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Stephanie couldn't help but laugh as she heard the list of things. Though not extremley intense, they were still daily things that made life more...."interesting." She stopped herself afterward, putting a hand over her muzzle. It wasn't her intent at all to sound harsh. "I-I'm sorry, I mean, those are.... hm." Her furred hand came over her muzzle, not sure if she wanted to dig herself deeper into the perverbial hole. "Getting chocked with like a mic or whatever is kinda serious to be totally honest."

Margy couldn't help but snuff out a snicker that was attempting to sneak it's way out. It seemed that her opinion upon the fact that Soul's small acts of stupidity were serious was completely opposite from Stephanie's--especially since she was struggling to keep from laughing.
"Soul-kun sounds like Margy." she said a second later as she snuffed out another snicker. "Margy is just a clutz and a space cadet that she always is running into things and tripping over things. Margy's friends used to call her a crash test dummy." she explained, giggling a bit more, as she took another apple and began to nibble at it happily.

"Nope nope." Margy said as she began to shake her head back and forth in response to Stephanie's 'human wrecking ball' comment.
"Margy was never called that, she was always called mama's problem and heart attack special child." She gave a bit of a grin afterward. She seemed rather proud of that name strangely enough...
"Margy was always wandering off and freak her mama out because she'd disappear without warning..." she stated. "Come to think of it--Margy still does."
Margy gave a bit of a laugh a second later, before blinking a bit more as she stared at the apple which she had been chewing on, tossing it into her mouth and quickly chewing it up.
"Thinking about mama makes Margy miss Ginko and Tootstie though." she said with a bit of a pout. Tootsie and Ginko were the names of two of her pets, a snake and a guinea pig.

Stephanie lifted her finger, mouth agape in an attempt to object, but Soul was smart to cut her off before she could speak. She was usually set in her ways for the most part, so stopping her before she could begin was a good idea. Though her ears drooped for a second, what probably couldn't be seen was a small smile. "Thank you." She said, nodding her head shyly. Scurrying slightly, she got into the bed and situated herself into he covers, clurling up into a ball. She nodded as her face was smushed into the pillow, signaling Soul to turn off the light.

The light disappeared, causing Stephanie to flinch. She hated the dark. But as she strained to see in the dim light, suddenly everything became brighter. But it was a different kind of light....dusky. Like twilight, but it was still dark. For a moment she was confused, looking around the room with an expression of shock. Suddenly, with a small chuckle, she remembered what she was now. "Oh, right. Night vision." She said softly, and then let her head flop back to the pillow.

Soul waited until the he got the reassuring snored of both girls before he stood up and stretched. The floor was cold and uncomfortable, and either of them probably could of slept on it without trouble, but his short hedgehog fur had kept him from being free of it. Making a silent sigh, he snuck out without even a sound. He knew this apartment complex like the back of his hands. Almost every stair had an appropriate place to step on that would issue no noise. As he walked out into the city, he stretched more comfortably and took in the night air. He looked down one way, towards the more lively district, and down the other, the more residential. As he stood, he strained his ear for the night sounds, and made out shouts of glee, cars screeching, the general din of people and even a couple gunshots.

He rounded the block once, his headache not returning. In truth, it hadn't come back at all after the train ride, and had snuck a few pills before eating the apple. As he approached the doors again, he sat down outside, next to the pillar on the side of the door. Leaning his head back, he let himself think for the first time in many hours. Stephenie and Margy had been drug into his world, his new world. He was their guide, their protector, and at the same time, had no special abilites like the other two. He chastised himself another time for bringing it up. "No use being a little emo about it." He muttered, even though the thought was there. He came to the conclusion that he wasn't tired at all, and decided to keep watch. Rain sprinkled around him, and bounced off his smooth fur. Scratching his chest, he sighed. He actually really did like the rain.

Soul blinked a moment. He had dozed off a second there, or spaced out.He wasn't entirely sure. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was still way in the early side of the AM clock, and looked upon his visitor with confusion. "What are you doing up so early?" He asked, as if him sitting out in the rain was amazingly common. It fell down in warm patterns, and admittedly, he was soaked to the bone now, the rain much heavier then before. He heard thunder not far off. His ear twitched and he scratched it.

