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Yagil bounced into the shop and up to the stranger with the big fluffy tail, grinning. "Hi there~"

Unsinnig stared at the boy in front of him. He looked him up and down slowly. "Hello."

"Never seen you before~" Yagil grinned, cocking his head to the side. "How come? Not here often?"

"Why would I want to waste my time on morans?" Unsinnig inguried rather arrogantly.

"'Morons'?" Yagil considered. "Why morons? Are they bad people? People are good usually 'cept when they're not."

Unsinnig shook his head. "If you could read people the way I can you wouldn't think that. Most people feel one thing but say or do the exact opposite. It's enough to drive a man insane."

"That's true," Yagil sighed sadly. "People aren't always truthful, even when it's important they are. Because they're not good always, though they sometimes try to be."

Unsinnig blinked for a moment. Trying to straighten out what Yagil had just said. "Hmm...and I can always tell when they're not saying what they feel."

"That's good for you, but it's bad if people make you sad because they say things they don't feel, right?" Yagil blinked. "Is it a bad thing for people to not always say things that they feel though? What if they can't say things that they need to say because they think something bad will happen if they say it? Is it bad then too?"

Unsinnig put his hand to his head and looked pained, "Kid...you are giving me a headache. I can tell what others are feeling. Some people feel so much and aren't willing to deal with it that it builds up until I'm almost screaming due to it."

"Didn't mean to give you a headache," Yagil shuffled, looking quite chastised. "Just... trying to understand. Should everybody always say what they feel, even if it might make bad things happen?"

Unsinnig sighed and blinked at Yagil. "When dealing with an empath...always tell the truth. No matter what it is. For other people...some of them WANT to be lied to."

"What if people don't know Mr. Demon-Coon's an Empath?"

"They should ask. And my name is Unsinnig. If you can't pronounce that call me Insanity. That's what it means."

"Unsinnig..." Yagil considered the name. "Pretty name for pretty person!" the monkey decided with a genuine smile.

Blinking in surprise Unsinnig reaches out with his empathy to see if Yagil really means that. "I have NEVER had anyone call me or my name pretty before."

Yagil was a simple creature-- and never said anything he didn't mean wholeheartedly. Something which occasionally got him into trouble, but something which served him well when people looked into his heart. "Why not? It's true! Unsinnig's a pretty person with a pretty name. Never heard a name like Unsinnig before."

Unsinnig looks even more surprised when he realizes the little one is speaking the truth. He brushed a lock of hair back from his face, "It's german. My mother named me. What's your name?"

"Yagil," the monkey answered happily. "Means something about celebrating!" he explained after a moment. "Q gave the name, at least, that's what memory says," he nodded, as if that made everything perfectly clear.

"Celebrating? One of the boys in the harem is named Festus which means festival or holiday. You two might get along since you both seem like very happy people." Unsinnig rolled his eyes as he thought of little Festus and all the trouble he got into.

"Maybe?" Yagil nodded slightly. "People are fun to meet, as long as they're not BAD people! Is Festus pretty like Unsinnig?"


Unsinnig's lips twicted slightly. He didn't know why but he was amused by the little one. "Pretty like me? Hmph...he's pretty but we don't look a think alike so not like me."

Yagil giggled and gave Unsinnig a sudden hug. "Unsinnig's a pretty person and a funny person. Be 'Gil's friend?"

Gold eyes widen in shock. He really wasn't used to this. Most people were afraid of him and only partially because of who his parents were. "Friend, huh? I think I can do that. It won't ruin my rep too badly."

"Yay!" Yagil smiled, holding Unsinnig tight. "Friends are fun!"

Unsinnig makes a very undignified squeaking noise at being held so closely. He was very glad his brother wasn't there to laugh at him. "Uhhh...I kinda need to breathe."

Yagil released the crossbreed immediately, blinking apologetically. "Sorry. Forgot. Breathing's important!" Like Keys were important, but different entirely!

"You wouldn't like me as much if I wasn't breathing...though come to think of it...that has never stopped Mrta from getting friends." Shaking his head the demonic coon smoothed down his now wrinkled shirt.

"Friends can be not breathing if they're still alive!" Yagil giggled, attempting to help Unsinnig straighten his shirt. "All depends on friends and wanting to be friends!"

"True but not alive friends just are not as much fun as the live ones...unless they're undead that is. But trying to figure those guys out is confusing." Seeing how Yagil's 'help' is anything but Unsinnig quickly grabed his hands in one of his and finsihed fixing his own shirt before releasing him.

Yagil giggled, smiling at his new friend. "It is! Like the vampires!"

"I've got one vampire at my place. I understand them better than I do the zombies. I live with two of them. Though one is over at his lover's most of the time. How can dead things make live things?"

"Dead... live... BABIES?" Yagil blinked, eyes widening in surprise.

"Undead babies. I didn't think it was possible until Muraki and Mrta went and had them. We still haven't figured it out. A romanatic would say love conquers all I believe." Unsinnig sneered a bit at that concept.

Yagil was silent for a long moment as he thought about it. Undead... BABIES. "...they... GROW?"

Nodding in amusement, "Yeah. Voodoo was a baby now he's an adult. If you ever come by the harem I can interdouce you two. He's usually buried in his books. He's a necromancer. Which really isn't all that surprising."

...well. "...not... normal. But good person?" Yagil asked, needing confirmation.

"He's nicer than me. From what I understand he's studying necromancy to try and figure out how he and his brothers were born. If it was me I wouldn't worry 'bout it." Unsinnig shrugged slightly. He had to admit to some curiously about undead birth but he wasn't going to be the one who put out all the effort to figure it out!

