[PRP] Learning to Play with Light [complete!]

[Komse]

Who : Jezabroux, Luka, Namini & Prajna
Where : Le Blanc, a small local bakery
When : Later afternoon, the sun is just about to set
Weather : Crisp, hinting to possibly more snow


The inside of the bakery warm, the air rich with the aroma of vanilla and bread. It was surprisingly large given how small the building looked from outside. It had a quaint air. The tables were lined up in the front and covered in a white table cloth, accented with a small glass holding a bouquet of flowers. Towards the back of the bakery, large display cases lined the shop. Each shelf was line with an array of pastries, cakes, cookies and specialty breads of every imaginable flavor. The walls were painted a faint salmon and accented with pale daisy yellow circles. Overall, it was very reminiscent of a young girl's fantasy of flower fields and unicorns. Not to mention, it had a very calming atmosphere. Hopefully enough to keep Prajna and Luka from riling each other again.

Jezabroux held the door open for his guests, shutting it before any more cold air could come in. His body was welcomed with a rush of warm air, and from behind the counter, a comely woman with a matronly appearance called out to the group of four.

"Come on in dearies, it's quite nippy out there." Letting out a bouncy laugh, the woman smiled at Jezabroux and Namini. "Everything in the first shelf is half off in celebration of the holiday lovelies."

Jezabroux chuckled. "Feel free to pick anything of your choice Miss Namini. I'm aware Luka is not supposed to consume anything heavy. Does the same apply to Prajna? If so, I can get them some ice water." The acupuncturist herded the group towards the display cases.

Luka pressed a pale hand against the glass. Always this clear thing seemed to thwart him. First he had flown into the glass door in Lab 305 and now, it was separating him from these pretty little things. The colors were beckoning to him.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

At first, Namini was frozen in place, in awe at the simple, endearing appearance of the bakery's interior but soon the heavenly scent of chocolate croissants and vanilla cupcakes melted the cold right out of her body. She approached the cases of treats in a kind of daze. She wondered if she would ever be able to cook like this. The young teen thought back to a summer or two before Prajna, at a Lab cook-off. Namini smiled as she remembered winning the first place prize, wondering if that was the moment Fate decided to tie her to Prajna. Glancing over at her charge who was looking at some of the candies and cookies with a kind of bored expression, Namini broke out into a soft smile and wondered if Prajna was like some of the more unappealing cakes: on the outside they seemed boring or simple, but once you got to the center of one, they would prove to you to have the most powerful, overwhelming taste, an unparalleled sweetness. Namini could only hope.

The teenager turned back to the shelves of sweets and spotted a cute little slice of heaven. Namini wondered how much it cost. It seemed to have been made with exquisite care and tenderness. Perhaps she should look around some more before asking... Namini turned to Jezabroux, her curls bouncing playfully around her face, "What are you getting Mr. Jezabroux?"

Prajna glanced from shelf to shelf but suddenly felt very tired. After the wave of emotions, cakes just didn't seem satisfying in any visual sense at least. And the soft orchestral music that was playing the the bakery's background did not seem as fufilling as Jezabroux's music either. Prajna sighed and then pointed to a small table, "Will wait over there."

And with that Prajna took a quiet seat next to a window, wondering when the night would be over. It didn't know how to act around Luka now that they had "made up" ....  

[Komse]

Jezabroux chuckled, his own eyes easily homing in on the strawberry napoleon on the second shelf to his right. Resting a delicate white floral patterned paper doily, it was a five-layer pastry with alternating layers of puff pastry and cream mixed with strawberry bits, topped with a marbled chocolate fondant. To top it off, resting on a fluffy pile of whip cream was a succulent strawberry of just the perfect size and color. Just from looking at it, the acupuncturist could taste the napoleon's perfect blend of flavor. "The strawberry napoleon Miss Namini. Or as the French say, mille-feuille... I am a sucker for strawberry related pastries." He couldn't help but chuckled to himself.

Looking over Namini's shoulder, he tried to guess which one she might have been looking at. "Are you perhaps considering the the fruit tart? Or... maybe even the red velvet cake?"

Luka turned when he saw Prajna slowly float away. How odd, all that energy from earlier seemed to have been sucked out the moment the Fallen Star had entered the bakery. Fiddling with his hair, Luka looked up at Jezabroux and Namini. "Will wait by Prajna. Turning from the two guardians, Luka slowly floated towards the other Frei and took a seat in the opposite chair across the table from Prajna. "Prajna is tired?" The Frei asked, setting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands. Honey colored eyes stared at the Fallen Star expectantly.

