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The saber was absolutely delighted with the arrival of the mail that day, and nearly pounced the delivery man for the package.

Sanura had discovered the wonder of Ebay, PayPal, and X's Visa card. It was all so very beautiful. Why would anyone want to go shopping when they could buy things online? And when combined with take out and restaurants that delivered, the Boundless saw no reason to leave the estate quite yet.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, a certain feline look dancing in her eyes as she precisely sliced open the box with her claws.

It was all there. The GameCube she had bought, as well as a stack of games that had been offered with the system. Purring happily in her throat, the saber immediately went to setting it up in her room, practically salivating the entire time.

And then she carefully chose a game, popped the mini-disk in, and hit the power button.

"Oh glorious technology, where would I be without thee?" Sanura said amidst her purrs and the Cube's loading graphics, placing a paw over her chest dramatically and batting her eyelashes for an audience that wasn't there.

Gods Bless Ebay.

'Oh, you'll have fun visiting your brother's family.' Adroi huffed, folding his arms and ducking further into the shadows. The wonambi boy was curled up in the cabinet beneath a sink, peeking through a slight crack in the doorway to warily eye the kitchen. He was not having fun. Stupid Moo.

The snake boy inhaled sharply at the unmistakable clack of hooves on the tiles, pulling the cabinet closed as quietly as possible and shifting just enough to make himself comfortable. Thankfully, he wasn't bothered by small spaces, but all the same--

"Drooooi~?"

Adroi grimaced. It was the centaur again. He held his breath, willing the toddler away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the hoofsteps fade from the room. Just to be safe, Adroi pushed open the door a crack, peeking out after the young boy before opening the door completely and slipping out onto the floor. He felt a nagging guilt, but shoved it aside; it wasn't that he didn't like Cody, he reasoned, but if that little horse stepped on his tail one more time, he might just scream.

And a scream was very, very out of character for Adroi.

But now what, he mused, unblinking eyes wandering the room. Cody was bound to come back soon... He had searched the entire floor until he had found Adroi, as far as the snake boy knew. But the second floor... Cody wasn't very good with stairs. Adroi grinned, slipping out of the kitchen and off for the safer floor.

Halfway up the stairs, curiosity struck, and before he knew it Adroi found himself searching each room he came across. However, he hadn't expected to find people in any of them. Framed by the doorway, the wonambi watched Sanura from where he stood, raising a brow. He debated mentioning that she was talking to a box and probably wouldn't get a response, but decided against it.

She probably already knew that, anyway.

She did indeed already know that, but that didn't phase her.

Sanura sniffed the air, flicking an ear over towards the door, quite aware that there was someone there. Someone she hadn't met yet.

Glancing over at him, she tapped her claws on her chest before cocking her head to the side and watching him. The back of her neck pricked strangely, something she hadn't felt since she was at the Island. "You are a Boundless," she mused, moving her paw to push her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.

The music for Super Smash Brothers droned on in the background, but Sanura merely flicked a whisker and ignored it. Her attention was entirely on this snake boy.

It was strange to see someone with no legs, and with so little hair as well. But then again, Sanura hadn't exactly met too many people outside of the house.

Adroi felt a chill run down his spine as the girl looked over, and immediately tensed, fighting the urge to slink back out of the room. Instead, he rested a hand against the doorframe, steadying himself and nodding slightly in reply.

As if snapping free of a daze, he suddenly turned his gaze towards the TV and quirked a brow, leaving to doorway to start slowly, warily, towards Sanura. "What's that?" he questined quietly, gesturing towards picture on screen. Sanura herself was nothing new to Adroi; he had seen far stranger, and probably was himself when it came down to it. But video games were something completely foreign.

The saber tooth girl gave him a toothy grin, which widened considerably when she saw where Adroi was glancing at. Moving over a bit, she clasped a paw over the second controller and offered it to the snake boy.