"...undead... babies," Yagil repeated himself, considering it. It wasn't... normal. But not necessarily bad. "Q might know 'bout them."

"Who is this Q you keep on mentioning?" Unsinnig asked curiously. He got the impression that Q just might be the brains of the operation. Not that Yagil was stupid. He just seemed rather naive.

"Teacher-friend," Yagil explained, nodding to himself. "Q's a uni-corn," he added, as if that explained 'most everything.

Chuckling softly Unsinnig wondered if he should mention that the only unicorn at his place was undead and looking for a mate rather...vigorously. "Ahhh unicorns. How could I have not guessed that?"

"Unicorns are MAGICAL at least sometimes, and Q's not magical so much as special," Yagil considered it in his mind.

"Unicorns aren't the only magical things around. Anything has the potential to be magical. Even silly little Yagil's." Unsinnig tweaked Yagil's nose playfully.

Wilson skipped into the shop. He was a good, yet sad, mood at the same time. He looked around and didn't see anyone he knew so he sat on a vacant couch to wait and see who would show up.
Kesyn sat in front of his mirror in his room. He was staring at himself quietly. After a moment he sighed quietly and pated his hair one more time checking to make sure it wasn't coming out of the braid. Pushing himself to his feet he headed out.

He walked with no set destination in mind. He just wanted to be out of the house for a bit. Muttering to himself he glanced up when he almost walked into a wall. Blinking he smiled faintly as walked into the shop figuring it'd be more fun to moping at home.
Wilson looked over at the door of the shop when it opened. He smiled when he saw it was Kesyn. "Hey," he said, waving the unicorn over.
Seeing Wilson the unicorn grinned and headed over to him, "Hey you! Nice to see you again."
Wilson smiled again. "It's nice to see you again too, Kesyn! Sit down."
Kesyn sat down and smoothed out his skirt. "What have you been up too?"
The monkey hugged Kesyn. "Nothing really. Just doing the usual stuff. What have you been up to?"
"Listening to music, arguing with my hair, reading. Same stuff I usually do." Hugging Wilson back he smiled happily.
Wilson smiled. "That's cool. You argue with your hair?" he asked, pulling the unicorn's hair in front of him to play with. "I like your hair."
"It argues with me! Trust me...my hair has a lot of attuide. I'm glad you like it though."
Wilson giggled and petted Kesyn's hair. "You're silly Kesyn."
Kesyn pouts slightly, "But it's true! You should see it in the morning. It doesn't want me to get out of bed."
Wilson giggled more. "Okay, Kesyn, what ever you say."
"It's really annoying when it's dry. Static and long hair...very bad combination. You can almost run a lightbulb off of me.
"I'd like to try that! It would be fun."
Laughing Kesyn grinned, "Yeah but it would have to be really dry here for us to try it."
Wilson giggled again. "Really? We could do it if it got dry enough here?"
Tugging lightly at a lock of his own hair he studied it for a moment, "Well we could try. I don't know how well it would work."
Wilson hugged Kesyn again. "Yay! That would be so much fun!"
Kesyn returned the hug before tapping Wilson on the nose. "Well you're easily amused. That's a good thing."
Wilson shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a thirteen year old boy with only soccer to distract me."
"No! Not the dreaded soccer! Wait...I don't distract you?" Kesyn shakes his head in mock sorrow over being outmatched by soccer.
"Hey! Soccer is fun! And a good outlet for an active boy like me." He shook his head. "Nope! You don't distract me at all!" he said jokingly.
"Well I could be fun! And a good outlet for an active boy like you...really I could." Kesyn coughed to hide his laugh.
Wilson gave Kesyn a look. "And just what does that mean, huh?"
Tossing his head he grinned, "Well the last time I saw you I had you running through the sprinklers. That's active and a good outlet, right? Why? What did you think I meant?"
"Oh yeah, that's right. I remember that." Wilson giggled, blushing slightly. "Nothing."
"Do I want to know what went through your hentai mind when I asked that?" Kesyn put his arms behind his back and blinked cutely at Wilson.
Wilson shoved Kesyn. "You know very well what went through my mind when you said that!"
"And I'm honored by you thinking that!" Kesyn bowed from the waist.
Wilson shook his head. "You are honored by that? You are weird."
"I've heard that before. Quite often now that I stop and think about it. Being weird is fun." Kesyn made a silly face at Wilson.
Wilson just shook his head again and patted the unicorn's head.
Kesyn raised a brow at Wilson, "Arf?"
Wilson giggled and patted his head again. "Good dog."
Shaking his head slightly, "And you call me silly? I think you might want to look at yourself as well."
Wilson smiled. "I know I'm silly and I'm damn proud of it man! Plus, I'm allowed to be silly."
"I never said you weren't alloud. I'm very proud of being weird. Normal people are just boring don't you think?"
The monkey nodded. "Yes, I do think so."

*tosses Tasuki out into the shop*

Tasuki rubs his rear and glares at Bali, "Oi! Not so hard next time."

Keahi hopped into the shop, fluffy tail waving in mild agitation. Life at home lately had been... intense... and so, the young firecat-fox had come here hoping to find a little relief. Time to relax. Time...to relax, he reminded himself, looking around the room while taking a deep breath. Somewhere nearby there was a fire-haired man growling at his 'keeper.' He snickered softly to himself and sat curled his furry but naked form into a chair, watching them curiously.

*points to the bar* Look! BOOZE!!

"Huh?" Tasuki looks around. When he isn't looking Bali runs for cover.

Keahi fluffed up at the mention of booze. It was nasty stuff for his father (as in, literal heart burn), was not good for him either. He ducked his nose behind the chair arm.