"If Prajna is hungry, should eat. What does Prajna eat?" The Satyr questioned, trying to break the pervading silence."Luka food is light. Sunlight is best, taste very warm and comforting. That light, can eat too." Luka said, pointing to one of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling of the bakery. "But not as good as outside light. Make feel slow. Taste like.... nothing." He finished. Speaking of, it was about time for him to feed wasn't it? Looking back up at the ceiling, his eyes locked in on the light bulb from earlier.

The bulb's light slowly dimmed as the Frei began to feed. The dimmer the bulb became, the brighter glowed Luka's rune as well. With each passing second, the Satyr seemed to be regaining his luster. His hair seemed shinier, and in general he just seemed to emit a glow that was not present before.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

Namini's eyes followed Jezabroux's to the adorable little napoleon and she had to admit, it did look incredibly appetizing. She had also agreed to join the man for a bite of it, so she nodded in agreement, pushing the petite lemon cupcake away from her mind, "Mille-feuille? I think I'm going to get that as well. You know, you and Luka should come over one day. I could try and teach you how to bake a few strawberry themed cakes or something." The girl was beaming. If there was something she could actually teach someone else, especially if that passion was cooking, then she'd be more than happy to!

Prajna raised a brow at its approaching company but resorted to its usual blank expression when he sat himself across from it, cupping his face in his hands. "Hungry", "eat" "light". The Fallen Star was wondering if Luka was mocking it, somehow able to sense that insatiable thirst earlier in their encounter. The lazy blues flickered over to its companion and watched as it fed, uncaring about the dimming lights overhead. How funny, it thought, that Luka should prefer to eat the things opposite of itself. Prajna, out of no reason at all, wondered how Luka would treat it if maybe it was...different. And with that the Flame reached up and untied its hair, letting the jagged crimson locks lick the sides of its pale face like wildfire. The flow of the freed locks seemed to give the Star a more feminine grace, as it mirrored Luka's pose, interlacing its fingers and gently posing its chin on them.

"Prajna eats that too. But not the outside sun's; that tastes stale and makes mouth feel hot. Prajna eats what Luka does not like, the light like above and outside on streets, and inside house and houses," the Inverted Flame began to explain, still paying the dull bulb above no attention. Luka didn't seem to be indulging itself at a fast pace, but Prajna couldn't help but wonder maybe, if that was just Luka's natural pace. Could he not absorb artificial lighting faster than that? Maybe it was like Prajna's inability to take in natural light quickly. Prajna, though not particularly hungry but immersed with the idea of bettering someone, glanced around and found a small string of Christmas lights by the windowsill.

It pulled the glowing string of lights close and then wrapped a few bulbs around its right hand. Very soon, the lights stopped shining and Prajna dropped the segment back onto the floor, the bulbs now being nothing more than white-painted tubes of glass. The untouched bulbs still glowed, unaffected, but Prajna's hand possessed the glow of the others, if for a moment, before the glow went disappearing into its veins. Prajna sensed a tingling on its tongue, something similar to eating pop rocks. Christmas lights were always the most entertaining to "eat" as they were such small bursts of artificial illumination that they were like puffins of sweet surprise.

"Prajna eats...fast."  

[Komse]

Jezabroux chuckled. "I am delighted at the thought, however I am actually quite a terrible baker. However, I do know how to make quite a few exquisite pasta dishes." There was a time once when he had tried to bake a cake for his parents anniversary, alas, the event had ended with everyone having food poisoning. Needless to say, since then the acupuncturist had stayed clear of being put into situations where baking confectionery was involved. Looking up at the matron behind the counter, Jezabroux smiled. "Two mille-feuilles please."

"For here or to go love?" Came the reply.

"Here. Miss Namini, why don't you go sit with Prajna and Luka while I pay for this?" Turning his attention back to the cashier, he pulled out a wallet.

Luka cocked his head to the side as he watched Prajna lowered his hair. It was attractive, the lush fiery locks framing its face perfectly. It was messy but not quite as messy as his own downy white ones. The Fallen Star's appearance befuddled the Satyr slightly. Luka had assumed Prajna was a boy or male, such as Jezabroux and hiimself. But now, it had a softer face... more like Namini. "What is Prajna?" He asked softly. "Luka think Prajna like Elai but... hair down seem more like Na-meeni."

