The sun was still high and the animals were slowly starting to come back out of their hiding spots. Their fears were pushed aside in order to gather food and supplies for the day. The bears, however, did not return to the river. They moved down stream and some moved upstream in order to stay away from the newcomers. Strong, dangerous newcomers. The two still sat under the tree. They didn't want to move until their wounds were completely healed. Their nerves were severed in several places from demon attacks, pin needle demon attacks. Their arms were unfeeling and it was difficult to orientate themselves when they couldn't feel anything around them. They sat there, breathing in slowly and trying to move their limbs. Their arms were just gaining feeling. The familiar sensation of pins and needles running through their arms was welcome.

Skellig hissed at the sensation but started to flex his fingers, open. close. open. He smiled slightly when he noticed that he could feel the grass under his hand tickling his palm. It felt pretty good and it felt like it was trembling in his presence. He didn't really like the fact that even nature seemed to fear him. He actually liked nature because it added some form of beauty to an otherwise dull world. The dirt was only brown, but add a few flowers and it's many colors. Add some grass and you got a garden of sorts. He sighed and swiped his hand over his forehead, unsure if the wound there was already recovering. He felt nothing, so he assumed that there was no wound. He could smell the blood on himself, so he looked at his twin before he crawled over to the river, splashing his face with water to rid himself of the red liquid on his face. He finished up and looked at his hands, seeing the blood poor off with the water. He nodded and looked around him. There wasn't anything around him, but there seemed to be something watching him. He shook the feeling and made his wings appear again.

They were the normal black and he stretched his wings out, wanting them to get some kind of feeling back into them. He smiled and flapped his wings a few times before he looked at his brother.

"YOu gunna stay there this whole time?"

"No."

Ireoe yawned and stretched himself out, wanting to get feeling back in his arms and legs. He smiled to himself and made his wings appear before he stretched them out too. He stood up and walked over to the river where he proceeded to clean the wound that was still on his calf. It was closed, but the numb feeling that came with wounds was still there and that bugged Ireoe to no end. He shivered at the cold sensation of the water washing away his blood. He didn't really like the coolness, but he'd deal with it. He finished up and looked at Skellig.

"We should get out of here. I don't know what's going on, but it feel uneasy."

The water swished by the wound and took the blood staining the skin away with it. The water was dyed a light pink for a second before the color would spread too thin to even be pink anymore. The water clear as it is normally. The chill of the river was numbing the pain from the stabbing wound on his leg. It was refreshing and it felt better than dealing with the pain how he had earlier when they escaped the depths of hell. literally. The water was soaking into his pants and Ireoe hissed slightly, hating when his clothes would stick to him. He removed his leg from the water, making it disappear almost instantly. He watched the steam rise and disappear before he turned over, trying to make himself more comfortable. His leg was slightly numb from the water and he didn't wanna try standing on it. He laid back on the grass, crushing it down when he laid on it. It was soft on his back and he smile slightly. This was why he liked Earth. Everything was so alive. BUt, they weren't welcome here. Demons were always bad luck to the humans. He sighed and closed his icy eyes, wanting to just lay there. He opened his hands slowly, the feeling in his arms coming back to him. The nerves were stinging slightly, then again, they had been severed during their fight.

He turned his head up a little, hoping to catch the slightly breeze that was blowing softly over him. He smiled at the coolness, his snapped his eyes open when he caught the scent of something un-nature like. He immediately flipped himself onto his stomach and sat up so he was sitting on his haunches. He sniffed the air again. They were upwind of the thing and that, at least, made Ireoe feel a little better about the situation. He knew something was wrong with the place they landed. The animals were all too curious and now it caused them trouble. He let out a low growl and quickly stood and ran over to his brother, who was still lounging under the large pine tree they had settled behind earlier. He stepped over towards his brother and looked down at the mirror image, who was sleeping under the shade of the tree.

Ireoe sighed at the sight. His brother was probably so tired after heavy hitting all those lesser demons when they attacked him. He shook his head and knelt by his brother, sniffing the air one last time to make sure they thing was still there. He confirmed that whatever it was, was still there and seemed to be getting closer. His eyes widened in alarm. One demon on Earth was one thing, but two twin demons was a whole other ball park and a troublesome one at that. He looked down at his brother and took his twin's shoulder in his ivory hand, his nails slightly digging into his brother's sweater. He shook him, gently at first, then more frantically and harder. He needed his brother to wake up and to wake up quickly. Now. preferably.

