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Saturday morning, Markov Residence, 8:00 AM

Zoya and her father, Alexander, were enjoying breakfast, albeit something he fetched from the nearest fast food joint, "So how about we go fishing? My doctor said it would be good for us to go out and have fun once in a while. I have a lot of vacation time stocked up!" he said, hoping she'd say yes. She shrugged at him, "I don't know... I haven't planned anything for a while. I was thinking I'd visit one of my friends today..." she said in a melancholic tone, slightly depressed due to her recovering from the influenza that spread like wildfire through the school. He squinted at her, curious to who in particular, "Oh, who is it? I could drop you off, though I don't where Dr. Hentzel lives, or is it a boy I don't know about?" he teased, taking his counselor's parenting advice.

His Daughter's eyes widened at the accusation, before he decided to push the agenda, "Or do you like to press buttons instead of playing with levers and switches?" he said, smiling like a fool in the king's court. Zoya started glaring at him, "How dare you!" she said in contempt, flaring her nostrils. Alexander laughed, realizing using humor to skirt around the awkwardness and the tension worked, "What? Your mother liked bringing home young girls, that's how we always got you a babysitter, and you are always so quiet with your friends in your room when they are over." he said.

Zoya tugged and pulled at her auburn locks, "Okay! I might hav-... Huh?" she said before interrupted by a series of raps on the front door accompanied by several bell rings. A familiar yet strange voice spoke, "Housekeeping!" before knocking once more. They paused, staring at the door, "Is that?... Speak of the Devil and she shall appear?" she muttered, slowly walking towards it.

Alexander's ears pinned back against his skull, afraid if it was her in some way, "Open the door..." he quietly whispered, crawling behind the sofa to hide. Zoya pulled the door open, finding 6'5 tall Borzoi woman with long auburn hair with a eggshell white and pale amber marbled pelage similar to hers, not to mention a notably sized yet modest bosom, wearing a french maid outfit "As they say in America, Surprise motherfuckah?" she said in english though her accent was still thick despite having the opportunity on her flight to watch an American TV series about a Homicide investigator leading a double life as a serial killer. The young husky smiled and hugged her tightly, "Mom!... How? And why are you in a maid outfit?" she said, slightly creeped out by the uniform.

Katherine gently smiled, kissing her daughter on the forehead, "Now where's my dear sweet Pupsik? I do so miss him, and feel dreadfully bored." she said in her native tongue, her fluffy tail wagged in anticipation as she walked around her new home. She quickly found her beau cowering behind the couch, "Uhh... Hi Katherine!" he feyly answered. The Borzoi mother looked at him with a sadistic domineering stare, "There's my favorite toy, come here sweetheart. Let's christen the bedroom!" she said as Alex found himself over his spouse's shoulder, whimpering both fear and anxiety.

She made her way up the steps, then turned towards her spawn, "Let's go shopping later, I need clothes and maybe let's add onto your wardrobe, understand?" she said, hauling her hubby around akin to a foot locker. Zoya smiled, "okay." she said, somewhat relieved to have her mother home after all this time. Her father was irked by the fact she didn't answer his question, "Not fair, I wanted to go fishing..." he quietly mumbled.

His spouse's diligent ears didn't hesitate snatching his words out of the air, "Fishing sounds lovely but speaking of fish, what reeks of wet bitch?" she said in Russian, detecting an unusual scent that aroused her suspicion. She turned her attention to her husband, "Have you been sleeping with strange girls, Pupsik?... Otherwise, I'll have to visit them." she threatened, tightening her grip on him. Alexander shook his head, "No, but our little radost might have a little l?stéc..." he said, ensuring his daughter didn't escape the narrows of her confession from before.

Katherine beamed from ear to ear, glowing with motherly pride, "Intriguing, I thought you were interested in flaxen haired blondes like your little friend Latalya in second grade, well, Pleasant to learn that there is a chance of grandchildren in my future." she teased, enacting a ballot upon her spawn's nerves in her devious mischief. Zoya flatlined as she watched her parents fled upstairs, laughing triumphantly at knocking her down a notch, "Do I really look like a lesbian?" she wondered. She went to the kitchen and cleaned off the table, stashing any leftovers in the fridge then stepped outside to make a call.