"Prajna is opposite to Luka?" It was a strange thought. Inside the music store, he had sensed a kind of kinship but now, hearing the Fallen Star speak he wasn't so sure anymore. It didn't seem as though Prajna was just saying that for kicks either. He watched as Prajna's fingers curled around the string of lights by the windowsill. Yet, when Prajna pulled his hand away the Satyr stared at the string of lights in awe. Gone. This was completely different from what he did.

Reaching out to one of the bulbs, the pulled his hand back at the cool sensation. How curious. "Luka cannot do that. Luka... can make and move light." Finger on one of the lighted bulbs, he slowly pulled his hand away and the light from the Christmas light followed. "How does spell Prajna? Luka is... L-U-K-A." In the air, the Frei traced out the letters in his name. The light was almost acting like ink on a piece of paper. Then, he waved his hand and scattered the letters. At that moment, the light returned into the bulb Luka had borrowed from.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

As Namini nodded in understanding, she walked away trying to recall if she had made any pasta dishes in a while. A few weeks ago, there was a shrimp alfredo but that was about it. Perhaps, after he brought out the layered desserts, she could propose a cooking date. A date to produce something complicated or perhaps a series of dishes, so then Luka and Prajna could assist. Maybe Jezabroux and David would get along as well; Jezabroux seemed like a man David would find more acceptable. He was more mature, gentlemanly and kind than most teenage boys or college students. Namini gave a hopeful smile at the thoughts but stopped a few feet away from the table as she watched Luka perform a little light show for Prajna. Luka was spelling out its name magically and Namini felt her cheeks grow warm at the beautiful trick. She wondered if Prajna could do something like that...

Maybe, she thought, it would be better to give them some more alone time? And with that, the young brunette attempted to hide her face and move to another table, still close by but far away enough to give the young Freis a change to reconcile. She waited for Jezabroux and hoped he wouldn't mind the small alteration in location.

Prajna cocked its head playfully at Luka's question. The hair trick had worked, just like it usually did, and so Prajna continued to play along as if it heard nothing of Luka's inquisition. It focused on the light display instead and found itself...impressed. Prajna had never attempted to play with the glow of a lamp or flashlight like Luka was showing. All it thought about was eating. Prajna wondered what it could do, what it could show its new companion. Its pride was slowly coming to a simmer as it skimmed its thoughts for some kind of similar trickery or talent.

"Spell like pra-jah-na. Like that, P.R.A.J.N.A" the Fallen Star pronounced, spelling its name like rapid fire as its eyes darted to and fro across the tablecloth, trying to think of something. ...Oh. The Flame took its hands off the table and placed them into its "lap", concentrating on its fingertips as Luka continued to manipulate the glow of the Christmas lights. It needed a moment. "Can show Prajna more? Wants more."

The Inverted Flame broke out into an incredibly feminine, soft smile, its features given an extra glow from the low lights of the bakery. It just needed a moment and then it could show Luka how amazing it was..  

[Komse]

Jezabroux picked up a dish in each hand, a mouth watering strawberry napoleon on each plate. Turning around, his eyebrow arched neatly in amazement when he saw Luka tracing out his name in light. That was new. He had taught the Frei the alphabet as soon as possible, but like everyone else in the room it was his first time actually seeing Luka using one of his abilities. It was a nice feeling in his chest, to see the Fallen Star and Satyr play nicely. And sensing that, Namini had apparently picked a table away from the two to give them privacy. He made his way towards Namini and set down the treats. "Your mille-feuille, Miss Namini." He took a seat and passed her a fork. "It seems though as if Prajna and Luka are being nicer to one another now."

"P-r-a-j-n-a." Luka repeated, letting the consonants roll across his tongue. Reaching for the string of light again, this time Luka pulled two balls of light and melded them together. "For Prajna." He said as he slowly traced out the the Inverted Flame's name in the air. The light glowed luminously, adding a kind of fire to the Satyr's eyes. He worked meticulously, embellishing the letters with little swirls and decorative dots. From where Namini and Jezabroux were sitting, it could have almost passed for a neon sign.