She made herself comfortable, scooching over on the floor, which was covered in colorful pillows and a few electronics catalogs as well. Adroi now had room to sit down if he wanted.

"That," Sanura beamed, "Is my new Game Cube, and you and I are going to break it in. Sit... Or curl up..." She trailed off, looking slightly perplexed for a moment before continuing, "Just make yourself comfortable."

So help him if he broke anything.

The wonambi boy managed a faint grin in reply to hers and, a bit less wary, slipped over to accept the controller.

Murmuring a thank you, he chuckled softly and sunk down to sit beside her, looping his tail around himself to keep from sliding. "I can sit. It just looks a bit different."

It wasn't his fault he didn't have legs. He actually preferred it this way. He never used them much when he had had them. Turning his attention back to the screen, he cocked his head to the side, then glanced down to the controller, absently pressing a few buttons. "What does it do?" A pause, and "I'm Adroi, by the way."

"Okay then... I'm Sanura," she replied, experimenting with the controller before figuring out how to use it. That was something she had found herself good at, figuring out what does what with electronics.

Easily setting up the game so that it was in melee, the saber scrolled through the characters before picking a yellow one, Pikachu. Not that Sanura knew who that character was anyways.

Either way, the Boundless leaned over to show Adroi which controls did what before waiting for him to select a character. "All else fails, simply button mash."

Morty was settled down quite comfortably in the living room, his claws tapping away at a keyboard. It was, of course, attached to his laptop, and the glow of the screen looked quite odd on his reflective pupils. Furry body was hunched over the machine, with his jaw agape just a bit, glancing over to the television every now and then. A new Sci-fi show was on, and it was terribly good, but he had been working on a program to organize his files for him for ages and the Fa'e was very determined to finish it. He barely even noticed it when people came in and out of the room, unless they moved infront of the television. Then he would have to do a sort of dance with his neck, bobbing and weaving to see the screen untill they passed.

The saber was on her second cup of coffe, having been up all night playing Fable while she illegally downloading movies on her computer. Though one all nighter wasn't too bad for the feline, several of them in a row seemed to be having quite an ill effect on her. Her hair was out of it's usual braids and simply up in a pony tail for now, albiet a very messy one.

She stumbled into the living room in a series of zombie like movements and with no regard for Morty, simply collapsed onto her rear next to him. It wasn't long before she had scooped up the remote control and was flipping through the guide, causing the program playing to collapse to the top right corner while she did flicked.

There was a kind of agonized gurgle that surfaced from his maw as she changed the channel, the look of pure horror and terror that filled his feline eyes was pitiable if not laughable. He didn't move to take the flicker for fear of rudeness, simply stared at her like she was some sort of a horrible alien creature. What type of beast would dare to do such a thing as change the channel?! He was left speechless, jaw slightly agape after expelling that noise of shock. He had to admit, though, in that wierd little part of her head she was looking quite nice today. Something with the hair, or something, something was different anyways. He wasn't expected to know. He was male.

Sanura was oblivious to his gaping, and simply took a sip of her black coffee before setting it down on the side table. She finally settled on the Food Network, where they were playing Iron Chefs. The giant slabs of tuna having distracted her momentarily, the fish had to be as big as her! What feline wouldn't be entranced?

Morty bit his lip, his tail curling around himself in misery. He couldn't change the channel on her, she was too nice to him. Besides. It'd probably be on later. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully. "Sooo.... Sanura..." The Fa'e managed to croak out, although it ended in a bit of a squeek. "Anything good on TV?"

She blinked as his voice interrupted her sleep deprived stupor, cocking her head to the side and eyeing him lazily. A paw ran over her face as if to rub the sleep from her head. It didn't seem to help too much. "I dunno, but look at that fish!" Her stomach growled in agreement.

His tongue clucked against the roof of his mouth, glancing over at the TV without moving his head. It created a rather odd feline ripple in his eyebrows, whiskers drooping. Even though that was a rather big fish, it couldn't tell him who would take over the galaxy and take over beta-planet 9.

