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Silk's face scrunched up in pure disgust. Prissy he reluctantly acknowledged because she was dating Chase and stuff (gag), but Theodore? No. He was not apart of the team. Absolutely not. "I'm gonna fight them."

And that was what.

Now what was the point of this walking? Were they supposed to end up somewhere or do a giant circle or what? He never paid that much attention to stupid humans walking in the park. Only unless it was to be perched in the branches above and drop pebbles and nuts on their heads. The thought nearly made him cackle, but it didn't help answer his question.

"I think it's stupid on T.V." Silk replied. "Humans are either goofing off or they're at school and they don't even go to class! They just ditch! What's the point? I mean, school looks boring as s**t and I'd ditch too so---" Ah, the magic of schools on drama shows. "Or else there's people getting picked on when they should be punching the bully right in the ******** face and show them who's boss!" He raised his closed fist into the air excitedly to emphasize his point.

"Of course it would be!" He told her with a grin, turning his head a bit more a moment to look at her. Her question though had his brows knitting. The boy gave the question some earnest and serious thought (especially because it was Regan who asked).

Golden eyes rolled up to the sky as they walked along as he tried to wrack his brain for what would be cool. After a moment of indecision he replied. "Pys...cho...logy?" He tested out the word. "That thing about how humans act and behave and why they do the things they do!" He exclaimed. "Because they do a lot of stupid things that don't make sense!"

Well, there were some other reasons he was interested too. Like why there was such a hate for Nega-Senshi-Things. He wanted to figure that one out, and maybe studying humans would help with that.

"Of course I like humans!" He replied. "I like you, and Chase and Suri and---" He paused for a moment. "That corn dog guy in the park---but that's about it. I mean you guys turn into senshi and agents and stuff, but you're still human, aren't you? The rest are stupid, but if there weren't humans, then there wouldn't be anything!"

Silk found his body being jolted again by Regan's sudden stop once more. "Eh--!?" He turned to face her, a brows quirked. He stared at her for a long and hard moment. "Regan." He deadpanned. "Why are you asking these stupid questions? I don't think you're monsters, most definitely not you."

Silk's initial reaction had been to pull away. He hated being touched for the most part, and people rarely hugged him for good reason. It didn't matter whether he was a cat or a human, and those who tried learned the hard way when he sunk his claws into them. But he didn't pull away or squirm, because this was Regan, and when he remembered who it was hugging him, his cheeks dusted a bit red in embarrassment.

As she pulled him against her, the boy awkwardly reached up to wrap his arms back around her. It was then he realized he actually had the capacity to hug due to this form. This close he could smell her hair, and it was nice and stuff. "B-but you're not a monster. This is a team, Regan! No one's getting left behind unless they chose to leave first." He replied, sounding firm still but a bit exasperated because he really had no idea where Regan was getting this from. This was why humans were weird. His mind quickly racked for something else to say.

"Look---Chase, he's still not a hundred percent, and none of us think he's a monster! He's having a hard time, but no one thinks any less of him---" And they better not, or he was gonna have something to say about it. "And you're not running around having control problems so---yeah. You're nice and calm and stuff...that's like the complete opposite of being a monster."

"Of course I'm right!" Silk puffed out his chest, and jabbed a thumb at himself. "I'm the Guardian of this team!" Duh. Regan seemed better though, and wasn't talking anymore crazy talk, so that was good. "What!? Of course you're calm! You like...don't fly off the handle and s**t." Like Prissy. The complete opposite, actually. Much prettier too. He didn't understand what Chase saw in that bubble gum headed trollop, and the question plagued him at night.

"Oh, sure!" He pulled on her arm again, and got them back to walking on the path. He was utterly content to keep jabbering about this and that while holding onto Regan's hand.