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After a week of babysitting Aaron, Rociel and her beua signed her youngest up for Connect! Academy, an Online charter school program that was free in several states that Rociel herself went to for elementary. It was an Early sunday morning when they heard a knock on the door, rapping several times, "Hold up a bleeding minute!" she said, crawling off the couch from her slumber. She opened the door to see a minister dressed in an ebony black outfit, "Oh hello, Is my niece home? She hasn't been to school in a while and her mother told me she had left her with a babysitter." he said, curious to current happenings.

She looked over the canine whom resembled Ms. Ritter to a fair degree "Umm let me double check." she said, uncertain if he told the truth. Rociel ran upstairs to Aaron's room, awakening her from her slumber, "Ahh I'm up! I'm up! Whats going on?" she asked her eldest, startled by the sudden stirrings. "Hey there is Preachy looking dude at your door saying he's your uncle? Just wanted to double check with you." She explained to the doberrott, wondering if they're in danger.

Aaron immediately knew who she was talking about, "Uncle Matthias, yeah he is preachy... Wait, today's sunday! He normally picks Mom and I up for church." she recalled, providing relief to her eldest's fears. Rociel sighed, "Alright, but I'm coming with you, so is Kenashi and my Bo." she replied, devising what sort of havoc she'd cause. The young adolescent determined it wasn't great idea, "Knowing you and my uncle, you wouldn't get along." she said, remembering the vivacious speech reamed into her about Christianity and it's fallacies.

Rociel bit her lower lip in effort to hide her anticipation, eager to send his flock into disarray, "Oh come on, It be fun and perhaps your uncle will enjoy the challenge. The Old Testament is full of my favorite parts of the Bible!" she said, particular towards the story of Cain and Abel. Despite the potential outcome, Aaron hesitantly agreed for her to come, "You're still going to do it if I say no, so screw it." waiting to see what disaster awaited her in church. Her sister clasped her hands akin to a villain, "Excellent!~" she hissed, heading downstairs to provide an answer to her uncle.

"Alright Matthias, your story checks out, but she goes to church under one condition. We come with you." She said, ransoming out her own blood and flesh for the opportunity to set a church ablaze with Chaos. Matthias, though leery of her intentions, thought it genuinely grand to add to his follower base, "Brilliant, I'll let you young ladies get ready, I'll wait outside." he said, turning around to view the horizon. Rociel closed the door, thinking of what she had as far as clothing "Let's see how far I can take this." she contemplated.

After ten minutes of preparation, Matthias discovered a motley crew of teenagers but what shocked him the most was the blonde behemoth, Barrette, "My lord, How is such a size physically possible?" he questioned aloud in a freudian slip. Brett, yawning, quickly thought of a retort, "Said the Actress to the Priest." he humored, snickering at the minister. Aaron covered her mouth, realizing the joke, "That's mean Brett!" she said, her face flushed from her excitement. "I don't understand what's so... Oooh, its a "Thats what she said" joke. Well, Let's get going or else will be late." Matthias said, unlocking the doors to his sedan, a luxury model. Rociel immediately called the front passenger seat, Kenashi in his haze crawled into the back with Barrette whom barely fit, and Aaron claiming the window seat.

On their way to the local parish, Rociel began prying into what the preacher knew about Ms. Ritter, "So what does Ms. Ezekiel do for fun? She seems like a very busy lady." she asked, acting innocent. He maintained his eyes on the road but gladly answered her query, "My sister works as an accountant, she is always traveling for her work though but I think she enjoys moving around." he replied, unaware of the truth. She slowly probed even further, "I'm surprised she's still single." she said, curious to how her father played into the equation.

Matthias's expression turned apprehensive, "She did have a Boyfriend whom our parents found morally atrocious. On the surface he appeared to be the gentlest soul, but he was one man that the devil would fear, and constantly used temptation as a weapon. I swear his tongue was made of silver and every word off of it ladened with Honey, he even persuaded me into drinking his homemade mead then before I knew it, I blacked out then awoke with a strange woman, though albeit there was a lining to that entire encounter. I've been married to Andrea for several years now." he explained, bearing a mixed cocktail of opinions.