Rociel, dressed to nines for an interview in full suit, skirt and tie with her sleek framed glasses adorned her face, standing outside the Rockwood condominium complex at the gate, sitting on her Aerotek Motorcycle after arguing with the security guard. Her Datapad rang its generic bing bong tone with caller ID registering Zoya, "Hello, this is Jason's phone, He's not here at the moment because... Well, I killed him, bleep!" she answered, repeating her voice message. The husky humphed, "God damit Rociel, I hate that voicemail..." she cursed until she was interrupted.

The hyena giggled sadistically, "So what's up bitch? Everything hunky dory in the land of Latkas and Food stamps?" she said in an attempt to satiate her boredom. Zoya bit her lower lip, cringing in irritation, "... Okay who did you blow to get my mother all the way from Volgograd and past customs?" she questioned, believing her comrade was responsible. Rociel, still in her fit of laughter, found the Husky's absentmindness endearing, " Mea est voluntas dei verbum, you know that I will do what I say. It's simple really, I paid someone to do it, and sent it through the various vines till someone said yes. After all, we wouldn't want a US citizen harmed on foreign soil, do we?" she said, maintaining her air of superiority.

Zoya was sickened to the core by Rociel's arrogant tone "You're fucking annoying you know that... The world doesn't work according to your stupid rules. " she hissed, despite the cards weren't in her favor. Rociel closed her eyes, "Listen Zoya, as your friend, I'm here to help you be the best you can be as person. Now, are you person or a monkey that's going to fling their shit around with the rest of the filthy troglodytes? Because you have it made, you have both your parents now, you have a boyfriend and your grades are doing well. Do you want me to destroy the reagents to your happy life?" she asked in a serious tone, though not particularly motivated to do so after all her effort. Ms. Markov's ears pinned against her head, understanding she was fully capable of doing so, "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm nervous about my mom, I haven't seen her in a while and she wants to go shopping with me later..." she explained, immediately humbled by Ms. Hentzel's threat.

Rociel understood her situation in that regard, "It's like the time my Father went away for a few months when I was six, Cell and I were so paranoid that he'd never come back. You have nothing to fear, it's only going to get better from here on in, soon your Mother will find work and your Dad might be able to find a new job at the Workshop that Aerotek is opening up in the southern part of town so take that as you will." she said, hoping to hear something positive for a change from her normally miserable companion. Zoya perked up at the news, recalling the industrial warehouse by the old railroad tracks that was undergoing renovation, "That's what they've been building? Are they looking for mechanical engineers because my dad has been working as machinist since we've been here." she said, curious about it. The adolescent innovator was surprised at the fact Mr. Markov had that level of education, "Well, Couldn't hurt look it up, anyway, I got to run. Talk to you later!" she said, ending the call.

The crossbreed sighed, trying the intercom to the security booth, "Hey can you let me in, I'm trying to see O." she said, her impatience growing with every second of her schedule passing. The Video interface popped up showing Felix, the security officer, "Sorry, there isn't an Owa here and your face doesn't match any prior visitors." he said, mishearing her due to the static in the commlink. Rociel pinched the bridge of nose in aggravation, "Kenashi O? Son of Hadei O, whom is probably finishing up banging the brains out of my dad?" she bluntly stated, gritting her teeth out of habit as she crossed her arms.

He realized who she was talking about, albeit a little creeped out by the last part of her sentence, "Oh Ken! Yeah I'll let you on through, give me a minute." he said, remembering Mr. O normally had his friends visit him. Rociel was glad she didn't have to deal with the inept guard, "Alright, and clean your ears or fix the microphone!" she smirked, parking her motorcycle underneath one of the carports. She walked up to the O residence, knocking on the door, "Tick tock, its 8'o'clock, time to get up. You wanted to talk so let's talk! " she said, banging on the door.

Kenashi hastily opened entrance, greeted with the last knock meeting his skull dead center of his forehead, inadvertently stunned by Rociel's innate placid strength. He kneeled down, dazed from the blow to his skull, "Son of bitch... Damn that stings!" he whined, slowly reorienting himself to his surrounding, leaning on the wall adjacent to the frame. Her lips frowned, covering them up in shame, "I'm so sorry Kenashi! I didn't mean to bop ya'." she said, truly apologetic for striking him.