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The shaking was a little calming, making the sleepiness stay around and fog his mind. When the shaking got rougher, the twin groaned, swatting at whatever was shaking him. Then he felt nails dig into his shoulder and his eyes snapped open. He yelped and shoved whatever was digging their nails into his shoulder away. He immediately regretted it when he saw that the thing he shoved away had been his brother and said person was now flat on their back at least a foot away from him. He gasped and crawled quickly to his brother.

"Ireoe! I'm sorry bro, but you were hurting my shoulder! Im so sorry!"

Ireoe massaged his shoulder and looked at his twin, who seemed to be sorry for what he did and it showed on his face. He chuckled a little and smiled.

"That's fine. I'm okay at least. But anyways, I woke you up because something's here. It's getting closer to us and I can't fight it alone. I'm not strong enough."

Skellig was relieved that his brother had forgiven him, but when he heard that something was coming towards them, he immediately snapped his head up and started to sniff the air. He stood up and walked a few paces before he sniffed again, wanting to confirm that his brother was correct. He caught the slightly whiff of something that didn't belong and Skellig cursed to himself. He grabbed his brother's arm and pulled his twin off the floor, keeping his brother close to his side. He didn't want his twin getting hurt. Sure, he could probably handle himself, but his speed was the only thing keeping him from getting stabbed in the demon realm. Those lesser demons missed taking his leg off only because his reflexes were kick ass.

He waited there, looking around and emitting a little bit of a menacing aura. His wings swishes out and he let out a low hissing noise. He glared back at his wings, unsure as to why they decided to come out on their own accord. He forced them away in a cloud of steam and then faced the way he could catch teh scent more. He stared, he got down into a fighting stance. His legs bent, ready to run if need be. His hands were already fists and ready to attack.

Let's see what you are...

Fray's apartment was simple, mostly because he didn't want to bother decorating if he was going to move to another place in a few years. Sooner or later, all of his clients would die from unforeseen circumstances, and when that happened, he would be sent away to somewhere else. That was partly the reason why he hadn't bothered to make any friends, he was going to have to leave them at a moment's notice some day.

As he entered, he turned off his mp3 pla.yer and lowered his headphones off his ears and around his neck. There was little chance of him hearing anyone's death song; it was early in the evening and his neighbors still had many years on them. Fray kicked off his shoes and headed to the kitchen. He opened his fridge and grabbed a pre-made ham-and-cheese sandwich off of one of the racks before moving over to his lumpy couch and flopping on it. He bit into it, eating the sandwich more our of boredom than hunger. Out of all the things he could be doing at the moment, nothing interested him at the moment. Strange, he thought dimly, had he been in his homeland, he would have been able to name a hundred different things he would rather be doing on Earth.

Maybe he should go flying, but then again, Fray had already decided that he wouldn't fly while the sun was still out. But then again, a small flight wouldn't harm anyone. Hopefully. He finished his sandwich, stood up, and brushed all of the crumbs off him. He shoved his shoes back on and left his apartment. He sauntered to the steps and instead of going down like he normally did, he went up. At the top of the steps, he headed outside and onto the roof thing. He never really understood why the roof wasn't slanted like most other roofs, but he wasn't going to complain.

The roof was vacant other than for a few pidgins cooing about. That was good. Fray made his wings appear and took a second to feel the wind blow against his wings. It was an amazing feeling, like he was free f all earthly bonds. Fray opened his eyes and stretched out his wings. Alright, he could do this. He would fly high so he would look like a large bird or buzzard from the ground, and he would quickly head to the forest where he would not be seen.

Fray didn't bother taking a running start, he just flapped a few times and became air born. As he rapidly gained altitude, he glanced down at the city below. He could see little cars cars moving on black paths and even more tiny people meandering about. His lips twitched up into a smile. From up high, the world was amazing, with little imperfections. It was spectacular, really. All he could hear was the wind blowing past him; he was too far from any living being to hear their music. This was the real beauty, the silence. Noise was too distracting, to harmful, but up here, the world was pristine.

And then, as the city below became an endless green, the peace shattered. Instruments, violins, trumpets, flutes, saxophones, violas, piano, guitar, and many, many more slammed against him, breaking his concentration. It was loud, pounding, chaotic. There was little rhythm to it, yet it was pleasing to the ears at the same time, or at least it would be had it not been on the verge of bursting his eardrums.