"You just gotta take the good with bad sometimes." Rociel said, accidentally quoting one of her father's memetic sayings. The preacher's mind attempted to grasp a connection between the curious adolescent and Rhyne himself, "That's the exact same thing he told me! Of course my parents despised for his Philosophy of "Rational Hedonism", though in my opinion, sometimes God is not the Answer for certain people and I've sent those kind of persons into his arms. I cannot argue with the results of his labor for he has provided the hopeless with hope as where the church cannot. My parents would disown me if they found out I was sending people to him for counseling." he professed, concerned with the moral dilemma of performing his duties to the community against the duty to his parents.

Rociel quickly became confused by his confession, "Why are you telling me this?" she questioned, baffled by his hesitant acceptance of her progenitor. Matthias admitted his folly, "You appear to be an intelligent young woman, and I wish to have your opinion. I am situated between the foundation of what is required of me by the community and that my parents require of me. What would you do?" he asked, unexpectant of a real answer. She thought about it for a solid minute, "I know that the bible says "Be a good child and take care of your parents" but to be honest, do what you feel is right. In my opinion, at your age your parents should be busy with their own lives, not to be interfering with yours." she replied, considering what she'd do at his age.

They arrived to the local church, a rather modern building designed to accommodate several hundred people a given day, entering the building before Matthias went to work. Rociel and her companions took a seat amongst the others, The Deacon on staged abruptly announced "Today instead of our usual sermon today, we have a guest speaker whom I found lingering around, Please welcome Dr. Rhyne Hentzel from Grants Pass!". The Minister took a seat next to him, "Well this will be certainly unorthodox" he said, pondering why he made the trip to portland.

The Good Doctor made his way on stage, introducing himself to the congregation and drawing attention to his voice, "Hello Church Attendants, I happened to be in the neighborhood and thought, "I haven't been to a church in a while" so I figure to stop on by then next you know it. You know god has a sense of humor when he has a Shrink speaking in place of a minister..." he spoke, utilizing humor to defuse the tension, resuming his speech. Aaron immediately recognized her father, letting one word from emanate her lips "Daddy!" she said, Jubilantly excited to see him in person. Matthias, whom happened to be seated next to her, immediately stared at her, "Why did you just call him "Daddy"?" he asked, concerned by his hidden fear.

After he delivered his own sermon about the core lessons and morals in the bible's stories, and the parish had left the room, Rhyne found himself in the crosshairs of his second youngest spawn. Aaron hastily sprinted towards him, then she was caught in his arms in his affectionate brace, "Hey you!" she said, returning the gesture. He smiled, feeling a guilty inside to a degree, "Hey Munchkin, I have a lot of explaining to do." he replied, happy to hold his daughter.

Matthias removed himself from the bench after quietly meditating on the matter at hand, "I knew the resemblance was true but I denied the evidence before me." he commented, feeling like an idiot for his inability to recognize it. Rociel quietly watched from a distance along with Barrette and Ken, albeit who passed out from the lecture, observing the interaction. Unfortunately, Ill tidings came in the form of an elderly canine couple who appeared from the adjacent rooms, "Get your hands off my grand daughter you perverted bastard!" the old doberman barked.

Rhyne rolled his eyes at them, "Oh excellent, the two people I wished to get to heaven are here. I can't spend time with my daughter in a church?" he remarked, revealing the relationship between him and Aaron, whom sneered at her grandparents fiercely. The matronly Rottweiler didn't believe him, "She's not your daughter, our daughter conceived her via implantation with the help of Doctor..." she said until her firstborn quietly coughed, pointing out he was a Psychological professional. The Doctor in question cracked a grin, "So here arrives the part about you wanting to disown Ezekiel and condemn Aaron for being my kid? I've never met two people so willing to lord their children's inheritance over their hands just so they can control every aspect of both their lives and their children's. Christ Alive, I've been tactful and diplomatic as I could be but you've forced my hand too long, enough is enough." He lectured, vigorously infuriated by their arrogance.

