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"To the park, again?" Vincent asked his younger brother with a slight frown. It wasn't that he minded going to the park, it was the cold. "Why can't we go for hot chocolate or something? Go to an indoor swimming pool? Anything that isn't outside?" The teenager was in several layers of clothes, but it didn't seem to stop the chill from coming in. He knew his younger brother was as uncomfortable in thick layers as he was; so why did Kaleb insist on visiting the park?

"Might see Jake," Kaleb responded to Vincent's unspoken question. The toddler had become attached to Lirona, and even more attached to her tentacle, which he had named Jake. He was wearing a bright blue puffy coat, which really was little to effect since his wings stuck out of it. He looked at his mittens uncomfortably. "'Cent, you said I get use to this," he accused. "I no use to it. I no like it. I no can move." He showed his older brother his hands for proof.

The toddler fell silent. He had spotted Luska, and a frown crossed his face. "'Cent, hide me!" Vinny didn't have to move, because Kaleb moved behind him. "I no here, kay? No tell. You always tell."

"I won't tell."

Vincent stared at Luska for a long moment, not knowing what to say. He went a nice shade of red, and shook his head. "You're very pretty too," he complimented her with a smile. Hey, if she said he was pretty, who was he to tell her she was wrong? "Much prettier than I am," he added quickly. He was humility, after all, despite having some confidence; he still saw most people as above him.

Kaleb poked his head out from behind his brother's legs. Someone was calling his brother pretty? No fair! He was the pretty one, even if he was stuck wearing horribly uncomfortable clothes. "I pretty too!" he cried, moving out from his hiding place. Normally he was shy, but he wouldn't stand to be ignored. Couldn't Luska see that he was ten times as pretty as his brother?

Vincent looked down at his brother, who was slowly making his way towards Luska. He chuckled, shook his head, and put a clawed hand on the toddler's shoulder. "Yes yes, you're pretty too." He paused, looking at Luska again. "My name's Vincent, but you can call me Vinny. This is my baby brother, Kaleb."

"I not a baby," Kaleb argued, crossing his arms.

Vincent gave Luska another smile. "It's nice to meet you, Luska. May I call you Lulu as well?" Calling people by their full names just seemed too formal to the teenage boy; it wasn't something he thought friends would do--and Vincent liked to be everyone's friend. Luckily for him, his humble nature made that easy for him. "Would you like to be friends, Lulu? We can play a game, there's three of us, so we have enough to play tag."

Kaleb provided Luska with a sunny smile. "You pretty too," he told her with the wisest nod a toddler could give. Being lust, he couldn't resist showing off a bit. He turned around so she could see his wings, so he was no longer facing her, and flapped them. "They pretty, but I no can fly," he said rather wistfully. "Wish I fly."

Vincent ruffled his brother's hair affectionately. "You might fly someday, you know," he said. "But enough comparing ourselves. Let's play!"

Vincent blushed as she called him pretty a second time. He really didn't think he was much to look at; the one trait he did like about himself were his headwings. He had struggled to learn to float like his angelic parent. "I love making new friends as well," he said, giving her a smile. "It's always nice to meet new people."

"Someday..." Kaleb echoed, looking to Luska. "Maybe someday, Lulu get wings too! We fly 'gether? Maybe when Lulu big, and I still little, maybe Lulu teach me fly!"

Vincent ruffled Kaleb's hair, but didn't want to crush Luska's hopes if she believed the toddler. He decided not to point out that everyone he knew who had wings had been born with them. "You want to be it, Lulu? I can be it if you don't want to be. Kaleb's kinda little, and I think he'd get distracted and we'd be running away from ourselves."

Vincent sighed, he really hadn't wanted Luska to think she could get wings too; it would lead to hurt in the future. Why couldn't she see that she was pretty enough the way she was? "Um. Maybe you could ask Santa Claus for them, or something. Or maybe make a wish on a star--I hear there's someone at the facility that grants wishes. I've never really seen him before." He decided to let her count, smiling because he knew it'd give him a good headstart; though he had no doubt that she would be able to catch him. He ran towards the play-park.

Kaleb smiled brightly at Luska before nodding and running behind a tree. He had never played tag before, he didn't really quite understand the purpose of it--nor the point of the game. What was he supposed to do again?

Vincent smiled as he realized Luska was chasing him. Good. He whirled around to face her. "Come on, run faster! You can do it! I'm not that fast," he encouraged, before darting off. It wasn't everyday that the person you were chasing encouraged you to catch them. He spotted Kaleb's wings sticking out from behind a tree and smiled. He had no time to chuckle; he was too busy trying to get caught. After all, it was much more fun chasing than it was being chased. He slowed up.

Kaleb poked his head out from behind his tree, wondering silently what was taking Luska so long to find him. He, like most toddlers his age, had an inability to sit still. Unfortunately for him (and probably his parents) he wasn't a child of patience. His brown eyes surveyed the scene, and a smile crossed his face. She was chasing Vincent! That looked like fun. He hoped he was it next, so he could chase people too.