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Trina's dark eyes left the definition of a 'Geode' and looked at Caradoc, instantly concerned. "Are you alright?" She asks, lifting the book from her lap and setting it on the counter, rising.

"I'm okay, miss Trina." Caradoc said, wrapping his arms around his lover. He rested his chin on Ever's shoulder and relaxed in his arms before pulling back. Trian was able to give him a new eye on their trip to his house and he was glad there was no more stinging or discomfort. He loved depth perception, too. "Just some extensive repairs. Sorry I couldn't come to bed last night, Ev."

Trina smiled at the two of them, glad they were both content. Alot of people were rope friends here. "Good." She lifted the dictionary, tapping a picture of a Geode. "I'm going to go find one of these." She stated, smiling. "A G-o-de" (Think Odie. That's how she's saying it.) "I'll find one for the both of you as well, if you like." She seemed pleased with her new found discovery of Geodes, and actually grinned. "Okay?"

"Aww..." Caradoc sympathized, rubbing Ever's back. He looked over at Trina and smiled, "I dunno where you can look for those. Master Trian has friends who collect them, but I don't know where they live." He said, resting his palm on Ever's cheek before giving him a tender kiss. He sighed and looked over to Miles. "He should be fine as long as he stays out of the rain." He said, reaching down to toy with his fiance's fingers.

(Gotta go!) Trina nodded, not knowing who Trian was. Closing the book and leaving it on the counter. She'd be back the next day, shouldn't take too long to fly where she needed to. With a wave, she headed out.

Caradoc shrugged, "It was no problem, Miles!" he called after the man before putting his full attention on Ever. He blushed and bent his neck with a small laugh. "I'd love to, my sweet." he murmured, loving the other boy's warmth. He kissed his jaw and pulled him along towards the stairs. After one last kiss, he pulled him up them.

The Muffin was quiet except for the heavy fall of the rain outside. There was no threat of thunder, but the pattering of the rain was loud enough to pull a daydreamer out of his daze. As for Tomo, the soaked catboy was fighting one. He stood at the top of the hill and stopped to hold his head for a few moments. It felt huge, like a giant lead balloon. He felt drowsy and comfortable. Like a contently sleeping teenage girl after a good cry. That sort of heavy, yet weightless feeling that made you want to curl up and sleep right where you were.

The Demented Muffin was a straitshot, now and its glowing warm lights seemed to call to him even more. The blonde pulled a grin on his face as if it were as natural as breathing. Two years ago, he stared at this building with wary eyes. It was a calm afternoon, then. Nice day, really. The dark blue paint was peeling from the building's wooden siding. The sixteen year old catboy pushed opened the old door as it swung open on one hinge and cringed at the falling beams and spider-ridden fireplace. The Muffin-- currently known as 'Mama's Kitchen' according to the rusty sign buried under a pile of broken chairs and dust-- was on a downward spiral towards rubble. That day, the young blonde pushed up his sleeves and didn't stop working until his home was finished.

A coat of paint, a new bar, and some major remodeling later, the Muffin stood in all its glory. It was like a family member in itself. Loving and helping anyone who walked through her doors. Tomo woke up every morning with pride behind his eyes every time he heard another voice. Every time he heard the clinking of plates downstairs. Every time he heard someone cry. Every time he heard the creak of a floorboard. The Muffin was very much alive thanks to his tender eye and loving hand. Families were made here.

Tomokazu Uehara caught his breath and started to walk closer to his home, his family. The closer he got, the warmer he felt as if gentle hands were pulling him in for a hug. "I'm home!" He said to the building, running his wet fingers over the sun-faded paint. He smiled and pushed open the front door, letting himself drip on the foot rug before setting his bags down on the floor. "I'm home!" He said again, this time to the occupants of the Muffin. Tomo gazed around, letting his eyes fall on Cass.

"Hello." He greeted softly, smile gentle and inviting. Despite being soaking wet, his appearance was already ten times better. One could tell he had groomed himself quite well before he left. Freshly showered, his shoulder length hair trimmed just a little bit. He looked healthier, too. Like he had been fed a good hearty meal after starving for weeks. Then came his eyes. Before, his eyes were just an ordinary shade of green. Handsome, but mediocre. Now his eyes shone with a golden warmth. A love that had been in them all along, just a little too shy to come out.

Now he stood for a few moments, wondering if he should let her come to him or if he would stop worrying about making her uncomfortable and just hug the poor woman. He went for the latter and walked up to her at a quick pace, lifting her into the air and twirling before setting her back down on the floor and kissing her. "Did you miss me?" He asked, proud of himself for barely getting her wet through the whole thing.

Falling back she mulled deeper on her thoughts and enjoyed her absolute silence. Not a soul was with her besides the utterly dark mirror that seemed to keep her reflection as a memory then as a one time thing. At times she could speak to the thing, it would take her away; she had yet to test how far it could take her and wasn't about to try it. She should teach the others to use it; it'd be alot easier to control she thought.