Tasuki turned back towards Bali to say something but not seeing her he stopped. Carefully looking around the store he wondered where she had disappeared too. "Damned woman is taking lessons from Xelloss!"

Hearing Tasuki's comment, Keahi giggled softly to himself, hiding it and his nose, behind his tail tip. He was not trying to be rude, honest.

Tasuki looked around hearing the giggle. Seeing the naked cat he huffed slightly, "Well she has!"

Keahi sat up and tilted his head slightly, still smiling. "So she ditched you at the shop... you going to go have that drink then?"

Tasuki ran his hand through his hair. "I think I want a soda. You want anything while I'm in there?"

"My, how gentlemanly of you!" Keahi grinned. "But no... I'm not thirsty."

Tasuki gave the other a weird look. He had NEVER been accused of being a gentleman before. Shaking his head he walked into the kitchean for his soda. Finding some chips and dip as well he headed back out.

Hm, apparently the other had expected a 'yes' reply. Oh well. Purring for the sake of purring, Keahi stretched and yawned, then sat back properly in the chair, looking around the shop as he waited for the other to return.

Carefully balances the snacks and drink he moved over towards the other. Making more than one trip never occured to him. He could balance the food without falling! Smirking at his success of balancing the food his foot caught in a chair and he started to fall.

Keahi smoothly caught a bowl with a wing as he leapt to his feet and grabbed for Tasuki's elbow.

Tasuki made a rather undiginfied sound as he was caught by the elbow. He quickly grabed his soda with his other hand and managed to keep ahold of the chips without crushing them. "Damn...that was stupid. Thanks."

Keahi's grin was huge. "But the save was brilliant." He set the bowl of dip on the table and turned back to Tasuki. "Are you okay though? Twist your ankle or anything? I'm Keahi by the way."

Grinning in faint amusement he sets his drink and the chips down before getting the dip back from the other. "My save or your save?"

Bearach came back from a very long vacation, away from his family and crazy nutjobs. Fortunately, those nutjobs met their demise through madness. Once he landed on his feet, he smirked, wondering if he could find someone he could mentally torture.

Miroslav walked into the shop humming to himself. He had a wonderful time at the reception. He smirked wickedly thinking about his mother's reaction if he found out that he had been dancing with some of Schuldig's sons. Frankly he didn't care. It had been fun.

The demonic raccoon smirked at the beautiful kitten with interest. " Well well... look who's out in the wilderness," he said softly in his signature deep, rich, voice.

Pushes his glasses up to the top of his head Miroslav walked into the kitchean to find himself something to eat. "Mom's going to be pissed!" he sang to himself.

Bearach's smirk never left his face as he snuck up on the kitten, remaining quiet.

Still humming Miroslav started putting a sandwich together for himself. Pulling out the carton of milk he set it on the counter and starting going through the shelves in front of him to find a cup.

"Heh," he chuckled as he entered the kitchen. "I never thought I would come across such a helpless beauty."

One of Miroslav's ears twitch. His eyes narrow faintly. One hand slips under his trench as he looked back at the other. "Helpless? How do you know I'm helpless? After all I survived a night with two of your brothers."

"Is that right?" he asked.

Turning to face the demonic coon fully he kept his one hand where it was, "Yes it is. If I remember correctly you're Bearach?"

Bearach folded his arms and laughed. "Considering that we haven't met, yes I am Bearach."

Miroslav shrugged, "You're mother likes showing off baby pictures. I'm Miroslav."

"A pleasure to meet you," he bowed in a gentleman-like manner. "I never thought Mr. Ran. or Mr. Yohji would have such lovely children. I should stop disappearing a lot."

Miroslav looked shocked. "You didn't think dad would have lovely kids? He's gorgeous. You look a lot like your mom. I always thought he was sexy."

"What can I say? I'm gone a rather lot, learning the powers of manipulation."

"Manipulation? Your brothers have powers. One of them reads emotions the other reads souls. Did you want a sandwich?" Finding a glass Miro poured himself a large glass of milk.

Come to think of it, Bearach hadn't eaten since his random trip around the world, nodding at the powers statement. "I would like one, thank you."

Miroslav moves his hand out from under his trench but he makes sure to keep it close just incase. When dealing with Schuldig's kids it was better to be safe than sorry. He hands Bearach the plate with the sandwich he had already made and makes himself another one. "What did you want to drink?"

The anthro didn't have any weapons on him. He hated them for good reason. For Miroslav to be afraid of him seemed irrational. "Some wine would be nice."

"Umm...what goes with sandwiches? Red or white?" Walking over to the wine cabinet he frowned at the many bottles. His tail twitched faintly. He wasn't much of a wine person himself so he didn't know much about them.

"White is better with a gourmet dinner," Bearach replied. "So red is good."

Pulling out a bottle of red Miroslav sauntered over to Bearach and offered it to him for his persual, "Does this meet with sir's approval? Or shall I find another?"

He smiled softly. "This will do just fine." He took the wine before sipping it. It wasn't exactly expensive wine, but the quality was excellent in taste.

Miroslav gathered up his plate and drink and gestured out towards the main shop, "Shall we go sit in the shop or would you like to eat somewhere else?"

"Let's go somewhere else," he replied quickly. "I want to get to know you better, where it's much more quieter."

Walking over to the door Miroslav held it for Bearach, "Well there are some tables outside or we could snag a blanket and have a bit of a picnic. Which would you prefer?"

He walked through, waiting for Miroslav to follow. "Take a blanket," he smiled.

"As m'lord wishes." Miroslav snagged a blanket and threw it over his arm before heading out.

In an attempt to tease Miroslav, Bearach walked ahead, pretending to know where the park is directly.