As his wings went limp and he started to drop, Fray thought about how low the chance was of running into someone so powerful and so close to death while flying. Pretty low, he reckoned.

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Kyle was careful as he watered the plants; too little and they might wilt, too much and they might drown. He walked back and forth between the back room, where the water was to refill his watering can, and the front, where all of the flowers were. As he relieved the plants of their thirst, he talked to them, telling them how beautiful they were and of stories of faraway places. It was a strange thing to do, but it made him feel better, and he had heard that the carbon dioxide humans let off when they spoke was good for plants.

"You are a daisy. Though you aren't the most prestigious breed, you have a simplicity to you that many people love." Kyle murmured to a daisy in a pot. It was the only daisy the shop had at the moment; all of the others were either still seeds or sproutlings that had yet to bloom. He quite liked the flower, it could be found in the wild, which showed that it wasn't delicate.

It didn't take long for him to finished watering the plants, it was an easy chore that could be done quickly. He still had about an hour left of work, and there wasn't really anything left to do. Usually he would spend time telling customers how to properly treat plants, but it was raining today and no one had any interest in looking at flowers on such a dreary day.

"There is a girl laying on the bench outside the shop." Mr. Napt observed. Kyle had been in the roses area, telling them how scientists had genetically engineered their kin to have small thorns. He wondered if his employer wanted him to do something about the girl, or if it was a hint that he knew that Kyle was wasting time. If it was the second, then wasn't trying hard enough to look like he was working. Maybe he should go into the back room and pretend to work mix fertilizer while he practiced magic.

"How long has she been there?" Kyle asked awkwardly, tugging out a stray weed that had somehow managed to find its way into a pot.

"Not long. She must be cold, though. Did you know that it is raining outside?" Mr. Napt asked. Kyle moved over to a window to see the girl for himself. It was difficult to view her in the darkness and with the pouring rain, but he could make out a shape on a bench. "You should go see if she's alright." Was it a suggestion or an order? Kyle didn't know for certain which it was, so he went ahead and left the shop.

The rain was freezing, and by the time he got over to the girl, he was shivering. "Y-you still alive?"

His wings decided to start working again right before he hit the trees, and he landed in the canopy with slight difficulty. He didn't bother tying to plug his ears to keep the death song, that never worked, but as soon as he became semi-stable on a branch, he shoved his headphones onto his ears and poked blindly his music pla.yer until it turned on and was loud enough to mostly drowned out the song. Even with the volume on high, Fray could hear the death song in the back of his head. It was beautiful, really, but now was not the time to be lollygagging about, he needed to find who was making it, he or she was very powerful and very much in danger.

Technically, Fray was not supposed to involve himself with someone just because the person was close to death, but he would make an exception. The song was coming from someone magically strong, he could tell that by the complexity and amount of instruments. He had never heard so many different sounds in a single death song before, and he was intrigued by it. He wanted to meet this person, to shake his or her hand and warn the person of the danger to come.

He looked down and scanned the ground below for any figures, but he only saw Earth nature things like leaves, roots, and bushes. It didn't look like he would be able to find the person easily, which he hadn't expected it to be. It looked like he would have to actually walk around and search. Fray dropped lightly to the ground and folded his wings back against his wings. Not He guessed what direction the death song was coming from and headed that way, only knowing that he had chosen the right way to go as the song intensified.

Fray walked for a few minutes, listening to both his music and the song playing in his head that only he could hear. He didn't think it belonged to an angel, mostly because the melody didn't follow the angel's normal pattern, nor did he suspect it was a humans. That just left demon, but he hoped that the melody was some sort of fluke. Though he was on Earth Duty, he did not have some sort of power that many of Earth Duty had that protected them from some magical attacks. Not that having a small amount of defense would help against such a mighty opponent.

He came across a river and as he glanced around, he thought he could see figures far downstream of it. More than one, possibly two, but no more than four. One of the figures suddenly rushed across the river at a blinding speed, too fast to be a human, and making another figure fall. An angel could just use their wings to fly over an obstacle, so there was little chance of it being one of Fray's kin. Fray spread his wings and flapped three times, gaining air, but staying low enough not to hit branches. He sped towards the group, fearing the worse of the situation. When he was close enough to see the figures, he landed near by, but hopefully not close enough to be in immediate danger, keeping his wings outstretched. "Hey! Get off her!" He shouted to them louder than he needed because he had issues hearing himself over his music. It was probably not the most elegant thing he could say, but there was not much he could do.