He let his mind refocus unto the task at hand. Stephenie had avoided his question with silence, and honestly, he couldn't blame her. What was he doing out here in a thunderstorm, instead of inside and sleeping. Coughing slightly to clean his throat, he leaned his head back to ease a small neck ache that had appeared when Stephenie roused him. "I'm fine, just... thinking." He said. "Because, well. How to put this. I'm not the most amazingly social creature on the planet. And I haven't really been talking to people - anthro or human - all that much sense I got here six months ago." He explained. He stood up and rung out his sleeves, obviously in vain. All it really did was make unattractive wrinkles. "And now I've got to sorta strangers sleeping in my house, one who is almost insane and the other wearing my blanket." He explained. "Which is getting wetter by the second." He noted. I guess it was time for laundry day soon anyway. He was down to his last pairs of... everything. "So... I guess I've just been thinking. I retract my earlier statement. I'm not alright. What I'm feeling is really a toss up right now between happiness, fear, and a whole host of other emotions that I'm not comfortable saying." He said, scratching his damp quills. He was ecstatic, at the same time sad. He was loving change, but fearing how it would effect his friends. He knew what happens. Their old lives were worthless here, and he didn't know what to do when that levity hit home.

"It's best if you get some more sleep right now. I'll be in sometime soon." He said, looking up at the sky. Rain speckled down, but he was glad none had hit his eyes yet. "I really love thunderstorms, so I'll be out here a little longer."

Stephanie was, for once, silent as she listend to Soul. Her ears drooped. She could never imagine what it would be like to have no one there for her......To be alone.....knowing that even if she wanted to see everyone, it was totally impossible now. Though for the first few days she seemed to experience a little of it.....it kept ringing in her mind. "Six months."

Her face turned a bright red when he mentioned her use of his blanket. Though about to apologize, she was cut off as he continued. Her face showed the remnant of an inward smile. This was his time to talk, not hers. Unexpectedly, when he began to talk of......feelings he wasn't "comfortable" talking about, she began to blush again, and was a tad perplexed why. She tried to hide it by pulling the blanket tighter around herself, but she wasn't quite sure if it was very affective.

It was almost a bit saddening when Stephanie heard Soul say it'd be best for her to get sleep. Though this was very true, part of her really just wanted to stay and......actually, she wasn't sure what to do really. She gave a warm smile when he spoke of the rain, and finally got the courage to let out a small laugh. "It is beautiful isn't it?" She commented, talking more on the water instead of everything else of a storm. Her hair smooshed back into the blanket as she looked up at the sky, smiling. As the rain tickled her muzzle as it sprinkled down, she gave a small giggle and wiped the water off her nose with the side of her finger.

"Man, I wish I could appreciate storms more..... It's just the stupid-" Suddenly a terrifying roar peirced Stephanie's ears, with an explosion of light afterward. The first was enough to make the poor puppy jump, but the second made her give a pitiful 'YIPE!!' before retreating speedily back into the house with a light slam of the door. Shaking, wet, she stood in front of the door for a few minutes before realizing what she'd just done. Soul, the person who had pretty much opened up his home and everything to her, was now sitting by himself....in the rain. Because she was too much of a wuss to stay out there. She stomped her foot and was about to curse herself, when she saw the open eyes of Margy on the couch.

"Oh....uh....hey!"

Margy's large round ears twitched once again at the sound of Stephanie's voice.
"Heyoo." she said rather calmly as she stared back at Stephanie. "Margy no can sleep sleep--misses Fudgie." she stated as she stared, before poking at the couch.
"Couch is very comfty--so not couch's fault." she said as she patted the couch's cushions, as if she was trying to keep from hurting the couch's feelings.
"But moving past Margy." she said as she lifted her hands, before moving them in the circular motion, then moving them to the right. "Why is Stephanie-chan still away?" she tilted her head to the side. "Is it the thunder?" she asked curiously as she began to leaning over on the couch a bit more.
"Is it? Is it?" she asked leaning over more. If she leaned over any further, she'd surely fall off of the couch, and with a loud thud with that.