They immediately began bickering amongst one another, until thirty minutes into it, Matthias was at World's end with his patient, "Shut the Hell Up, or I'm going to exercise my right to excommunicate you." he snapped. His parents lightly smiled, "Good, he doesn't even go to church anyways." his Father sneered, taking a particularly aggressive posture despite his age. What came to them as a surprise was whom he was referring to, "Father, Mother, I meant you, you have consistently interfered in both Ezekiel and I's lives ever since we moved away, and you've interfered in his life as well. We've all had enough of it! Now we're to settle this once for all." he stated, fuming with frustration

Rhyne let Aaron down, instructing her to sit with her eldest, "Yeah, I lived through this once with Kaina's parents, I'm not going through it again because you disapprove of my lifestyle, at least they provided me the benefit of the doubt. Jonah, Grace, I'm going be fair and offer you this opportunity only once: As long as you leave both Ezekiel, Matthias and I alone in our daily lives, you can come visit Aaron as long as you call ahead of time." he explained, presenting them the choice to be proper grandparents.

They immediately silenced, understanding he meant it, "We have to think about it." Grace said, despite the ultimatum before them. Rhyne decided to aggravate them even further, "Of course Reverend Matthias can visit whenever he's not busy." he said in effort to gain their envy. The Minister knew what he was doing, but felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, "Why thank you, I'm flattered and certainly will take the opportunity." he said, hoping that this ploy would work.

Jonah gritted his teeth, sensing the fact he was outnumbered in this matter, "Grr..." he grunted, then felt the final nail in the coffin. "Of course Kaina's parents could always visit and talk to her about Lutheranism." Rhyne said, slightly fibbing about his in laws faith. Matthias's parents immediately reacted, "Yes! We agree." his mother said, realizing she shot themselves in the foot with the fact her grand-daughter wouldn't ever likely visit a church again.

The Good Doctor beamed sadistically, content with their answer, "Excellent, Shall we shake on it?" he said, extending his hand to seal the deal. The elderly couple begrudgingly did returned the gesture, surprised when they found themselves greeted by a hug from Rhyne afterwards, "Now I have other matters to deal with, as they say "Ain't no rest for the wicked!"." he humored. The old doberman shook his head, "Why did I get the feeling we just shook hands with the devil?" he whispered to his wife. Matthias overheard their cavorting, smiling at the results, "You did, or at least a man the devil fears." he said, finally free of his parents' influence.

Rociel witnessed this arrangement unfold, staring in disbelief in how he brutally handled the situation, til her father came to her, "I thought Mom was vicious but you took the cake, raped it and let itself commit suicide." she said, orally painting a dark picture. Aaron looked at her eldest with disgust, "Eew! That's just... Grim. I thought an aborted fetus was depressing, but that was way darker." she replied, sharing in her distaste for the bleaker aspects of life. Their father nearly vomited at both instances, though find her's to be more severe, "Ugh, Abortion is more disgusting. The fact your grandparents tried forcing your mother to abort you is one thing I will never forgive them for, though now it's twelve years too late! Hehe!" he humored, trying to be lighthearted.

"Beehh! So mom's parents were the reason why you had to be sneaky all this time?" Aaron questioned, linking the pieces together. Dr. Hentzel nodded and shook his head, "Your Grandparents held their inheritance over your Mother and Uncle's head for decades, not mentioning they'd torment you out of spite for me if they discovered the truth initially?." he explained, detailing the premises of the circumstances. Her eyes were alight with the revelation, somewhat irritated by the fact her own grandparents were the reason for his absence, "So you and an Uncle are cool? I thought you'd be all mean to one another?" she asked, noticing the reverend approach.

Matthias sighed in great relief, "Rhyne and I originally didn't get along, though a week of homebrewed Mead, Mana the Gathering, and Delvers & Drakes with him and his "Friends" tends to sway opinions, besides he is the one who persuaded me to become a minister. I still have my Bronze figurine he gave me." he said, recalling the entire spring break he spent non-stop playing a tabletop RPG and card game. A burst of laughter emanated from the young miss, "That is like the nerdiest thing ever! You actually play that stuff?..." she said, not understanding the appeal of said games. Rhyne blushed, recalling he spent a hundred dollars on the metallic Cleric figurine, "Oh I get those for all my friends and children." he said, acting humble.