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Kyle took a step back, partly out of surprise when the girl sat up and partly because of her strange eyes. He had heard stories of people with different colored eyes, but he had never thought that he would ever meet a person with them. The girl's eyes were blue and brown. It was an interesting mixture, and he thought that it fit her, even though he didn't know much about her. He listened to the girl's words, and stayed silent for a few moments, thinking over the question.

"I know that I am alive because I feel; isn't that enough." He answered and shrugged. He thought the question was stupid, but he didn't want to sound unsophisticated, so he kept himself from saying that. Kyle awkwardly scratched his head, more of because he was unsure how to proceed than because his head itched. Was there a certain etiquette when talking to a girl in the rain?

"Um. I thought you looked cold, and I was wondering if you would rather be in a building if you had to lay down." Kyle gestured to the flower shop. "You can come inside if you want; we'll be closing soon, but you can stay until then." He offered to the girl. He wondered if he was being creepy by asking her, but she could always say 'no', and he would leave.

Ireoe was shocked to say the least. She was talking. Not out loud, but in his head. She could speak through his thoughts and subconscious mind. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. In fact, he hated it. He didn't want her to be able to talk to him. He didn't want to hear her thoughts. When she mentioned the whole talking to the heavens already, he snapped his eyes towards her. He let out a low hiss and brought his face down to his lips were close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper and his grip on her tightened. He gave her a chuckle, first thing. It was funny really.

"If you called... We can always bond.. create.. become stronger than we are apart.."

He left it at that and he brought one hand up, nails out, fingers splayed just a bit so when he stabbed, it wouldn't just be one spot that was damaged. He brought his hand down, but just as it was to connect with her neck, he heard someone shout at him. His hand stopped millimeters from her neck, the tips grazing just a bit. He brought his icy eyes up, past her head and towards the trees on the other side of the river. He searched around until he found a pair of large wings. Too large for a bird, but just the right size for an angel.

"You did call. My oh my, how fun. It wouldn't have been any fun to just take down one angel."

He sat up, his weight settling on her stomach with his hands still digging into her shoulder and one just about to pierce her neck. Sure angels probably didn't die that way, but why not let her suffer a little? He trained his eyes on the angel across the way. He smiled at him. A toothy, Cheshire cat like smile. His canines clear as day and the horns on his head just made him look a bit creepier. He looked to his twin from his peripheral and then focused back on the male angel across.

"And why, my good sir, should I get off her? She's an angel, much like yourself, who will report that twins.. demons nonetheless... are on Earth. Their precious little earth filled with those humans that have seemed to taken angelic powers? Now, explain as to why i should get off her. Maybe I will.. But then again.. maybe I won't."

He brought his hand that was hovering over her neck down a little. His nails just poking and stretching out the skin. They didn't sink in, but when he moved them just a bit, they created very small cuts in the angel's neck. Not deep enough to be considered wounds, but just a scratch as if she had scratched her neck a little too hard. He gave the male angel another smile.

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Skellig stood still throughout the whole ordeal, not wanting to get his brother distracted from the angel under him. He watched as his brother leaned in closer to whisper something in the girl's ear. He didn't know what she had said to him, but with the energy between the twins, he could feel that Ireoe was getting impatient with her. He smiled slightly at his brother, knowing he could take the girl on his own. At least, with his speed he wouldn't worry about Ireoe getting hurt again. Ireoe was bringing his clawed hand down on the girl's neck. Skellig's smile grew wider. Angels. They think they're so strong and great... tch. Foolish. He watched his brother's claws get closer to her neck, but just as he was going to strike, another voice rang out n the forest. This one was male. He looked around and then at his brother, who spotted the source of the voice already.

He followed Ireoe's gaze and found that there was another angel across the river. A male angel at that. He heard him shout about Ireoe getting off the girl before he landed. The boy's wings were outstretched and they looked rather large. He shivered slightly, unsure if Ireoe could handle the guy on his own. He watched Ireoe sit on the girl, his butt on her gut and his nails poised to strike her neck any time. He smiled at his brother, but when he started talking to the angel, it put him on edge. Angels were probably defenders of their own kind as well as Earth, but two angels in one place with one being attacked? That was a big issue for Skellig. He elongated his nails, turning them into claws and he started to walk towards the bank of the river, ready if the angel boy tried to attack Ireoe. He would still have to make it past Skellig. Plus, if he did manage to get close to Ireoe, his twin was speedy enough to get away and distract the angel while he delivered the final blow.

