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The room wasn't terribly big, nothing in the second floor apartment complex could really be considered 'big' by anyones standards. The rooms small size was encrouched upon even more by the mountain of cardboard boxes that lined the far wall. They were boxes that had once been white but now bore a somewhat graffitied apearance due to the rewritten labels that covered nearly every inch of visible space. "Don't mind them, I'm still kinda in the midst of unpacking. Your official bed will be here in a couple of days but until then I've put a matress in here. There's a small television in the living room but its a bit fuzzy. In all don't worry too much about anything I picked up my last paycheck so this is only a temporary thing."

English gave a nod and slowly eyed his new living space. It wasn't paradise or anything but it felt safe enough. Perhaps once his bed got here and his 'father' had tidied up a little things would get better. It sure beat whatever vauge concept he had of living on the street. His 'temporary' bed wasn't too shabby either in the grand scheme of things. It was a simple twin matress, not namebrand but the boy found it comfortable enough when sat on. He looked towards the door and saw Lufa watching him get adjusted to his new environment. "So dad, is there anything else? I mean what about friends, or dinner, and where are my clothes?"

A look of mild confusion passed over Lufa's face. He hadn't expected English to ask so many questions so quickly. It would have been more of a happy surprise if he'd been able to answer everything. "Uh, well lets see. I ordered pizza, didn't know what you liked so I got four larges and varied it up, and that should be here in about twenty minutes. As to friends you'll just have to make some new ones but that shouldn't be too hard." It was the most 'dad' answer he could give, truth was he didn't trust a lot of the little hoodlums that lived in the area. "As to clothing, Daddy needs to cash his check before you can get anything else. So you'll have wear what you've got on until this weekend, we'll go shoping for a new wardrobe. We won't be leaving the house until then so it won't matter all that much."

A vague light source that pierced the otherwise dark room and the smell of bacon was what woke English. The room was slightly cool as if the thermostat had dropped a few degrees during the night. He put his hand to his face wiping the sleep from his eyes, sticky. The last thing he'd remembered was curling up on the couch using his 'fathers' thigh as a pillow a few hours after dinner, how'd he end up here? What was more was that he was wearing pajamas rather than the semi-formal outfit he'd fallen asleep in. It begged one simple yet important question: Why hadn't he woken up? Even back at the mansion he wasn't what most considered to be a heavy sleeper, surely being undressed and redressed would have done something to wake him.

He pushed the thoughts from his head as there was the metalic sound of kitchenware. English could feel his stomach was empty despite his attempts to finish off the cheese pizza the night before. He'd done a commendable job for his age considering that most couldn't hope to consume half a large
He rolled to the side being mindful that he only had a small footpath before coming into contact with boxes. It was a good thing that there wasn't a need to hurry oneself along before he'd gotten used to the spacial issues his father's house suffered from. He could imagine falling painfully onto the mass of angles and edges, it wouldn't be pleasant. However there were a few lingering questions that got added to the list he wanted to ask his guardian.

Wrapping himself in one of his blankets he sleepily stumbled out into the living room and then the small bathroom. From his vantage he could see part of Lufa's back as he cooked and did what seemed like dancing. English let out a yawn, wiped, flushed and washed his hands noting that the water from the faucet was freezing. Perhaps that had something to do with the overabundance of Purelle. Whatever the case he was ready for breakfast. "Morning!" called English into the kitchen from the living room. There was no reply as he closed the gap. "Hello?" he gave a tug at lufa's apron.

Lufa gave a slight jump as he turned around feeling English seemingly from out of nowhere. His right hand was a blur and it had drawn a sizable kitchen knife from it's block. Instinct. It nearly sang as it passed through the air stopping abruptly about a fist from the young boy's throat. English jumped back as well startled and slightly scared at the reaction. Had his father just drawn a knife on him? "Jesus! You can't sneak up on me like that!" Lufa shouted with fury in his voice. He removed his hand from the knife allowing it to drop to the floor. The damage it seemed had already been done and English continued to back away slowly his lip quivering slightly as his eyes began to sparkle with the onset of tears.

There was no second thought to the actions that followed. Lufa's left hand removed the earphones allowing them to clatter to the floor as he knelt down in a slump, dropping an egg coated spatula. His arms came out in front of him hands open and a clear appology was smeared across his face. He became aware that if it'd taken him a split second longer to recall English's face there'd have been a horrible mess to clean. 'Sorry' he mouthed as he gestured for English to come. It was the same gesture one would use to coax a wild animal. It made English stop for a second and question his fathers intent.

A pathetic sort of whine came from across the room. Tears dribbled from dark eyes and flowed across even darker skin. He sucked a wheezed breath sounding like some half powered vaccume. "Come here. Come on I'm not going to hurt you, you startled me is all." He beckoned again and English came wanting to be held more than he really trusted the man who'd adopted him. Lufa wrapped his arms around Jared, supporting his weight and lifting him up. It wasn't hard to do, the boy nuzzled into the crook of his neck continuing to make the pathetic whine as he cried. The eggs were done so with his left hand he nudged the pan off the burner and shut off the gas. "Shh... Shhhh... calm down, it's all right. Everythings all right now."

It was day two and he'd already nearly killed his ward. He held English for nearly a half hour before the tears stopped. Suffice it to say breakfast was ruined.