Miroslav smirked faintly. He had always liked walking behind people...it let him check out their a**. Remember that Bearach hadn't been here in awhile Miroslav called to him, "Just go around the tree over there and you'll see it."

He noticed a bunch of trees nearby, but the best one was near the river. "This looks like a good spot."

Setting down his plate and drink Miroslav spread out the blanket where Bearach had said was a good spot. Making sure the blanket was smooth he settled down ont he blanket and pulled his plate and drink over to him.

He accepted the items kindly. This was actually the first time he went out with anyone in his entire life. The smell of the food and fresh air later became a lovely combination, alongside a cute kitten. He couldn't help himself but stare at him longingly.

Gesturing to the blanket next to him Miroslav grinned. "Have a seat I don't know about you but I'm starving. Your brothers had me up all night dancing so I'm starving."

"You're not the only one," he chuckled. "I haven't eaten in a while to tell you the truth."

"Your brothers kept you up all night dancing too? Damn...I would have loved to see that." Miroslav winked at Bearach before taking a bite from his sandwich.

"It wasn't the case of dancing," he said, "but a matter of traveling without eating anything." He felt terrible when it came to that experience.

"Then stop talking and eat man! Don't want you getting sick. If that isn't enough I'll go get us more after we're done." Miroslav took a large bite of his sandwich before washing it down with the milk.

"Yes, sir," he grinned as he ate.

"One of my harem mates had a huge wedding last night. That's where I was dancing with your brothers. You mother was dirty dancing with my father. It was funny...though your brothers and I decided we aren't telling the other parent. I don't want to know what Mom and Farfarello would say. Schande said something about not wanting to be a pin cushion." Miroslav grinned.

"That Schande..." He shook his head. "He never likes being a pin cushion." He took another bite of his sandwich.

"Heh...who does like being a pin cushion? I know I wouldn't want to piss off your father. Your mother is SLIGHTLY more rational so I rather deal with him. Mom would 'shine' me if he heard me talking like this." laughing slightly he munched happily on his food.

"I don't think my father cares about any of that. He's immune to pain for crying out loud. Yet that scares me, but I still love him as my father," Bearach spoke.

"Well I've never met your father so I don't really have much of an opion. Your mother isn't as bad as Mom thinks. Dad likes him anyways. Personaly I think Dad is more scary than Mom. You know when Mom's pissed with Dad you can't tell." Miroslav also remembered the one time his father had gotten truely angry at his mother. His mother had backed down fast and apoligized.

"How I would hate to see my parents work out their arguments...it's like one they fight, and then they punish each other with BDSM."

Nodding his head Miroslav remembered a conversation he had overheard. "Schuldig was talking to Voodoo at the wedding. Voodoo asked him if he and Farfarello were mushy with each other. Schuldig said only psychopaths would call them mushy."

"He's exactly right," he nodded. "That and they must be looking for trouble."

Running his fingers through his hair Miroslav smirked slightly, "I believe in getting into hot water. It's how I get clean."

"And I thought cats were afraid of water," he grinned. "Then again... I do see little Xiang Mei playing in the Mer tank..."

"It depends on the cat actually. I think all the cats at the harem like water. Well, hot water that is. I can't stand cold water." Miroslav tossed the last of his sandwich in his mouth. Finishing it off he took another drink of milk purring happily.

"Has anyone told you that you sound cute the way purr?"

Miroslav stopped purring immediately. He blinked at Bearach a moment, "No. I didn't realize I was purring either. I guess I'm having fun."

"Having fun shouldn't be a crime," the demonic coon smiled. He ate his sandwich happily, realizing that he was having fun too.

Miroslav chuckled softly. "That depends on what you consider fun! From what I hear what your father considers fun is definately a crime!"

"That's my father for you," he smiled. "All he cares about is wanting to see God dead."

"I would hope he cares for your mother some too. My father only cares for sex." Miroslav stuck his tongue out slightly and made a silly face.

"I'm pretty sure he does," he grinned. "I mean he was able to stop picking on people for a while."

"Heh, I like your mother. You're dad sounds rather scary. I think I'm kinda glad I've never met him. I just have to deal with my dad flirting with whomever I bring home and mom shineing them." Miroslav rolled his eyes in faint disgust.

"I hope my mother didn't annoy you too much," he smiled. "If he did, I'll be sure to scold him."

Miro laughed warlmy. "I said I like him. I do too. If mom knew some of the things your mom told me!"

"I don't think you've met all of my brothers either..." Bearach wondered what Ailill was up to.

"Just the two that hand out at the harem. Unsinnig has a monkey confusing him. It's very cute but I'm not saying that to his face!" Miro snickered.

"Ahh...then you haven't met Ailill. He's a real handful."

"That seems to run in your family. None of you are what I'd call easy."

"Not when it comes to falling in love, from what I'm gathering," he chuckled.

Miro blinked a moment. Ok...did he mean they fell in love easily or it was hard for them to fall in love. "Ok...I'm not sure what you meant by that."

"For me, it's falling in love easily."

"Got it! So you fall in love a lot? Wouldn't that be lust not love?" Miro tilted his head to the side and his tail twiched faintly.

"I suppose," he shrugged. "But the lust has been taken care of."

Miro's eyes got rather wide. He could only think of one way to take care of lust...was Bearach saying.... No! Get you're mind out of the gutter, hentai! he thought to himself as he smacked himself on the temple. "Oh." was all he could think to say.

"Are you really having such thoughts about me?" he smirked, reading Miroslav's mind like a book. "I'm flattered."

Miro's eyes widened even more and he turned the same color as his hair, "You didn't tell me you could read minds like your mother!" he gasped.

Bearach chuckled yet again. "You never asked."