The Satyr had an inkling of what Prajna was doing. It was trying to 'dazzle' him.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

"Yes, they seem to be getting along really well now. I'm just praying that it lasts," Namini confessed as Jezabroux handed her a fork. She thanked him and then examined her strawberry napoleon. What should she eat first? Avoiding the glistening berry on top, she gently slid her fork into a side of the cake and tried it out. Immediately her doll like eyes widened in a childish delight as she sighed, "Wow. That's...REALLY good!"

Prajna felt its eyelids droop for a split second but recomposed itself. It was ready. The Inverted Flame waited for its lighter decorated counterpart to finish its impressive lights display before placing its hands back on the table, still smiling in earnest.

"Now Prajna show Luka some magic too" the redhead said softly as it flickered its eyes from Luka's golden orbs to its now glowing blue fingertips. Its fingers seemed to be lapped by ghost like flames, tinted just barely with a light blue matching the Star's eyes. Prajna kept quiet, wondering how Luka would respond.  

[Komse]

Jezabroux smiled. "I'm glad you find it to your liking Miss Namini." Taking his own fork, he took a piece from the corner and ate it. It was like an explosion of strawberries and creme in his mouth, a taste that never got old. "And yes, I hope that Prajna and Luka remain on good terms. I believe that they'll be fine though." Looking over his shoulder, he took a quick glance at the Raevans before returning to his dessert. "Miss Namini, does Prajna ever experiment with powers in your presence?" He wasn't sure why was asking her this. Perhaps, it was because he had expected for the Satyr to show him something like this in advance. It was almost like the feeling a parent felt when they realized that they were the last one to find out that their child was partying and having sex. Not that experimenting with ones powers was bad... it was just unexpected.

The lights in the air scattered, shooting through the air like fireflies back into the bulbs as Luka's attention turned to the ghostly flames licking Prajna's fingers. It was beautiful, so pale, so dreamlike. Like a moth attracted to a light, the Forsaken Light reached for the aquamarine blaze.

Luka let out a gasp of amazement as a cooling sensation shot up from the tips of his fingers where he was touching the flare. Strange. A weird feeling was washing over him. All the energy was leaving his body...

The Frei's eyelids fluttered before drooping shut. His hand dropping away from Prajna's hand, the Frei fell forward against the table.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

Namini took another bite and turned her eyes upwards, trying to remember when she had seen any of Prajna's powers, aside from when it fed. "Supposedly, Prajna causes a lot of trouble when in my brother's care. I used to just scold David for being irresponsible, but he's very caring and since I've been going out lately with Prajna, because of my newly freed schedule...I can definitely see how it's a handful," she explained. "David said one time Prajna got into a fight in the mens' bathroom at the mall and, despite having just scratches and bite marks, David said that Prajna did this weird thing with its hands. I'm not sure what it was though. That's the closest time Prajna has been to displaying its powers. Around me, it shows its more emotional side..."

Namini shivered as she remembered the time of the virus.

Prajna...on the other hand, shivered as a wave of electrifying heat coursed up the veins of its fingers. Luka's energy, his body heat was so much...more. It was intense, fiery like Varun's but ...perfect. Prajna felt like it was kissing Vyn's perfectly tinted lips and in the warm strong arms of Varun. It was an amazing sensation, so unlike anyone else Prajna had interacted with. Prajna was unaware of its hands now overlapping Luka's, the blue flames growing in color and height, spreading across the Star's entire hands now like wildfire. Then it happened.

-thud.-

Prajna opened its closed eyes. When had it closed its eyes? Then the Inverted Flame looked down. Crap. Prajna immediately ripped its hands away from the now unconscious Satyr and fluttered its wings nervously. What happened?! Prajna suddenly felt very awake, very animated but it wasn't sure if it was because of Luka's insane magic or...out of fear. Prajna shot the guardians a nervous glance before leaning close to the table and, making sure its hands were nowhere close, nudged Luka's head with its own. Again. Prajna gave Luka's crown a light headbutt which it regretted and, as it rubbed its left temple, it began to think. What to do. What to do.

"Wake up, damn Luka!" Prajna hissed quietly. This had never happened, not even with the strong Varun. Was Luka that weak AND tasty?!  

[Komse]

Thud.