The Ill dressed adolescent Fox, adorned in a tank and gym shorts, yawned as the pain subsided, "Well come on in, want coffee? I have that norwegian stuff you like." he said, still drowsy. Rociel glowed at the offer, happy he wasn't upset with her, "Can I have that coffee cold?" she teased, sensing her hormones surging as she drew closer to the heights of her crimson flow. Mr. O took a minute to comprehend her lingo, cracking a grin, "Let's have coffee first, I just woke up and I'm kind of hungry..." he said, his stomach growling angrily for food. She giggled, following him into his domecile, "Don't worry, I like my meat tender and soft." she humored, her mind fixated on food as well...

... The sound of kettle whistled with steam billowing into the air, accompanied by the cascade of coffee falling into a pair of cups, then a dune of sugar danced with Rociel's spoon in her black mire of Arabian gold. Ken took his with milk and lightly sugared with a side snack of cherry crepes, "Figures you take your coffee black, anyway, you left this little guy behind." he said, pulling out a circular holographic projector disk. Her eyes alight, fearing she'd been caught red-handed, "Uhh, you aren't mad that I mapped out your neural pathways while you were sleeping to create cyberspacial model for the foundation of a Metastable self aware sentient intelligence." she professed, explaining her method in the process.

One question lingered in Kenashi's mind, why him, "So out of all the people you know, why make an AI from me? He's cool and all that, but it doesn't exactly pan out to me, why?" he probed, his curiosity piqued with the bitter taste on his lips. She feyly smiled, staring at him in a gentle gaze, "You know why, you're ambitious and possess certain drives that are hard to find, plus you understand emotion better than I do on an interpersonal level." she said, recalling her experiences with him. He blushed at her compliments, happy to hear that for once, "Yeah, my mom says my dad was like that, He always wanted something." he said, gently smiling.

Rociel hummed lightly, looking at him sympathetically, "You can always have my father if you like, He's always chocked full of secrets and hidden wisdom. I already know about his life lessons and seeing where I get with them, so far, they've done well for me." she detailed. He couldn't resist chuckling at the idea, "What's his secret to getting laid because, well, you know..." Ken asked, curious to how such an unassuming man was able to secure multiple partners. Her face turned to an almost predatory glint in her eye, "To be honest, I fed Hadei to the sharks... My mothers tear their prey apart then my father moves in for the kill, nabbing up the bloody soaking mess of flesh. I witness them do it to one another, a vicious unending cycle of brazen carnage. Boldness and honest intentions are what slips your finger on the pussy trigger, along with how you look at another." she explained, deep in thought of how to demonstrate it.

Kenashi pondered before enacting a flirty air, tugging at his own lips with his teeth, "Like that?" he asked, wondering if he was actually doing it right. The crossbreed corrected him with her eyes, staring him down with a predatory glare saying "I want you..." in the worst manner possible. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up in fear while another stood in an anticipation, fraught with a mix of anxiety and excitement, his eyes trapped in her spell as if his body was frozen, "I see..." he uttered accompanied by a shiver down his spine. Rociel arose from her seat, still staring at him, her buttons slowly coming undone until she pounced...

... 10:00 AM, Hadei walked up to the second floor of the condominium complex and silently crept through her front door, "K-k-..." she almost spoke but quieted herself, listening to grunts and moans coming from Ken's room. She stepped lightly throughout her home, pressing her ear against the recently replaced door, fortunately her phone was off until Rociel's voice was heard, "Hmm?", when her cellular booted online. The noises turned to beastly cries then an exhale of release, "Oh fu...!" from a certain hyena.

Ms. O cringed at the fact she was caught in catching them in the act, sitting down on her armchair, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Rociel came out the bedroom with Kenashi in tow, both fully dressed in dayclothes, "Do you two have something explain to me?" Hadei probed in a gentle tone. She couldn't time it better, watching the crossbreed briefly hugging her son then pecking him on the cheek and a pat on the shoulder.

