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Kitiarou frowned, poked the plant that twitched, and sat back on her heels. This plant was black, white, grey, purple, and brown. But. No matter where she looked, or how she racked her brain, she couldn't figure out the name of this plant. THe only thing she knew was that it was probably commonly refered to as a weed. Another thing she couldn't explain was the strange reluctance she felt whenever she left the dang thing. She knew she had an odd affinity towards the color purple, and black and white always appealed to her, but to suddenly find a weed with those colors with slightly disturbing. She poked it again, and got the distinct feeling that the plant was getting annoyed with her, but couldn't do anything to make her stop. "Yeah. Feel annoyed. That's how I'm feeling." She frowned and tugged at her hair, glaring at the plant as if it was the cause of all her problems. Which...it was....in a way.

Finally Kitiarou let out an annoyed/frustrated growl and stood, fishing around in her many pockets for something. She finally came up with twelve ball-point pens, three pencils, an eraser, an old gumwrapper, a paperclip, and some string she'd pulled off of her baggy pants. Carefully she wedged the pens around the plant, glad that the thing had decided to sprout in the crumbiling cement outside of her house, and strang the string around the pens. It wouldn't do for the lawn mower guy to chop the thing down when it clearly had fought it's way to fresh air. Not that the idiotic man would see her pen barricade anyway. Dang useless people! Why did she pay him twenty a cut anyway? ...oh...yeah...she was too lazy to cut her own dang lawn herself.

Ahem. Kitiarou brought her attention back to the plant, which seemed a little more happier now that she'd done something towards claiming it. Maybe once she figure out how to transplant the stupid weed she would stop fearing for its safety. Which was weird in its self, because she never thought twice about plucking a daisy from the ground, or harvesting some clover for dinner. She shook her head and adjeusted her shoulder bag and went inside, wondering why her heart felt a little fuller, as if she'd just adopted another pet.

The door slamed shut before the fuming woman, her gray eyes snapping silent fire as she stormed into the bathroom, shoving bottles and boxes out of the way a little more harshly then she should have. A mop of green peeked curiously from the doorway, before the teal eyed boy made his way in. "What happened this time?" Itzuki asked, spotting the blood with no small amount of alarm. "Damned Lawn Mower guy tried to chop down that plant!"
"You mean Folly?"
"No, I mean the nonexistant fern. Of course I mean Folly!"
"Geeze, you don't have to snap my head off." Itzuki muttered, wrapping Cessy's hand gently with gauze and cotton. The blood had washed away, leaving shallow gashes. "Your just lucky Cobra transfigured the pens into small metal stakes, or we'd have to deal with ink poisoning as well."
"Yeah well...I'm just lucky he did, aren't I?"
"Uh huh." Zax took that time to pad in, looking quite smug. "You told him off didn't you?" Cessy asked her grinning essence. "But of course. Needless to say, he's not going to be quite so careless now."

Cessy hada faintly disgusted look on her face as she sat on the steps to her home, holding her vampire baby in one arms, a bottle of blood in the other, her gaze on the feeding frenzy of her pet. Folly practially unhinged her jaw in her attempts to guzzle the meat slab faster. "Jeeze. It's as if you weren't fed four hours ago, you beast! I just hope you know better then to eat any who reside in this house." She muttered, looking down when Korry tugged on a lock of her hair. "Aye? Oh, you want your bottle." She gave the baby his bottle as she watched Folly lick at the bloodstain on the concrete, and shook her head. At the rate she was going, she was going to have to start up a cattle ranch, just to be able to feed the thing. "Ah well. Your worth it ya freak." She said, and went back to her cloud watching, ignoring the small crowd of shocked bystanders that had gathered to stare at her pet.

Teal eyes narrowed in distaste as she watched a pair of booted feet walk past her cubby hole. She wasn't allowed to touch this one, or the orange haired male would do something painful to her. She understood though, that this red haired male was orange haired males mate, and that he was very protective of him. But what was a little blood between family? Spilt blood always made her tummy feel better.

.....But then pet had to go and say no too. It wasn't fair! All she wanted was one little sip...but no. Red hair also had magic like orange hair. And magic made her tummy upset. Grr... Why wouldn't that stupid dog from next door come back? He was always good to chew on.