That single noise had made the man turn around and when he had, he wished he hadn't. Luka was slumped over the table, his rune emitting a sickly glow. What on earth had just happened? The two were playing fine just moments ago. "Luka?" The acupuncturist called out. When he received no reply, he set down his fork and approached the two. His eyes fell on Prajna and the man knew from its panicked expression that the Raevan had not done this on purpose. "Luka?" Jezabroux said, rubbing the Frei's back. "Wake up, Luka. You can't sleep here." He looked at Prajna. "Can you tell me what happened Prajna?" There was no anger in his voice, rather there was a sense of desperation and pleading. Grabbing his charge by the shoulders, Jezabroux gave the Satyr a rough shake. Luka's head rolled, but he showed no signs of response.

He was falling, falling into a cold darkness with no light. He could hear someone calling him but they were so far away.

And he was hungry... So hungry. He felt dry, like every part of him was crying out for water. No, not water. Something else. Something earthy and warm, something familiar to home. He could smell the faint woody smell of familiar woods, that mulch smell that came from loamy earth. He could smell home. It was a home different from Elai's apartment. It was wilder, freer.

"Luka?" The acupuncturist called, his fingers moving to open the unconscious Frei's eyes. He was only seeing white. "Miss Namini!" He motioned for the teenager to come closer. "Could you get me a glass of cold water?" Grabbing string of lights he had seen Prajna and Luka play around with, he wrapped it around Luka's hand. That was odd. The boy's hands were freezing, just like the few bulbs on the Christmas light that would not light.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

Prajna slid its hands carefully under the table, wishing there was some prop to toy with, like a sliver of cake to prod at or a pretty lady to distract its eyes with. Sadly, there was just an unconscious Frei in the arms of its distressed guardian to preoccupy the Star's line of sight with. Namini felt her body overwhelmed with a sudden maternal instinct to assist, rushed to the counter and requested a cup of water as Prajna continued to sit silently, confusion all over its androgynous features. The Fallen Star wished it could just pull at its bangs and hide forever behind its crimson locks. Unfortunately, they weren't as long as Luka's cream colored tresses so there was no hope in that.

"...what happened Prajna?" came the older gentleman's distress. Prajna felt its face redden as its lip slowly began to stitch themselves closed. This wasn't Prajna's fault. Luka was showing off. Prajna didn't tell him to touch its hands. Its hands were on FIRE. Who touches that? Only idiots.

"Luka..touched. Only idiots touch...He should not done so. Prajna did not say so, but he did" Prajna murmured as it watched the acupuncturist reach for the string of lights beside their table. The Star was going to tell him that those were the wrong lights to be using, but it didn't want to involve itself more. It just wished that Luka would wake up and prove to everyone that this wasn't Prajna's fault. Luka shouldn't have touched.

Namini handed the cup of water to Jezabroux, worry written all over her delicate features. Prajna felt its heart sink even more. How was Namini going to respond to this? She wouldn't be as casual as Jezabroux. And Santa! How could the Star forget... everything was over. All because Luka HAD to touch Prajna's hands... Prajna felt its cheeks grow hotter. This was all Luka's fault. He shouldn't have been doing all those tricks and taking everyone's attention. Prajna scanned the room, and just as Namini was about to address it, it floated over to the guardians' previously occupied table and pulled their strings of lights back over to the awaiting trio. It glared at Luka before taking the strings and wrapping them all over the Satyr's face. A small hateful part of the Star wished the stupid blonde would swallow a bulb or two. Another part of the Flame just wanted the Frei wait the eff up.

"Drama queeny" Prajna hissed into Luka's ear before floating away from its "masterpiece."  

[Komse]

Jezabroux let out a heavy sigh when Prajna wrapped another string of lights around Luka's head and dropped a malicious comment. Pulling them down so that they were around his ward's neck, he took the cup of water from Namini and dumped the ice cold water on Luka's face. A relieved smile forming on his lips when the Frei coughed and slowly opened his eyes. It was strange being greeted by tawny irises instead of the usual liquid gold. "Luka, I need you to eat." He said as he raised Luka's hand and the Christmas lights bundled around it. "Don't fall back asleep." The man ordered, slightly disturbed by how cold Luka's hands were. They had to be colder than the water he had just thrown in the Satyr's face.

Luka struggled to focus his eyes. He was seeing a blurred mess of black and white, no doubt his guardian. But there were bright white dots moving across his vision. The longer he stared, the more his eyes focused. Except, staring at the white glows put a dry feeling in his mouth. It wasn't warm; it wasn't comforting.

Supporting the Satyr, Jezabroux slowly pulled back Luka's head so that the Frei's eyes were directed at the bright fluorescent lights above. He could see the boy's eyes dilate from the light and the color seemed to be returning to its original tone again. With each passing second, he could see a little more of the wilderness that normally flashed in the boy's eyes.