Rociel quickly became interested in why her father came all the way to the city in the first place, "Hey dad, Why did you come all the way up here? It hasn't been two weeks yet." she asked, recalling her punishment of babysitting her little sister. He took a deep breath, taking a seat, "Well, Kenashi's young lady kept terrorizing me and Hadei about his absence, she wouldn't stop begging me and to the point she bribing me with doing all my chores." he explained, exhausted from the lack of sleep from both his newborn and the constant pesterings of a young vixen. His firstborn laughed at him, wondering if actually took the bribe, "So... What made you change your mind?" she asked.

"Akira performed all my chores, cleaned both the house and Hadei's home, washed and vacuumed my car, and laundered all our clothing. It was humorous to see all the horrors she had discovered in both Celestine's and your room." Rhyne explained, delighting in the misery that unfolded upon on her. Rociel looked at him giggling, "You sadistic old man!" she replied, wondering if Ms. Yamizaki discovered her homemade film collection. He noticed the time on his watch, "We better get home, before the traffic hits. Are you riding home with Barrette or do you want to me drive you? I'm taking Aaron with me though." he questioned, hoping to save on space in his car. "Barette's gonna take me and Kenashi home, you go on ahead, it will take us a bit." she replied, yawning from the combination of boredom and lack of sleep. They all parted ways for now, Rociel and her friends returned to Ezekiel's home to rest for the trip back

After a couple hours passed, in the Hentzel cottage, Celestine was probing her "new" mother about all sorts of questions, "Sooo, How did you and dad meet?" she probed, immensely curious about Ezekiel. She felt welcome by the queries as opposed to Hostility, "I met your dad through Jacklyn, and she brought him along sometimes for assignments when we worked for Omega Armaments. I was always the escape driver when everything went south, and sometimes the pilot. I got operator training and licensing for a number of things, I can even drive a tank!" she answered, catering to the lagomorpha's imagination. Another key inquiry popped into Cell's mind, particularly relating to her own condition, "Is Aaron Autistic or does she have psychokinetic powers like me and Cell?" she questioned, wondering what to expect.

Of course her father's timing was impeccable, "I'm home!" he announced, letting his lovers and offpsring know of his return. Celestine walked to the front door to greet her younger, "Hi my name's-" she briefly spoke before finding herself in a headlock, a familiar position her eldest would frequently place her in. Aaron immediately tried asserting herself amongst her sibling's pecking order, pinning Cell down to the floor with strength and tenacity, "I'm not gonna lose to the weakest link!" she cheered.

Their parents watched them tussle, impartial to their conflict, "I expected this to happen sooner or later. Anyway, No biting now." their father said, ensuring none of them actually maimed one another. Celestine wriggled on the floor before standing with Aaron hanging to her side maintaining her hold, until she noticed a tag on her clothing saying "Cotton" and her jeans made of denim. In a single thought, the woven plant fibers came undone, thread by thread, before completely obliterated into a pile of string, startling Aaron out of her aggression as she tried to cover herself, "Hey! That's not fair! Rociel said you could only control plants, not clothes!" she said, slightly embarrassed.

Ezekiel and Rhyne bursted out laughing, amused by the Celestine's psychokinetic development, "Oh don't worry about clothes, as long as we're in private, you can run around in your birthday suit." her mother explained, though annoyed her clothes were destroyed. Aaron didn't mind her own nudity, but quickly thought of a way to defeat celestine, running up the spiral staircase into the loft bedroom, then looked for her wardrobe, putting on one of her T-Shirts then returning to the fray. It slowly irritated Celestine at Aaron's persistence, "Okay, you win, I concede." she said, watching her struggle to get her back into a lock, impartial towards ruining one of her own shirts.

Aaron cheered victoriously before hugging the Bunny, "Yes! I love you!" she said, confusing her to no avail. Celestine patted her on the shoulder, "Man, I thought sissy was bipolar!" she joked, then a familiar hand grasped her skull, light shimmering around an anthropoidal figure. Rociel deactivated her mirage module, her stealthy approach proving to be successful, "I would kick your ass for that joke, but I'm tired and in a fairly decent mood." she answered, showing her sister mercy from her wrath.