Groaning Miro buried his face in his hands, "Gah!"

"Is that a bad thing?" His smile never left his face.

"It's embarssing." his voice came out muffled because his face was still buried in his hands.

He titled his head and stroked the kitty's hair. "Don't be."

Miro peered through his fingers and leaned into the gentle touch. "Well it isn't fair at least. You got an advantage over me. Does your father ever get mad at your mother for that?"

"When it comes to my dad being punished, I don't think you wanna know," he said.

"Sounds...kinky." Miro finally dropped his hands and grinned faintly. He well knew the sounds that came from his parents bedroom when his dad was being bad.

"That and adding bondage to the mix," he blushed at the thought.

Miro stared at Bearach in surprise. He had thought the demonic coon wasn't the type to blush. "Heh...some bondage can be fun. Err...so I hear anyways."

Bearach was a virgin. Most of the time whenever he needed a release, he would just masturbate. "My parents and I have too many different thoughts."

Suddenly Miro was very glad that neither of his parents were telepaths. He so did not want them to know what he did in his room... "I think most kids would say that."

"I shouldn't be too surprised," he said at the remark.

"Telepathic parents...gah! Suddenly I'm glad my parents don't have powers. Though I can think of one time when your parents decided to 'play' with dad." Miro frowned faintly. He didn't know much about what had happened there. His father wouldn't talk about it. Schande had told him more than his dad had.

Bearach wasn't surprised when he mentioned his father and his sort of 'play'. But his father mellowed down quite significantly. "I don't know...he seemed to settle down a bit."

Miro tilted his head to the side, "I don't mean to insult you are anything but your father settling down just sounds impossible. Then again he didn't kill any of you at birth which is kinda surprising."

"No offense taken. I didn't think that was like him either." He shrugged and smiled some.

Clapping his hands together Miro grinned, "Ok! We've talked about our parents and we know they don't like each other. Or at least my mom doesn't like your dad. What else shall we talk about?"

"What do you like in a mate?" Bearach smiled.

"Hmmm...well I've never had one before so I can't say from experience. I want someone who is strong. Someone I don't have to protect all the time. If I did have to fight I would love to know that the other person would be right at my side fighting with me. Life is pretty harsh and only the fighters survive." Miro frowned faintly. He knew he wasn't explaining himself all that well but he wasn't sure how to explain it better.

Bearach liked that answer, and it only made him want to be closer to him. Not just by physical attraction, but by knowing his heart as well. "Well you won't have to worry about me being the weak one, no matter how I display my mysterious persona."

Miro looked at Bearach and pretended to be surprised, "Oh? I didn't know I was after you. Though I can see why it would work. Farfarello and Schuldig would NEVER have week sons. That and it would piss off mom."

Unlike both of my parents, I only use sadistic force when necessary," he nodded.

"That's good. I'm only as cold as mom when I'm fighting. Otherwise I'm more like dad." he smiled.

Bearach smiled back. He leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You remind me of a cute kitten I've found."

Miro raised a brow at Bearach. A faint smirk curved his lips, "Oh do I? Are you going to take me home and ask your parents if you can keep me?"

"It seems like the 'polite' thing to do," he grinned. "If that's what you prefer."

Laughing softly, "Well if you were to come to my place and say that Mom would shine you! Then the katana's would come out and Dad would kill the both of us!"

"Well...since you put it that way, we should just get eloped."

Miro thought about that for a moment. Are we really going to... "If we did we would have to tell your mother and my father. They would never forgive us if we didn't. We could keep it a secret from the other parents though."

Bearach smirked as his fluffy tail brushed against the cat's leg. "Maybe we should keep it a secret from both of our parents."

"How do you keep secrets from a telepath? I mean you're one yourself so you can probably do it but your mother hangs out with dad and he might get something from me." Miro caught Bearach's tail and stroked it lightly.

"Oh...maybe you're right..." Bearach blushed in embarrassment.

Sighing as he continued to pet Bearachs tail, (the fluffy one not his a**) "Maybe we should just tell all of them and get it over with. That seems like the best...wait a minute...did we just decide to be mated?"

"It certainly does sound like it, huh?" he smiled warmly.

Miro blinked at Bearach slowly then he grinned, "Ohhh...you're a sneaky one you are. I'm going to have to keep a very close eye on you! You just want to get your hands on my delectable self!"

"How come you're not thinking the same thing I am, hm?" he chuckled leaning closer to his body. He carefully wrapped his arm around Miro.

Miro looked into Bearach's eyes for a moment before looking down at his chest. Peeking back up at him he grinned, "You can't hear what I'm thinking? I assure you it isn't exactly pg."

"Not necessarily," he teased.

"No? Well that's good. Wouldn't want you to hear what I was thinking all the time. Right now I'm thinking about the time I heard Lustyn and Remy compare dates they had. They did some very kinky things that I am rather curious about." Miro winked at Bearach wickedly.

"yeah, I do have to keep some of my telepathic powers in check. Otherwise, things wouldn't be such a mystery anymore."

"I guess knowing what people think all the time could be a pain. Considering some of the stupid things they say that is." Miro cuddled against Bearach's chest.

Looking rather bored Tsume looked around the shop he had heard about from his haremmates. He had his back against a wall and his legs stretched out in front of him.

The fox yawned as he walked into the shop. His clothing wasnt the smartest for the tempurature outside but he loved his slited skirt and stomach bearing shirt. Though he knew full well if he was ever fat, which he would not ever allow, or preggers he would proudly hisplay his flat stomach. Kams eyes drifted over to a wolf leaning agenced the wall. Sidestepping the fight going on he walked over "hello" he said offering a smile.