Moments passed before Luka finally pushed Jezabroux away. It was grouchy. A headache was forming, his head felt like it was going to be split in half right down the middle. "Elai. Want home now. Head pain." Floating up, Luka looked at Prajna. He was unsure how to talk to it. It wasn't Prajna's fault that he had decided to touch the ghastly blue light. "Apologize for touch Prajna, Luka did not ask advance." He turned to Namini, a hand massaging his temple. "Tell Santa Claws that Prajna is not bad. It Luka fault." His eyes flittered back to his guardian. "CAR NOW ELAI."

Pain. He had it. And, he was wet.  

[Kaurii LeFay]

Namini wasn't sure how to respond to the situation. Who should she scold or talk to? What was going on...? Namini lifted a hand and was just able to reach for Prajna's shoulder when Luka seemed to awaken, slowly but surely. She let out a sigh of relief before stepping a little closer to the circle to try and get a better understanding of the situation. Suddenly Luka was up, Luka was moving and..apologizing.

"Tell Santa Claws that Prajna is not bad. It Luka fault."

Namini's brow knitted together and, mentally, she couldn't help but laugh. Was Santa and toys all kids worried about in this kind of situation? Luka could have been... Namini shook that thought out of her head before nodded in understanding. Prajna's face expressed no sense of anger or hate now that it saw Luka breathing again. Instead, on the genderless features, all Prajna possessed was a look of pain. Its brow as furrowed tightly together and it seemed to be clenching its jaws tightly, as if preparing for a strike...but none came. Luka was apologizing. Prajna, suddenly felt the urge to do the same, but couldn't. Its pink lips stitched themselves even more close. Luka was okay. That's all that mattered. And yet, a small part of Prajna's chest still hung heavy with guilt. The words it was thinking about, heard a million times over on television were jammed like traffic behind the Frei's teeth and lips. How would it... apologize?

Suddenly, the Fiery Frei chased after the Satyr and stopped it.

"Next time Prajna will.." it was choking. How to say it! Suddenly, its pale complexion turned so red, one might think it was preparing to explode before Prajna pulled Luka close...and headbutted him. Fiercely. Prajna felt its own head burst on the impact and immediately, it raised its hand to its forehead. Namini's jaw dropped as she yelled after her charge, "Prajna! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" But the Star opened its clear blue eyes to look into Luka's amber ones and ignored her. It simply called out to the other Frei, "Hate Prajna! Hate and be mad so next time Luka will be stronger than Prajna. Get more strength! Be tough next time! Don't die again when we play with lights! You comprende me, Luka?!"

Namini put a hand to her head before reaching out and grabbing Prajna's collar. Never again would she underestimate this child. She turned to Jezabroux, "I'm so so sorry. Prajna...I told you. It communicates in an..extreme manner. I'm so sorry to you and Luka."  

[Komse]

Floating towards the door, Luka hissed when Prajna grabbed his arm and stopped him.He was in a terrible mood and the Fallen Star keeping him from going home was not improving it. Turning around to yell at the Prajna, the words died in his throat when the redhead smashed his head against Luka's forehead. "Gottverdammt! Luka shouted, using a German swear world he'd heard Jezabroux's father use. Hand on his forehead, his eyes flashed dangerously. "LUKA WILL HURT PRAJNA IF PRAJNA DOES AGAIN." He yelled, his patience shot. He paused when Prajna talked about lights. "Hmph. Next time Luka will not touch blue fire of Prajna." Never again would he touch that infernal blaze.

Jezabroux couln't help but smile at the whole thing. In the end, everything had worked out for the better. Looking down at Namini, the acupuncturist waved his hand. "It's quite alright Miss Namini. I believe this time it was for the better however. And, I would also like to apologize for Luka's behavior just now." Yes. He'd have to give Luka a lesson on swearing in public, even if it was in German. "Ah, Miss Namini, your address and number are on the Lab 305 guardian contact list correct? That is, I would like for Luka and Prajna to meet again the future. They might have come off on a rough start but with a little push it can flower into a strong friendship."

Luka floated towards his guardian and pulled on Jezabroux's sleeve. "Enough talk. Get car Elai. Head pain is worse from shouts." He turned to Namini. "Call soon Namini. Or else busy busy Elai will forget meet." He said with a scowl.