He watched and poised himself, ready to fight the angel if he tried attacking his kin. The energy between the twins hummed and each one of them was now emitting an aura of darkness. It wasn't all that visible, just barely a dark outline around each twin. Skellig hissed and looked at the male angel, his electric green eyes never leaving the angel's form, afraid of having him attack while he isn't looking.

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Her voice was really annoying him at this point. He wanted to make her shut up. Shut her out of his head, but angels had a better understanding of how that type of power worked and he knew he couldn't be able to shut her out. He could try, but it would be in vain. He hadn't been listening to her as his brother stalked towards the male angel, but once she said they'd kill his brother first or make him watch his brother die, his thoughts immediately snapped to what she was saying. They could capture them and then make him watch as they tortured and killed his brother. He would be helpless without his only family. They grew up together and the thought of watching his twin die right in front of him, brought out something in him he hadn't seen in a long time. His imagination ran wild with ideas.

They would have his strapped down to a chair and Skellig would be on a table, dissected and bleeding. His eyes wide with terror as they continued to cut into his body. See what made a demon tick. They would try to see if they could regain some power by killing a demon. His hands would be strapped down, so he couldn't even claw his way out of the restraints. His brother would be laying on the table, lifeless. Close to death, close to breaking. His sanity gone in the past few hours that they both sat there. Ireoe would scream and shout and kick and react to every little thing they did to his brother, but would be too helpless to even help him. He was nothing without Skellig's strength. He couldn't break out. Another image was of Skellig tossed into a pit, like the ancient roman's did. They would toss him in with some celestial creature that would tear his brother to shreds and eat whatever remained intact. He would be chained down, helpless once more. He could have to watch his brother be torn apart. His blood spilled on the heavens.

Those images were enough to bring a few tears to Ireoe's crystal eyes, but they immediately went to a blazing blue color. Anger bubbled in his veins and he let angry tears fall from his eyes, blinking when they blurred his vision. He growled low in his throat and bared his fangs. He wouldn't stand for it. He wouldn't. He couldn't let that happen at all. He would never be able to live with himself. He looked pinned the angel girl down with his stare. His eyes practically glowing like blue fire. He hissed at her, like an angry cat and continued to growl like a lion waiting to pounce.

"You. Will. Not. Kill. Him."

Five words. Each one was practically dripping with venom and hatred. How dare she even think they would allow themselves to be captured. Did she not know anything about demons? Probable not. Twin demons were rare and even more so since they can turn into one demon that was a combination of both their powers. He retracted his nails and swiftly stood from her gut, but weighed his foot down on her chest, pressing hard enough to bend her ribs just a little. Sure he was using a lot of strength and probably can't break her ribs, but it was going to be uncomfortable. He growled and his wings opened up. There was a gust of hot air. The main structure of his wings was black, typical color for demons, but all the middles of each stem was blood red. Ireoe's voice dropped to a whisper and he smiled down at the angel girl, his smile a bit more crazed. (Like tle="" href="http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb480/Yumekichi11/pictures%201/1621ff0e.jpg">this, but smaller since his mouth isn't that wide...)

"You will regret your words. You wanna play with demons. You'll get to. Imagine the fun when your angel backups have to peel your skin off the trees and pick your bones out of the river."

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Skellig caught his brother's punctuated words. You. Will. Not. Kill. Him. So, they wanted to kill one of them. He growled low in his throat, not wanting to let that happen. They would probably go for him first since he was the stronger of the two, but then again, they may go after the weaker twin first to get him out of the way. Skellig let that thought cloud his mind. He could see all kinds of scenarios that didn't end well for angels and the twins alike. He could see himself laying on the floor, broken and lifeless. Then Ireoe in that same spot but more broken since he was weaker. It brought a sad emotion to Skellig. He didn't want his brother to die. It was his only family. But if this angel male showed up, then that means they may have more on the way. He looked at the boy and noticed he was wearing something on his ears. He looked harder and saw they were headphones. He only knew that because they both had a pair back in hell. He'd have to speak loudly if he planned on getting past the music that was probably blasting within those headphones.