Their old man's words rang in Cell's memory, recalling his observations on them, "Dad was right! You've been defanged by Brett!" she teased, intentionally attempting aggravate her eldest. Rociel removed her palm from her sibling's skull, "Defanged, No; Focused, yes. Don't think he is greater for we are equal in endless ways, and I delight in exploring the vastness of his mind." she explained, providing a certain air of ominousness to the room. Aaron watched her climb up into her bedroom before planting face first onto a pillow, "That was cryptic... wait, where did mom and dad go?" she said, noticing their disappearance.

Celestine scanned the room, presuming they were enjoying a siesta, especially with Arrival of Otto, who was fortunately sound asleep in their parents bedroom, "They're probably napping, or "playing", either one , if you ever go into their room, make sure you knock first." she forewarned her in advance. Unfortunately, Aaron learned that lesson the hard way in Rociel's care by accidentally walking in on her, "You don't need to tell me twice, I learned how she "plays" with boys..." she replied with mixed feelings. "Yeaaaaa... speaking of playtime, Want to play some videogames?" she asked, receiving a generous reply of a yes.

Later that evening after the family went to bed, some were still awake not far away in Barrette's home, Caesar and him watched the latest sci-fi thriller with a couple pizzas and a case of mango soda, "Hey Brett, How do you get along with Rociel so easy?" the mute spoke in hands. Barrette took a bite out of his Ham & Pineapple pie, glancing at his guest, "You honestly wish to know?" he said, despite lacking a proper answer. The canid nodded in agreeance, grabbing another piece of pizza from its cardboard box, awaiting his response.

"To be truthful, Her mind is beyond comprehension, only limited by her physical aspects and interest in experiencing what they offer. To her, I am her pickman, to interpret the unfathomable knowledge of her mind and translate it into something physical. She has compelled me into creating objects of both dream and nightmare, Scientific and Esoteric, and some so horrifying that no man should lay sight upon. Her mind is unpredictable and unknown, it frightens me..." he said until he was briefly interrupted.

Caesar's curiosity reached its limit, astonished by his description, "Then why are you still with her?" he signed, baffled by the horrendous description. Barrette donned a daydreamed expression on his gaze, "Her Otherworldliness fascinates me, how strange, bizarre, and sadisticly indifferent towards the existence of life she is turns me on. She sees everything as a resource, a material, and or component to whatever she desires to create, nothing is sacred to her in pursuit of her goals!" he explained, shuttering at the thought of being used by her to create something greater than himself. His guest deadpanned at the passionately charged lecture, his eyes wide open from the speech, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he replied in sign, worried about his associate's sanity.

The goliath of Hyena didn't think about his words, deeming it a rational course of action, "Isn't natural for one to attempt to become greater than one's self, to separate one's consciousness from the realm of the physical to become metaphysical to where death and time become irrelevant to our existence." he proposed, hearing Rociel recite her belief in the ascendancy of man through technology. It didn't come to a shock to caesar as much as he wanted to admit, "So you would give up everything to become some sort of cosmic entity? Even sex?" he said, doubting he'd surrender to becoming a higher power that easily.

"Yes, even the latter, because if we discover the means to do so, Rociel and I will take it... And we will become something magnificent." Barrette stated, explaining in his maddening ambition to transcend his mortal coil. In this moment, Caesar realized what Dr. Hentzel discussed, but focused on the conversation at hand, "That's nuts! Did she brainwash you or something?" he signed, concerned if he was under some technologically induced mind control. A sultry shutter emanated from the Hyena, thinking of her 'Interrogation' methods, "No, but ever since I met her, Pain and pleasure become one and the same, albeit she is generous with both providing and receiving." he said, his mind reveling in fantasy and memory.