Rolling her eyes at his expression, she flicked the channel to the Science Channel. Her head immediately cocked to the side when she saw a wooly mammoth walking across the snow covered field in its happy little family group. Apparently it was some Ice Age documentary show or something.

Morty pointed at the screen, cocking one ear. "Isn't that like, your uncle or something?" He added a devious little grin to that, his whiskers bristling as he moved to cover his mouth to stiffle some childish laughter.

Her own whiskers bristled at the commented, and she snorted. "No, that would be called a moving buffet line... Though I've never had raw meat before..." Cohesive thought wasn't on her side that day.

"Huh? You've never had red meat?" His orange eyes became wide as he stared at her, mouth agape a bit. "But it's so GOOOOOOOD!" The pierced tongue whipped out to lick at his chops, leaning forward in excitement of the thought then falling back against the soft couch as he relaxed. It was most obvious he was thinking about biting into a nice, huge, juicy steak at that moment.

"Well I have, just not right off the animal..." She replied, taking a long swig of the coffee, fur standing on end a bit as the caffine kicked in. Absently, she yawned and attempted to tuck a few unruly strands of hair behind her ear. "What do you think about dreads?"

Mortimer scratched his chin with a claw as he thought. "It works on some girls. Like, like," The Fa'e couldn't think of an appropriate television reference, all he could think of was Aadil, so he gave up. "They'd look pretty good on you, though." He added with a nod, giving her a once over before glancing back to the 1's and 0's on his screen.

Sanura nodded, brow still narrowed in thought until she caught sight of his screen, cocking her head and eyeing it curiously. The remote seemed to have gotten wedged between the couch cushions, and upon her leaning, had switched to one of the adult channels. She was in too much of a foggy daze to notice the channel change.

The Fa'es attention turned to the screen, one brow raised. Well, that was odd. Not only did Sanura seem fairly out of it, but there was.... "HOLY s**t!" Now, for all intensive purposes Mortimer could handle watching girl on girl action, or girl on guy action. Afterall, he was only male, and he enjoyed it to some extent. But on the screen infront of him, there were no breasts to be seen. Instead there were two males getting rather frisky with eachother. One paw flew out to cover Sanura's eyes, and the other scrambled to find the remote. Of course, as luck would have it, he found it and in his panic crushed it due to sheer strength.

Sanura growled as his paw roughly smacked her in the face, and she immediately made move to try and slap it out of the way. He was in her personal space bubble damnit! Her attention suddenly flew from the crunching noises of the remote's demise to the action on the TV, and she just blinked. Idly, she figured Slush and Isto would probably enjoy such a program.

She on the other hand, was by no means interested, but found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the screen.

Mortimer's paw was swatted away only because he was limp in misery. That remote had taken him three weeks to construct, a completely universal remote that controlled 50% of the electronics in the house. Within seconds he was reminded of the situation when he distinctly heard the sound of... 'release', and those pumpkin eyes flew from the broken remote in his paws to the screen. Oddly enough, he found himself just as entranced by the screen as Sanura was, but probably not for the same reasons. For some, strange, horrible reason, he couldn't bring himself to stand up and walk over to the TV and turn it off.

Somehow she was able to pull her attention away from the screen and onto Morty, and the look that was across his face caused her to tilt her head to the side. "Why are we still watching this?" She asked meekly, as if this was all his fault.

Her voice managed to snap him out of it, whether it was because what she said made him feel guilty, or because it made him question himself. "Huh? Oh, Oh!" The Fa'e stood and darted to the set and pushing the power button only after giving it one last glance.

Her eyes followed him as he moved to go turn off the television, hand running over the fur on her upper arm uneasily. Not that she hadn't been exposed to sex living in this particular house, but what was on the TV just seemed so, fake. "That... Was interesting?"

