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What as he doing? Supposed to be thinking, acctualy he was waiting for River to return. With hopeful a new play mate for him~ she seemed a little apprehesive about the whole ordeal but It made kaden happy she was thinking of him and him only. Just like he imagined she would but now that there is another kid, would all her energy go into the new thing then him? He shivered. "...No, Toto-san loves me." He said sharply to the air if it gets bad he'll fight over her surely he wouldn't have to. Blinking he yawned and covered his mouth with his hand before returning it to it's stop on the hard wood.

Ellie blushed pink as she looked up at her husband, and approached the back door of the muffin. Letting Angel run along inside, she stepped back over to her husband. Hands sliding up his shirt-clad chest, they entwined into his hair, pulling his head down so that she could kiss him. Pulling back she stood like that for a few moments, happily grinning up at him. "Yeah, I love you too." she said, in response to the look in his eyes. Sliding her hand into his, she held the door open, and beckoned him in.

"Oh?" she asked, as if she'd forgotten. Pulling the door shut behind her, she laughed as she snuggled up to her husband. "My night was better than perfect. Absolutely unforgettable." Smirking, she let her hands wrap around his waist, and nose to nuzzle into his chest.

It was a fickle thing, Really and It didn't bother River as much as it really seemed to bother Kaden. It was her trying and he knew that- but he couldn't expect things from her, Since he was Angry. She'd arrived back farily late and scooped him up into her arms. She didn't bother with waking him up there was no point to that. He was sleeping and when she put him in her room she left him in there.
"..." why was she running away from Kaden? She loved the boy but she couldn't help but think the colors on her fingers are running away down the drain and there was no point in catching them- thrilling isn't it? Was her painting done? No it wasn't and she couldn't help but forget what she was painting. A break almost. It's like something inside her called her to leave him alone- let him breath though he could enough. Did he have enough with her? Or did she crave something she'd done before? The latter she chose the latter and took it upon her self the sit at the bar and think.

At the top of the stairs, both Caradoc's and Daiki's irritated voices could be heard.

"No! Stop! Let me go! I can do this!" Daiki's voice was first

"Do this? You couldn't even get out from under the bed without tripping all over yourself." Caradoc's voice shot back. "Someone downstairs will know what to do and I'm going to help you."

Daiki's voice let out an agitated moan, "Oh yes, because you're soooo much better at walking than I am at crawling."

"I am, actually. Unlike you, I practice my magic before trying it on other people!"

Ever walked in the back door and looked to his sister. "What's going on?" Only responding with his shrug, it seemed evident that Ever would have to investigate. Walking to the bottom of the stairs and looking up, he cupped a hand to his mouth. "You alright up there?"

Ever blinks a few times at the one called Daiki, working it through in his head. "Now you know you're not to go and get yourself changed bodies while I'm gone.." Rolling his eyes, he looked between the two. "Mmhm.. Just odd..."

Something was wrong. The feeling swirled through the maze of Trina’s mind, where she was trapped, lost, profoundly disturbed. Wrongness. Something…what? What was it? Trina sat bolt right in bed moments later, instantly alert, damn near overwhelmed. “Trina?” The woman turned her head, saw Maara sitting on the floor, holding crayons and looking worried. It occurred to her that the cat girl had been calling her name for sometime, had probably been watching Trina in her nightmare. Trina said nothing, merely blinked. “Are you okay?” Maara pressed, grip tightening on the crayon. “Yes.” Trina said, sliding off the bed. “Oh…okay…” Maara mumbled as Trina went into the bathroom, aware that Maara was still watching her. At the sink, Trina turned on the water, filling a glass and emptied it in a breath. She set it down again, surprised to see the swirls and delicate lines of the blue marks on her arms. They weren’t spreading anymore, but Trina was still was surprised to see them there. She didn’t know it, but the edges of her eyes had lightened, a blue rim around the dark. Trina traced a mark, frowning ever so slightly. She felt more together today, and wanted to be alone, but Maara was in her room. Trina sighed. Oh well. No one really spoke to her much anyway. Just River, and Trina never minded River. She exited the bathroom, pausing near Maara to watch her color. Maara’s orange curls tumbled across her back and shoulders, a tangle that could not be duplicated. “Better?” The cat girl asked, tail swaying. “Yes. Much better.” Trina assured her, eyes already darkening again as she watched the picture being created. Even the unrealistic colors of crayon drawings drew her attention, but not like other things. “You’re acting all…knowy again.” Maara said, picking up a purple crayon and coloring in the sky. “Am I?” Trina said, her way of fielding the unspoken question. “Yeah. I’m going to color more pictures.” Maara said, looking up again, thoughtful. “Alright. I’ll be downstairs if…you find you require anything.” Trina said softly, smiling faintly. Maara beamed, as if she considered a smile from Trina some sort of treasure. “’Kay!” She chirped, and Trina headed out the door.