Rociel didn't care that she'd been caught, the truth about their association was simple, they both possessed needs that often went unfulfilled, " Ms. O, Ken is assisting me in regards to a personal issue and aiding in fulfilling a psychological need for... 'Intimacy' while in turn, I help him with his 'issues'. It is only reasonable I 'utilize' his 'services' since he's my ''friend'." she coldly professed with a blank face. Ken's mother was taken back by the overwhelming bluntness of the confession, "Well... As long as no one feels taken advantage of between the two of you, I'm okay with it. I hope Akira is okay with it..." she said, utilizing advice from her favorite doctor about parenting. The adolescent hyena smiled, she liked the vixen lady's answer and felt appropriate to share in her sick sense of humor, "Oh she tends be rather happy 'between' us, I like 'sharing' with Kenashi here." she replied, giggling sadistically.

Hadei's face went pale as specter's, either from the possibility she knew about her little adventure to a hot spring for an 'accidental' 'encounter' with a good doctor and his beaus, or the fact that Ms. Hentzel was comfortable enough around her to crack a joke like that in front of her. Rociel kept laughing, her own sure tell sign of happiness, "Anyway, I have to rescue my little sister if you are back already. Come on Kenashi! I'll need you to help pull them apart, if not literally." she said, walking out the door. Ken nodded his head, waiting a moment while she prepped her ride, "She is helping me and Akira with some things, I can't exactly say what but you get the idea." he explained to his progenitor. She sighed, out of relief mainly that he wasn't experiencing another mistake, "I understand, now go have fun with your friends. I need to figure some things out myself as well." she said, smiling back at him, proudly knowing he wasn't slipping back into his old routine.

The sound of an electric motor revving kicked in with an droning buzz, Kenashi came downstairs to view the pearly ebon machine whose owner gladly pressed her thighs against the sleek carbon polymer body, "Now I know the type of girl you are..." he said, teasing her about her taste as he hopped on behind her. Rociel, clueless to what he meant by it, tilted her head towards him, "What's that's supposed to mean?... And scoot back a little, you're poking me." she said, slightly discomforted by his presence. He moved back on the dual seat, before placing his hands on her sides to secure himself, "It's an old saying, you can tell a lot about someone's taste in partner by their favorite ride, knowing you it's probably true." he said, figuring a way to tease her.

This captured the technopath's full attention, her ears perked up from their lax state, "Oh really now? Care to detail what my motorcycle says about me, considering I designed it in the first place?" she said, challenging his perceptual accuracy. He scanned over the finely crafted piece of american engineering made in Japan, "Well, first thing I notice its large, sturdy, and probably take a beating. secondly, It has gyroscopes by the way its able to balance regardless of which way I move. Third, the speedometer says it can go up to a 300 miles per hour, which says the engine is meant for performance and giving the rider adrenaline rush from going breakneck speeds. Not to mention its a motorcycle, meaning you like to travel and follow your own rules while doing so, but it means you'd never commit to a long term relationship unless you define it with your own rules. You basically want a guy who is gentle, stable and balanced but is enduring, both in body and emotion, and won't stop to step up to your level, and can be independent from you if needed. In bed, you want to leave exhausted when you get it on but intensely intimate, if not somewhat kinky and be submissive yet powerful." he explained, recalling how his own father profiled people according to their vehicle of choice.

Rociel went slack-jawed at the appalling yet truthful description that painted a portrait of her ideal man, "He also can't fit any known stereotype but you want him to be bit of renegade and adventurous..." Kenashi0 continued in his observation of her preferences. She couldn't believe the words that flowed from his lips, it almost heresy to hear an image verbally painted with such authenticity, " ... Yet you wonder why I made an AI from neural scans of your brain?" she said, breathlessly overwhelmed by his understanding of her taste. He thought about it for moment, comprehending her logic behind it, "I see your point now." he replied, before they departed through the gate.

Kenashi watched the townscape as it slowly faded into the misted forests of Western Oregon, until he saw a tall home in a clearing, noting its structure for its quaint charm, "Americana..." he thought. Ms. Hentzel pulled up to the porch adjacent to the kitchen, hopping off her motorbike and dismissing it back to its storage compartment in the town, "Shhh!" she shushed with silence in mind. They stepped in effortlessly, watching their footing on tiling to conceal their presence, finding a half dressed wolf and bunny asleep upright on the couch, "Oh that is cute." Rociel commented, enabling the camera on her datapad.

