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One would have thought that with Apple's slight build he would be fast, but... he was a total slow poke. He was panting after less than a minute as he tried to follow Jaunus, and was utturly confused. What was happening?! Where... where had he gone?! He looked around wildly, feeling quite put-out that his meal ticket had vanished. Een worse, he couldn't call for the other man because... he couldn't remember his name. A pout setting deeply into his lips, he tried to look around and find where the man had disapeared off to.

Apple turned and saw the man running towards him, holding money. But he was also about to slide and hit him... Apple jerked his arms up in front of his face, squenching his arms shut, waiting for the impact. But... there was none. Somehow the man had managed to not run into him. He sighed in releif, lowering his arms, and took a step forward only to slide on the slick ice and end up on his but. He was, after all, not at all graceful. He sniffled slightly, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. His bum hurt now.

"But I'm not crying," he stated bluntly. It was true. Although he had been sniffling, he wasn't so childish to start crying just because he fell down... Well, okay, he was, but he hadn't cried this time!! He squenched his eyes closed again as the other's hand came forward to wipe the tears away - an action that made Apple look slightly like a cat.

Apple smiled, astounded as they entered. He'd never even been inside a restaurant even half as fine as this. And it was warm, which was a deffinate plus. He wiggled his fingers slightly in excitement, his eyes darting all around himself. He was utterly clueless to that fact that, with his cheap and mostly second- or third-hand clothes, he did not at all fit in here. He did, after all, have six "siblings." All of them, of course, were adopted. But they were a family. "Mmm... it's nice in here!!" he said happily.

Apple cocked his head to one side, confused. The rents...? "Umm... I just... I live with my family... I help out around the house and sometimes do part time jobs," he said with a bit of a shrug. His hands were scrunched up under the table, clutching the hem of his sweatshirt, his legs kicking slightly under the table out of habbit. He really did look like a child, especially with the way he acted.

((EDIT:
Omigee!! :"D I'm so happy. Looooook at what my friend drew for me. *squee* whee
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40661957/ ))

"Video games? Never touch the things....Don't watch TV neither....." Cole replied with a smirk. He then quickly reached out to grab Shiyaa's arm, missing slightly and brushing against his skin. Cole's body temperature being quite low, about fifteen degrees too low for a normal human's body. "Do I detect a hint of nervousness? Why? I can see there's something you're not telling me...." Cole said with a evil grin. Now...I just have to trick him into using his magic.... Cole thought.

Kaya had walked outside and toward the only place he knew of that would be affordable right now. There was a waiter there called Shiyaa, he'd gotten to like the boy being around him, but he was always afraid that he'd screw up and scare him off so he never really said much."This times going to be different. I'm going to say something, maybe introduce myself, ask how he's been....anything." he told himself. He soon found himself standing outside the place, looking through the door. He took a deep breath of the cool air and opened the door to go inside. He was hit with a blast of air that felt likie it was searing the skin off his face at first. He forgot how hot it got in here sometimes. He walked inside, attempting to cool the air around him as he went. He was almost scared to try to hard, what if he did the same thing to someone else that he'd done to Damon? He found a seat quickly and sat down.
"Can I get you something hon?"
He snapped back when he heard the voice."Actually, I was wondering if Shiyaa is busy tonight. I was wanting to talk to him while I eat." He said, not looking up. The waitress just half nodded and wandered off again, knowing Shiyaa was busy but figuring it was better to go get him than loose customers.

"Oh, a beer would be wonderful. I'm having one of those 'drown out your sorrows' or something like that moments, ya' know?" Skyy said, turning and pushing himself up into a seated position on the couch, his ankle still propped comfortably on the cushions. It was rather obvious he was one of those people to take the phrase 'make yourself at home' into mind. Besides, why put excessive manners to thought whenever his body was throbbing numbly. He needed some sort of reprieve even if it was something as simple as relaxing.

Reaching out, the dark-haired youth took the phone and rested his back on the arm rest. His fingers worked quickly over the buttons, dialing first his uncle's cell. One ring turned into two.. which turned into four which eventually led to the voice mail picking up. "Agh! No good," he mumbled, hitting end before starting his home number. One ring, two and... Nothing?

There was no longer a ring, no dial tone, and was it just him or had it gotten darker in the room? He looked around to see the lights were no longer on. "Hey Kalen!" Skyy called out to the other. "You run over a power cord or something in there?"