He remained standing for a good minute or so before replying, his ears folding backwards. "I've seen much, much worse." There was a tone of resentment in his voice as he turned back to sit on the couch. Quietly he mourned for his remote.

She didn't exactly know how to kill the awkward silence that they had arrived at, and absently took her glasses off to clean the nonexistant dirt from the lenses with her t-shirt. "So..." Sanura began when she had replaced the lenses back on her face, "What kind of program are you writing?"

Morty looked quite confused for a second before he realized what she was talking about. Truthfully, he was still a little wierded out by that whole gay thing. "I'm writing... Well, i'm essentially writing a maid. It'll clean up dusty files that aren't being used more efficently, and it'll check all of my sites and let me know when they've been replied to. It'll also be connected to my alarm clock and let me know if an emergency happens." He paused, then continued. "Like when somebody disses me on a board."

"Because flaming is an utter emergency," the tiger said with a slightly amused tone, relieved that the subject was changed for now. "I've just been honing my hacking skills and downloading a few games to burn since I modded both my PS2 and XBox. Been pulling too many all nighters."

"Oh?" He said with interest, ignoring the obvious insult. Girls just didn't understand what was important sometimes. They thought that like, bathing was important. Whatever. "I've never tried to mod my PS2, but i've got my old Xbox all decked out before I got the Xbox 360." A sly grin crossed his maw. "Which I hacked Ebay for."

Oh she understood plenty, but she tended to deal with flamers and trolls on her own time schedule as opposed to diving on them seconds after they post. "I just want them to release the damn Zelda game already! I've been itching to play it after seeing the first trailers for it online."

"GRAHAHA!" Morty laughed with an almost obnoxious loudness to it. "Hooo, ooooh, you know, I bet they're doing it just to irk us. Cause they know the longer they wait, the more people will reserve it! And the more they'll freak out at E3."

"I've already pre-ordered it, along with the new systems, of course." She shook her head, yawning long and wide, her saber teeth seemingly shown off at the gesture. "E3 has come and gone anyways."

He wiggled his fingers infront of Sanura in a spooookyyy manner, "ooooh, But you just wait, Sanura! Next E3 they'll be telling us how the next Link game will come out on Dix!"

"From the company who has named their next system Wii..." She laughed, absently swatting at his fingers in a feline-esque motion before letting herself slide to her back on the couch, stretching out as much as possible. Nevermind that Morty was in her way.

The lion-esque Fa'e whined in protest before he let Sanura do what she would. Oh well. It's not as if he needed that much space. That was a lie on his behalf, as Mortimer was actually quite large. "You know what i'm pumped up for? Spores."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome too," she replied, stretching her hind paws out over his lap since the lap top seemed to be safe on the coffee table for now. Man was she tired.

Something held Mortimer back from tickling her feet, and it certaintly wasn't his consience. Perhaps it was the reminder of those sabers that kept him from doing it. "You oughta hit the hay." It was almost a brotherly tone of concern that he used.

Sanura merely grunted in reply to his brotherly statement, obviously in no mood to actually pick herself up off the couch and up to her room. She could just as easily sleep there, right on the couch and Morty.

The Fa'e groaned. As much as he hated the unnatural strength he had for breaking his beautiful remote it came in handy at times. "Okay, okay, you are NOT sleeping here girly." He said scornfully as he moved himself out from under her legs. Mortimer then, with very little grace, scooped her up in his arms before she could protest and uncouthfully began to carry to her room.

She emitted a strange cross between an irritated growl and a purr of appreciation. In the end, she was just too tired to protest physically or verbally.

Morty promptly reached her room and kicked open the door (Without breaking it, thank god) and dropped her on her bed. As he turned to leave, he muttered something about her putting her own damned PJ's on then quietly closed the door behind himself.

The tiger threw back a comment that sounded distinctly as if she were threatening to tell X on his previous remote crushing, gay sex watching activities. Either way, she soon changed and went to bed.