The young wolf twitched at the idea of his host subjegating himself to torture, "You need to explain to me what sort of kicks you get from pain because I don't understand it with Celestine." he signed, hoping to learn the psychological appeal of it. Barrette raised his index finger at him, the truth of the matter differed in their respective cases, "Hold that thought right there. The reason I enjoy pain is for the adrenaline rush, Rociel and her sister, from what her father explained about their respective neurochemistry, enjoy pain delivering and receiving, for the physical stimulation and the outlet for frustration. With Rociel and I, I act as a lightning rod for all her violent aggression and love every second as before she met me, she'd beatdown on anyone who looked at her wrong. Now Celestine on the hand, you have your work cut out for you because you got to show her who's boss or else you'll end up her Bitch." he said, grabbing a can of soda from the table, forewarning him of the potential consequences of his inaction.

The fear of becoming her pet constantly lingered in his preconcious mind, "Yeah but how do I make her happy? Its confusing on what I should do." he said, naive to her wishes. His host and comrade found himself laughing once again, providing him with a long needed answer to his conundrum, "Buy her a collar and put it on her, it'll show that you will always be there for her, and in turn, she'll be there for you and your needs, like Rociel and I. I wear the collar she provided me because I chose to accept the conditions that came with it, and in turn we are always available to one another, Physically, mentally, and romantically." Barrette explained, tugging the narrow leather band around his neck. Caesar sighed in relief, his misconceptions about the concept dispelled, "Okay, I thought it was about beating up the girl you liked but it's nice to know that it's something else." he signed, his eyes failing to remain awake.

Out of the night, Caesar heard the thoughts whispering in binary, familiar with the individual in question, "Are you expecting anyone?" he asked. His host raised a brow, "why do you ask? Its past curfew." he replied, wondering why he mentioned it. The door slammed open, Rociel in a set of black silk pajamas bearing a skulking scowl, "She's why." the wolf signed, sensing distress amongst the rapid pace of the numbers,

"Barrette, can I crash here? My baby brother Otto keeps waking me up and my dad is bouncing off the walls taking care of him. Also, Good evening Cesare! I thought you'd be prowling my sister's dreams but I suppose her and Aaron can sleep through Ragnarok." the restless hyena explained, before leaning herself against her Bo whom embraced her in his arms. Caesar suffered the same dilemma, though without an infant the cause of it, "I can't sleep either, Too many nightmares and Cell's dreams are hectic lately." he replied, wary of traveling the dreamscape of his lover's mind. His mention of this detail caught Rociel's attention, "Oh is something wrong between you two?" she asked, genuinely concerned for her younger's wellbeing.

It took a moment for him to recall his ventures into the mind, "She's been having an identity crisis about who she wants to be, and her thoughts inflicted mine. I can't stop thinking about if I should be like my mom or dad. It is nerve wracking." he signed, doubting his own identity as an individual. Rociel hopped over the back of the couch, taking a seat and grabbing a slice of cold pizza, "I remember the times I went through that, first time I was thinking "My fathers's a sadistic manipulative psychopath who enjoys the suffering of others, and my mother is a cold blooded killer with a twisted sense of justice." then came "Should I dedicate myself to a cause where I gain little profit with the least chance of positive outcome or the cause where I maximize profit and results?" and finally "Do I want just one lover or should I take page from my dad's playbook.". I could only guess what goes on Cell's head, but I hope she comes out of her shell because the longer her darker impulses ruminate, the more fucked we all are!" she explained, fearing the potential celestine wielded once put into motion.

The creeping thought of a botanical armageddon lurched back into Caesar's memory, recalling what Ms. Hentzel told him, "Could you explain why you are afraid of your sister? Why did you mention she can cause an apocalypse to me?" he signed, inquring about the real reason about her queer statement. Rociel sighed, thinking of way to explain it to him in lamen's terms, "Well, in terms of Mana the Gathering colors, Cell's Green Black, preferring the natural order of things as where I am Blue Black, I prefer controlling things from the shadows. If she gets a taste of domination and the rush with it, she'll turn the earth into a hellish jungle of death where only the strongest survive against her corruption of mother nature and without modern civilization to protect the weak. The worst part is that I fear she can rally an Army of espers to support her in terraforming the planet into a place where THEY can only survive. This is why I want you to man the fuck up and keep her distracted because she will destroy everything I need to survive, and trust me: People are my greatest resource because I can exploit them for profit, labor or my own amusement, if she decimates that, I am fucked!" she explained, devouring the leftover remains of the meal.