Tsume watched the fight with a faint sneer. He really wasn't impressed he was thinking about stepping in and smacking both of the anthros when another one stepped up to him. Raising a brow he studied the fox in front of him, "Hello."

Kam grinned wider "i'm Kam, whats your name?" he asked happily

Tsume sighed softly. Why did he always get stuck with the happy ones? "Tsume."

The fox tilted his head a bit "what are you doing here?" he asked curiously

Tsume gestured towards the fight that was going on. "Watching two morans fight."

The fox looked over at the fight he had sidestepped earlier "their going to hurt someone else or themselves" he said pointing out the obveous

"We can only hope." Tsume smirked wickedly.

Kam looked over and sidestepped away from the fight a bit more before leaning agenced the wall beside Tsume "why"

"Why what?" asked the wolf.

Kam yawned "why do you hope for it?" he asked looking over, he had calmed down a bit

Tsume shrugged slightly, "It would make the fight more interesting."

Kam looked back at the pair remembering the kiss he had seen "it seems like a lovers quarrel taken to a whole new level" he said his eyes fixated on the flames

"Hmmf...how boring. I guess that is what those two consider foreplay."

Kam couldnt hide the blush burning his cheeks at the words foreplay "m..maybe"

Tsume smirked, "Problem, little boy?"

Kam opened his mouth blushing deeper. He squeaked softly and looking down for a moment "ah...mm" he cursed himself mentally as he stared at the ground

Studying the fox before him a moment Tsume asked, "How can someone who dressed like you do be shy?"

Kam looked up "um, nothing something i'd like to talk about here" he said blushing. The fox was odd, shy as crazy but he definatly knew what foreplay was. He had a boyfriend way into all of that and had dressed like this for him. They had broken up but Kam still liked how he had begun to dress. He secretly hoped to find someone new. He could never be dominant so he had to find a way to bring their attention to him.

Tsume shook his head slightly. Again with the kids. Did he have a sign over his head or something? "This so-called fight has gotten boring. I'm getting a drink and going into the other room. Want something?"

Kam chewed on his lower lip lightly "sure" he said moving himself up from the wall to follow Tsume

Tsume snagged a beer from the fridge for himself, "What did you want?"

Kam shrugged "something stronger then beer" he really wasnt to picky, he had mixed way to many kinds of alchahol his first time and didnt mind the taste of any of them

Tsume pulled out a few different drinks and mixed them. "Here. It's called a bubblegum shooter though that's a full glass not just a shooter. It taste like alcholic bubblegum."

Kam smiled taking the glass. He took a few large drinks before pausing. He was lucky, he hadnt needed a wine cooler as a chaser. He was different when he was drunk, a bit less, blush at everything kind of guy. "thanks"

"Yeah, your welcome." Tsume takes a seat away from the other anthros in the shop.

Kam moved to sit beside the wolf taking the ocasional sip from his drink. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to blur his vision and do the job when he was almost done.

Andre ignored his son and looked at his mate "who says im calm? Just because im not showing anything doesnt mean im not, I just know that being upset, screaming at one another and basically trying to lose our voices wont get us anywhere in the end so why bother being upset?" He said calmly as he walked away from his mate and over to a near by sofa and sat down on it, hugging his knees and sighed.

"And we cant get sick, I cant explain it and have no idea how this can happen but unless its three months without eating then we will start getting sick, I dont know how this can happen it just can, been like this in my family for generations" he said as he rested his head on his knees and sighed as he looked out the window.

Tranquillity laid on the bed and took out his books again and started back to work, carrying on reading the page he had been interupted from reading earlier.

Nar stared after his brother for a moment before turning his back and walking away. He was not going to waste any more of his time on the moran.

Gregory looked from his now pissed off son to his mate then back again. Sighing softly he shook his head, "Did we still want food?" he asked deciding to switch the topic.

Andre sighed "you go and order, I will be back in a moment" he said as he got up and pulled out a pick locking kit and walked upstairs. Andre took out the tool he needed and picked the lock his son was in and opened it moments later, putting the things away and walked in and shut the door behind him.

Tranquillity looked up and groaned "mom what do you want? And how did you get in? He asked curiously.

Andre placed a finger to his lips, gesturing his son calm down and picked him up and placed him on his lap and wraped his arms around him.

Tranquillity tried to object but couldnt and after a few moments he didnt want to, he snuggled agiesnt his mother to hear what he had to say, silently admitingly having missed being in his mothers arms like this and it really was nice, so nice he started to purr.

Gregory nodded after Andre but didn't move as he continued to watch his son. After a brief moment he silently opened his arms and waited for his son's reaction.

Narcisse looked at his father for a moment then looked away again. Slowly he took a step forward than another until he hid his face against his fathers chest, "I wasn't being unreasonable." he mumbled.

Gently stroking his son's hair Gregory murmured softly, "i don't think so. I think he should take a breath every so often as well."

Andre walked out of the room half an hour later and smiled at his son "thank you" he said as he let his son go first.

Tranquillity waited on the stairs for his mother, holding a hand out to him, wanting to go down with him, acting as if he was still the little boy he once was.

Andre smiled and shut the door, walking over and took his sons hand "I love you" he said softly as he cuddled agiesnt his son and started down the stairs with him.

Tranquillity smiled softly and cuddled agiesnt his mother "I love you also mom" he sais as he sighed contentedly, not really feeling like eating but he would, he promised his mother he would so he would. However he also promised his mother one other thing but that can wait till after dinner, he would have dinner first and then surprise his brother, he didnt want to leave his work but he would have his mothers help later so he assumed it wouldnt be to bad if he had one night of slacking off with his mothers promise to help him as much as he wanted later on.

