullien triumpantly hoisted a pitcher of milk aloft. Sniff test... smelled fresh enough. She quickly poured it into the bottle and jammed the thing into the microwave. Low setting... the first she'd tried this she'd scorched her own arm but good. Good thing the bottles came with the warning to test the temperature before you gave it to the kid. "You don't know where you're from?" Now that was a leading question. Still, she had time.

Thylassa gingerly held the grape, watching Kunjiro closely. Okay... you put it in your mouth. She carefully put the grape into her mouth, gumming on it carefully. Felt like when she put one of her eyes in her mouth. But soft and squishy. Putting a hand to her mouth, she tried squishing the grape. Mmmmm... tasted like juice!

(DUnno if the rp above is done, if not, pelase just ignore us.. thanks..)

Sleepless Dreams

Deimos toddled slowly into the kitchen, his eyes now red and blood-shot to add onto the dark rings below them. How could he have let himself fall asleep.. and Ike.. he probably sent for someone, so Deimos dashed as fast as he could when he woke.

He'd asked mother for one of those.. bad dream catchers, but all the shops were closed. She couldn't get him one until tommorow. SO now all he could do was try not to sleep, try to ignore the images that flashes in his mind.

He walked towards the coffee machine, stumbling around in the dark, despite that he could see much better than a human could. He blinked, continued forth blearily..

Deimos gave a very jittery, startled jump, before turning his tired eyes to Lenore.. "Oh.. Hi Len.." He said simply, avoiding the question and pressing forth towards the coffe maker.. Switching it on, it hummed, starting up, starting to pour out the black substance into the glass. GOod.. He liked his coffe dark.. it kept him up..