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Madison quickly ran her fingers over the counter top where her attention was drawn. They seemed to dance slightly with every sparkle, she had her attention drawn towards the sais however.

"Those sais...they are beautiful!" Her voice squeaked slightly with excitement, she sounded like a small child in a candy store. However she knew that she was carrying quite a bunch of weaponary already. With a few steps from the left a shop keeper passed by and tapped on the display case that Madi had been leaning on.

"Don't lean on the glass" He then pointed towards the sign to the left of her elbow. She then hopped off the glass and countinued to look at them, leaning closer and closer with every glance.

Madison gripped the leather surrounding both of the handles and gave them a good twirl. They were light, quick, and agile, after a few quick spins she looked down the blade to see how straight the blade really was. It was slightly bent, which caused her to frown slightly. Perhaps it was from the shipping, alot of weapons ended up being damaged that way. She lightly set them down and then looked up at Siat, she then looked down to notice he was still carrying the axe. Maybe it did suit him.

"Well little lady, what do ya' think?" The shop keeper smiled lightly at her in hopes of a sale. But the rabbit could only tapped her nose as she thought of how to say it in the nicest way possible.

"Well...the blade is slightly bent so the accuracy would be completely off."

Now as she walked out of the store with him, she was still rather in shock. That she was definitely wasn't expecting to get, and she had now obtained ownership of three sets of sais. Madison smiled and looked back at him.

"Thank you very much, Si...Si...Siet? Siot? Siit? Siat! But you know you didn't have too." She struggled a bit with his name again, but once more she nailed it on the head. Her eyes fell down on the sais once more, they were beautiful and the case was even nicer.

She didn't really have many ideas to think about and so she thought throughly by squinting her eyes and making a rather odd face. Nope, no ideas came. There was so much bustling and movement within the city streets she couldn't think of where to stop.

She soon spotted a small coffee shop at the corner, now that's what she could use at that moment. A nice cup of joe, after all she was a slight addict. She turned her head back at him and smiled cheerfully.

"Interested in some coffee?" She pointed towards the small shop with her index finger slyly.

KB would pop an eye open lazily, the single half-lidded orb slowly sliding about. Like a sunbasking lizard he appraised the situation, his lid creasing shut after a few moments. "Mmmrmm. Too early." He mumbled to himself, snuggling his head into the covers. He made a feeble, tired attempt to dig deeper into the shadows there, simply nuzzling his head under the pillow. It seemed his shadowy bed-partner was free of him for now, though it might've been a rouse. Whatever the case, the unbreathing form retained its deathly state.

KB would of course feel cool to the touch, his skin soft on his neck. The soft hairs there bristled slightly as he visibly scrunched up, nose twitching at her invasion. His sensative neck sent little jolts down his spine, causing the covers to roil slightly as he writhed beneath them. "Uhnnn... us guys...?" He asked with a dull groan, trying his best to ignore her. "Go away..." he added sleepily, his hand idly batting towards her. There was of course no chance of removing her, as his arm was twisted behind his back in the covers. "Irk."

KB was trapped and lazy.

"Meh." He answered, though his eyes blinked awake at the vanishing light. The entire room seemed a bit livelier then, his energy returning quickly. Whatever unearthly vitality lay within him had been roused, causing him to roll over as she pulled his arm free. With his usual uncanny speed he would lean up and towards his prey, hoping to ensare her in his strong if not cold arms, to drag her down into that comfortable cool darkness. He wanted to hold her close to him, to lay sweet hot kisses upon her skin even as he playfully growled.

Little Tijae had woken up the little predator. Mrow.

"Blast." He muttered to himself softly, the blanket having stopped short his assault. Now he remained helplessly, squirming and flailing meakly against his captor. Surely he had the strength to free himself from this terrible prison, and yet it seemed he enjoyed the torture. Nonetheless he would leave Tijae to amuse herself in some other format, instead acting like the motionless prey that might soon lose her interest. For added effect he began to snore lightly, an obviously over-dramatic motion despite the light tone.