Gregory realeases his son as he hears steps on the stairs. Looking up he sees his other son and his mate, "Decided to eat after all?"

Narcisse moved away from his father without a word. He started to move to the phone before stopping, "Are we ordering or going out?" he asked his mother.

Andre looked at Tranquillity as they both reached the bottom of the stairs "its up to you sweetheart, what do you want to do?" He asked as he kissed his sons head.

Tranquillity smiled up at his mother "eat in, I dont look even a quater respectable to go out anywhere" he said as he sat down on the sofa and looked at his father. "I can always go back upstairs if you want and not eat with you at all if you want me to" he said in a patronizing way as he laid on the sofa and looked up at the roof, sighing softly as he turned over onto his stomach and looked at his brother "I will have garlic bread and apricot chicken and get us family deserts and coke" he said turning back over and look back up at the roof.

Andre sat on the sofa and took out a credit card and handed it to his son "say you will pay by credit card and give them the number" he said to his son "I will have bbq chicken and I guess whatever your father wants." he said as he sat next to his son on the sofa and pulled him into his lap once more and wraped his arms around him, stroaking his sons hair as he cuddled him.

Narcisse took the card from his mother and turned to his father with a raised brow, "Dad?"

Gregory chuckled softly, "I'll have what you'll having. Which is usually for us."

Narcisse wondered over to the phone and put in their order for food. Walking back he took a seat aginst the wall and handed the card back to his mother, "You'll have to sign when they get here."

Gregory walked and sat next to Narcisse. He tugged lightly at a lock of his son's hair before grinning at him.

We are born on the same day/month also so we share a birthday (28/11) to. XD))

Andre took the card back and nodded "sure, I can do that" he said to his son and looked down to his other son "so care to fill in your brother as to what you will be doing after dinner?" He asked, thinking that they had to kill the time somehow till dinner got here.

Tranquillity was almost asleep in his mothers arms, purring away softly "can you? Im to comfy to move" he said as he cuddled agiesnt his mother and closed his eyes, threatning to sleep.

"Sure sweetheart" he said as he kissed his sons forehead and looked at Nar "after dinner, mine and your fathers shout, you are both going out to enjoy yourselves. Clubbing, drinking, bar hopping, whatever you want to do we will pay for it and all you will have to do is take Sleeping Beauty here home to get changed. Just have fun tonight alright? And watch out for Tranquillity ok? He isnt exactly street smart as much as you are so he wont get some assholes, jerks and all other unsavory characters you will meet.

Of course he isnt stupid but I just dont want him going home with some sleeze that will treat him badly or even kill him most of all I guess so take care of him Nar? Of course dont smother him and let him do his own thing but just keep in contact ok?" He asked, knowing Nar he would but just wanted some ressasurence.

Gregory closed his eyes and quickly wrapped his arm around Narcisse's sholders. He had a good idea what was about to happen and was hoping it wouldn't be too bad.

Narcisse looked at his mother for a moment before turning to his father. He read the pleading look in his father's eyes then turned back to his mother, "No."

Andre sighed "wasnt it you who wanted to spend more time with your brother? Wanted to see him more then you were already? I have finally talked him into him being away for a night from his studies and you say no? You realise he wont be away from his studies any more till he has gotten this thesis in atleast dont you? Your father and I arnt going to to stand around here and hear you moan about how much you arnt seeing him or hanging out like you once did when you were children when you have an oppertunity right now."

He said to his son wondering what had gotten into him given that he was pretty much wanting this 45 minutes or so ago.

Tranquillity looked up and yawned, obviously having fallen asleep and got up and draged his brother over to the other side of the room, away from their parents so they could talk alone. "I apologise for earlier alright? But I need to pass this if I ever want to become a vet, I am failing nearly every single unit, I am being bullied, I am told constantly that I should be thrown out of school or have my course changed because I am so bad at it...

This is what I want to be though, I WANT to be a vet so I am studying so hard because I am lower then the lowest kid in class and believe me, this isnt good. I will get half my grade if I can turn this paper in which will make it easier on me a little when it comes to other units but till then I have to be like this.

I am sorry for treating you bad Nar, I love you, no matter what annoying things you do to me, but I really want to be a vet to and I cant exactly have both now can I? I cant be out with you having fun and not try and get the dream I want. I am so sorry for what I have done to you lately and I REALLY do want to go out with you tonight, mother said she would help me later with my thesis so I can spend time with you.

Please Nar, lets go have fun like we used to? I know it might not be exactly like we used to but being older has its advantages, we have alot of bars and night clubs out there that need us to check out. How are we going to ever find mates if all we do is stand around here and have me studying and you moaning about me not having fun with you?"

He asked his brother and sighed once more deciding that, even if it was agiesnt his better judgment concidering how bad he was doing at school, he could settle with a compramise. "How about this, I get mom to help me with my thesis/essays/whatever and from 7pm onwards at night im all yours? We can do whatever you want, as long as we go out and get him at 2 or 3 in the morning at the very latest, I can survive on 5 to 6 hours of sleep a night.

However, that is the weeknights, on the weekends I am yours from 4-5pm in the afternoon onwards and sunday im studying all day/night up till I go to bed?" He offered his son, knowing he was setting his mother back on opening his shop which he didnt like but he knew his mother insisted on helping him anyway so he wouldnt care if the shop waited. "Please say yes" he begged his brother, knowing he would regret this but he didnt want his brother upset with him and maybe...just maybe this might make him study a little better also if he didnt just go to school, come home and sit down and study till he went to bed that night.

Gregory groaned quietly. That was the wrong thing to say there was no way to stop the fight that was coming now. He could almost see the explosion that was about to come from Narcisse.