He growled and when he felt the hot rush of air, he looked at his brother. His brother's shoe was on the girl's chest and his wings were splayed out, slightly making him look threatening. He chuckled a little. His brother wasn't all that threatening, but that smile was giving him the creeps. He had never seen that smile. He shivered a bit and let his own wings splay out. There was a burst of cold air that washed off the river, some parts gained a little la
yer of ice on the surface of the water. He growled low and looked at the angel on the other side. He felt like he should attack him, just in case. But then again, that wasn't something he was going to do unprovoked. Sure, he was a demon, but only if his brother was in trouble was he going to attack. Ireoe was the better thinker and if he saw the angels as a threat, then Skellig was there to help him along. His eyes seemed to glow green and he stared at the male angel.

".. skin off the trees and pick your bones out of the water."

Skellig shuddered. His brother could really be threatening when he wanted to be and it made him excited. Maybe he'd get to have some fun with the angels before they died. They'd have to finish it quickly though. There was bound to be more coming from the heavens and from around the world if they didn't kill them quickly. He let out an exasperated sigh. He wished he knew what had his brother so agitated, besides the girl herself. It must have been her words. He growled and hopped over the river, it wasn't a long jump, but he needed to be closer to the male angel.

"You!" He barked at the male. "How many angels are here.. Tell me, or i'll rip your throat out much like my brother was going to do to your partner over there."

Fray was surprised to hear the demon's voice; he was shouting at the angel. Fray paused, thinking over the words, then lowered his wings and raised his hands defensively. He didn't know what to say; he had never been in a situation like this before. Sure, he had ran into many demons, it was practically imposable not to do so on earth, but it was always in a semi-peaceful situation and he just ignored the demon. He had no such luck this time; not replying was probably one of the worst things he could possibly do, right under attacking. Fray forced himself to speak.

"I, err, honestly don't know. I just happened to pass over and..." And what? Heard your death song and nearly fainted/fell to his death? There was no way he could say that; not only did it sound strange, he doubted that the demon would believe it. Hell, if someone had tried to use that as an excuse, he probably would have doubted it!. Unsure of what to say, Fray didn't finish his sentence, and just stood there.

A voice, the other angel's, entered his mind. He listened to her, and when she paused, waited for her to finish. So it looked like she wanted him to retreat. That would have sounded like a great idea to Fray if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't think that the demons would just let him go. And there was the girl, too, who he wasn't going to just abandon to save himself. That was just not right, and he doubted that he would be able to live with himself if he just left her. I'm not leaving. He thought to her, deciding that it would be better to die than to leave the other angel.

Fray looked over at the demon standing on the angel, than over to the one near him. They looked almost the same, maybe they were twins? If so, that would explain the unnaturally loud death song; the two being near each other probably amplified the music, making it much more painful to listen to. Fray turned his attention to the demon hear him, the one he had been talking to. He took a breath in, calming himself, and spoke.

"You both clearly in danger, I... I can tell, and though I don't know why you are, killing either of us will do nothing but put you in even more danger. Our superiors will start to ask questions, and when our bodies are found, people will start to look for our killers. Wouldn't it be easier to just leave now and get a head start before whatever is coming for you comes?" He asked quietly, hoping that he wasn't screwing things up worse than they already were.

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Kyle jumped, not expecting anyone to come up and talking to him. He was so shocked, he somehow forgot to stop sending magic to the plant in his hands. He watched as the plant, a yellow tulip, sprouted, growing leaves and budding. It's flower opened, more like lengthened, and then wilted. The petals and leaves shriveled up and dropped to the table. When the step became brown and toppled over, Kyle looked up at the intruding girl.

"My apologies, but I was unaware that you cared about that kind of things." He told her bluntly as he discarded the dead flower and brushed off the dirt. He could feel his heart beat quicken as he mentally freaked out over the fact that someone had seen him use magic. It was his fauld; he shouldn't have been using it since he was fully aware that someone could just walk in and see him use it, but she wouldn't had ever know if he hadn't had jumped and killed that flower. Alright, calm down Kyle; maybe she didn't see it. Maybe she would think her eyes were playing tricks on her and she wouldn't say anything.

"And anyway," he tried to continue smoothly, "it's not as if I left the building or left you alone. My boss is in the other room, you know." He paused. "I thought that you would rather be by yourself instead of me bothering you. Unless you actually care what kind of soil morning glories prefer." He added the last part in on a whem, figuring that the girl wouldn't care for random information that would probably never help her in life.

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