The pressure of preventing an of event of that description left a sour taste in Caesar's mouth, feeling guilty about the possibilty of failing, "I don't know how to feel about your motives, but you really think Celestine will do what you expect?" he signed, questioning her perspective on the matter. Rociel didn't question it, understanding her sibling's thought processes, "We both have a strong survival instinct, and the urge to prosper, but I want civilization to advance and flourish to exploit it later. Her ideal world is one where it is dominate or be dominated, rape or be raped, kill or be killed, and breed like crazy in order to leave a legacy. Luckily she's so fucking enamored with you that she'd be willing to take it up the ass so she can suck you off! I bet even if you raped her she'd still love you..." she replied, accidentally becoming the devil's advocate in the process. The idea presented to him poised a challenge, committing a potential evil to prevent a greater one, "Hmmm..." he hummed, seriously considering it.

Rociel witnessed the look in his eyes, worried he'd actually do it, "What the fuck? You're think about it! Aren't you? I was just fucking joking about it. Sheesh, But if you do perform the deed, you better prepared for the consequences if she lets you get away with it... well, Mother like daughter." she forewarned, grabbing a canister of soda to wash down the taste of pineapple and ham. He briefly thought of Celestine's progenitors and thinking of their interactions, particularly How attached her mother was to her father, "You know what, I'll take both your advice, Buy her a collar then... 'ravage' her. Pray she doesn't murder me!" he signed, planning out his course of action. It disturbed her that Caesar was brazen enough to do it, "I should be more careful what I say in the future." she thought, heading to master bedroom with Barrette in tow by his belt, turning off the lights in the house.

Their guest occupied the couch for the time being, until morning came around 9 AM, as the sun shined through the windows. Caesar awoke to the smell of bacon, salmon, and honeyed biscuits, realizing he was late for school then noticing Rociel in the adjacent kitchen, "Rociel, I'm late! Can you have brett drive me?" he spoke in hands. She stared at him, plating his morning meal and setting at her dining table, "My house my rules, you eat breakfast before heading out the door." she commanded, persistent on enforcing her house rules.

The fact he was already late didn't deter his eagerness, but the thought of arriving on empty stomach decided for him, "Fuck it, It's not like the teachers do anything on a monday." he thought, since the local high school teachers dreaded the start of the week by cutting corners on the curriculum via slapping a video on their smartboards and calling it a lesson. He took his place at her table, abruptly noticing Rociel's lightish red satin bath robe untied, displaying her attributes, "...

Could you tie your robe? You are very pretty..." he signed, his cheeks ablush. She looked down at herself, then shrugged, "Thank you, but I don't care if anyone sees me naked. Its my house anyhow, if you don't like it, get the fuck out." she replied, waiting for her beau to arise.

Barrette came out into the kitchen au naturale, walking behind Rociel before sitting down next to her while subjecting their guest to the sight of something beyond his physical comprehension, "Good morning!" the Hyena greeted. She pecked her Bo on the cheek, then noticed their guest rushed out the door without warning in fear, "I guess he doesn't like seeing sausage for breakfast! Could you be a darling and turn on the news." she instructed, humored by the fleeing wolf. He obliged her request, turning on the television, eating his breakfeast in the den, before she joined him shortly after finishing her meal.

The anchorman on the screen unfortunately brought distasteful news to the ears of many, showing an image of Category 4 hurricane en route to Baton rouge and New Orleans, "Hurricane Hillary is estimated to make landfall within the next two weeks, Evacuation of the region has began and FEMA has been preparing temporary shelters further north. Residents are advised to beware of heavy flooding, especially near the bayou and dikes. On brighter side, Repairs to I-40..." he announced, causing Rociel to panic. Her immediate thoughts where of Beaumont Rhodes, "My Baby Beau! Barrette, Get my ph-!" she stated, interrupted by her compatriate. "I'm already on it!..." Barrette replied, grabbing her Smartphone along with her wallet, equivically worried for their swamp dwelling third.