Narcisse looked at his mother first. "I wanted him out for his own good not mine. Moaning to you and dad that I haven't seen him? I haven't seen YOU either! How would you know if I've been moaning about it?"

Turning to his brother his glare actually seemed to get hotter, "I know my job isn't as important as yours. I know that you are studing hard and really want this. And I know that you WILL get it. I was trying to keep you from burning out!"

Taking a deep breath he turned to his father. "I'm sorry you had to deal with this dad. But since I seem to be causing so many problems I'll leave now." With those words Narcisse pulled himself to his feet and strolled out of the shop.

Gregory buried his face in his hands, "Andre...do you realize you would have been hard pressed to say something worse? Why is it that when Tran get's pissy you get all mothering and loving but when Nar does it you do the opposite?"

Gregory drops his hands and looked at Tran, "I love you dearly Tran as much as I love your brother and like your brother I agree that you will be a vet just like you want. Who are you going to believe? A bunch of fools who don't know their a** from a whole in the ground or people who know you?"

Tranquillity ran back upstairs crying, he got to the door and shut it, locking it and slid down it and hugged his knees and burried his face into them, wishing he had never left the room.

Andre said nothing, he got up and ran after Nar "wait" he called as he grabed Nar by the wrist "get back inside, we are going to talk about this whether you want to or not, I am not having my family be upset because were all hot headed" he gleared at his son, something he NEVER did unless he was serious. "Your brother just offered you something I never thought he would, something I would of thought you would of at least been understanding about, something that he wouldnt of if it wasnt for you in the first place.

Not only that has it ever occured to you that not everyone is the same damn way as everyone else? Just because YOU think all this studying might tire a person out doesnt mean it WILL tire them out. Not everyone is made up the same way as everyone else, we are all different, one brother can climb mountains whereas his brother couldnt climb to save himself, do you think the one who can climb mountains would get pissy and annoyed at the one who couldnt?

We are all different in this world, not one of us is the same, just because someone might get tired by not sleeping or eating doesnt mean we are all like this. Your brother sleeps when need to he just doesnt eat, drink or go out, he does NOT study all the time, I know this for a fact, he just would rather be by himself.

He studies so damn much that he doesnt get time for himself, he is to worried about the world and what life awaits for him after college, he is scared shitless about the future and wants what is best for himself. So many times I have heard him cry himself to sleep because of him being bullied at school and the fact the teachers want to kick him out and he cant even get support from his own brother.

Maybe if he didnt believe he would be a total wash out at the end of the year he might hang out with you more but right now he honestly believes he is so bad at this course that he doesnt even want to be around anyone else. He is trying to his hardest to not only prove to others he can make the cut and pass but also to us, his family, and right now he is probably seeing how much he really should go back to his room.

I am only like this with him because I was exactly the same way, my family never supported me, I was the under dog, I never had what it takes to be as successful as my parents and brothers, I never would of ammounted to anything because I was just so pathetic, amongst other things. Your brother feels like s**t as it is, when he isnt studying, trying to show he can be the best out there, he feels worthless, he thinks that if he doesnt study then he wont get better and he wont get the praise he thinks he deserves.

I know he can make this, we all do, however to himself, he doesnt give himself enough credit, he honestly believes he is going to fail this like everything else hes failed at in his life. You want him to take time off, he is, it might be for you, for himself or for the queen of England, either way he is taking time off shouldnt that be enough for you? He already feels like s**t for doing it but if it will make you happy and maybe even himself a little he will.

But what do I know? Comming from your father im favoring him anyway so I guess I will just leave you both alone in future and let you two sort this out for yourselves." He said as he walked back into the store and out to the kitchen where he sat on the kitchen counter and looked out the window and sighed, wondering if he was really a good parent after all.

Narcisse listened to everything his mother had to say quietly. When Andre was finally done he said, "You and Tran keep on acting like I'm trying to keep him from studying all the time. I'm not. I tried to get him away from it once only once. I told him that I know he can do it. He isn't the underdog in this family."

Shaking his head he tugged at his hair, "He thinks he's a failure? Hah! He's going to be a vet. That isn't a failure. What do I do for a living? I dance and take off my clothes for a bunch of perverts. Obviously I'm the failure. Go ahead and walk away from me, mother. It's what you're best at."

"You were so busy listening to him cry in the night that you never heard me." he said quietly. Narcisse walked away quickly so his mother wouldn't see his tears. He knew people were different. It just hurt to think his brother was happier studying than seeing him once in a while. "Maybe after he becomes a vet I can see him...that is if he's willing to be seen with his whore of a brother." he muttered to himself.

Tranquillity started picking up his thrings, if he could cause his family to be like this with each other then it wasnt worth it, he didnt want to come between them. He sighed and picked up every last book, pen, pencil and peice of rubbish in his bag and walked out of the room, he walked downstairs and looked at his father. "I quit, I dont want to be the one who breaks this family apart" he said as he started to cry once more "I will forget about becomming a vet, im not good at it anyway and the teachers will be pleased I have quit, its a waste of time and I am destorying this family, I will figure out something else" he said without waiting for his fathers reply.

Tranquillity walked over to the near by bin and threw his bag into it and walked out to his car and climbed into it, starting it up he took off out of the carpark and started slowly home.

RP Cont Here

Edward catches Tsunami, "Um...what am I supposed to do with this?"

Tsunami:: *blinks, peach bunny ears perking slightly* Nyr?

Edward sweetdrops and carefully sets Tsunami on his feet. "Whatever."

Tsunami:: *smiles, then glomps Edward* Friend! heart

"Friend? I don't even know you!" Edward tries to free himself from the boy but fails.