The natural lighting from the cathedral ceiling window made the photo perfect with the two cuddled together, "Looks like they watched a couple movies after passing out, Akira and I do it all the time." Ken said, peeking at the image. One aspect of the Hentzel home was out of place, the scent of it was off with the faint of odor of male sweat, "Time to wake them up, we have to cover Caesar's presence..." she said, pulling out a box of chocolate chip pancake mix from the pantry cabinets with bananas and peanut butter from the fridge. He sat down at the dining table, watching her begin cooking, "So why not just wake them up? Caesar is easy, just pinch his nose and he's up." he said, utilizing this method countless times to awaken the Dream wandering esper.

The smell of pancakes on the stove filled the air with scent of chocolate and peanuts accompanying the smell of fresh bananas, the sizzle of boar bacon followed shortly after, "Ken, I wouldn't be sitting there if I were you..." Rociel forewarned with stern expression. Kenashi looked at his seat the dining table that was closest to the kitchen, "Ookaay.." he said, heeding her words by changing his spot. She smiled, glad he listened to her warning, "Good, cause Cell would have knocked you of her chair." she said

Celestine's rosy pink nose wiggled and waggled, detecting the aromatic breakfast treat as her eyes opened, turning to see her favorite pancakes stacked high next to a bottle of blueberry syrup, "Ooooooooo!" she cooed in delight. She launched herself from the couch in mad dash, tripping over Caesar's lap, accidentally awaking him in her stampede. The lavender furred bunny vaulted over the back of the sofa, eagerly taking her seat, "Thank you sissy!... And Hi Kenny!" she said, greeting the unexpected guest home in her cheerful demeanor.

Kenashi gently waved, leaning to his side, watching the lagomorph's tail wriggling a mile a minute for some reason, "So Caesar stayed with you while your sister was away at her interview?" he said, trying his best to keep a straight face. Celestine smiled while she was being served her preferred meal of the day, "Yes! We 'played' together while no one was around!" she said in a bright tone, as Caesar sat next to her with sand in his eyes. The 16 year old Fox couldn't resist asking one question, "So How do you make it fit? " he said snickering, remembering the time he let Caesar use his shower and caught glimpse of something unsightly.

Celestine's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, while her courtier followed suite, "So what if he's a little too wide, it makes up for not being long..." she said, trying to defend Mr. Traugott's pride. Kenashi started laughing, looking the massive flapjacks on her plate, "No I meant all that food and how you keep your figure?" he said, evading the true nature of his question. Caesar carried the guiltiest expression ever on his face, but couldn't help to notice his consort's anxiety, so he slipped his hand on her back then locked lips with her for a brief moment and smacked her on the rear, leaving a handprint in her soft fur.

Rociel witnessed the wolf's act, covering her mouth to speak no evil, secretly happy for little sister, "Cell, you walked right into that one, and forshame Mr. O for setting her up." she said, giggling at her confession. Ken couldn't hide his own envy, "Alright, you caught me, but I did kind of set her up with Caesar in a way." he said, considering the events that lead to this point in time. Cell fumed at him, furious that he tricked her into saying what she said, "No you didn't Ping Pong! You set your Mom up to get plowed by our parents and Rociel set them up in the same resort room." She remarked, trying to irk Kenashi.

A hand planted itself on Rociel's raven haired scalp, sending a bolt of fear through her as if Death crept on her shoulder, "Oh really now?" a man's voice said. Kenashi sensed her aura diminish to an ember before feeling a dark maroon presence behind him, and a pair of masculinely feminine hands set upon his shoulder, "Oh son of bitch..." he thought. Caesar was in the same boat with a palm tapping it's index finger on his head, "Same here buddy..." he said telepathically to his comrade, failing to sense the presence of three minds absent of thought plus an unborn one.

Celestine looked around to see her father and mothers behind her cohorts, "Oh we are so boned!..."she said to summarize the situation. Dr. Hentzel begged to differ in this regard, clearly understanding the scenario at play, "Not exactly, anyway, Good morning to Mr. O and I presume the other gentlemen here is Mr. Traugott. By the way Caesar, your mother called and wants you home by Sabbath tomorrow." he said, considering Kazadine was one of his patients that frequently set up appointments with him. Cell's first instinct was to run and hide but was afraid her eldest would drag her down as well, "Are we trouble?" she asked, still eating her breakfast.

Jacklyn idly smiled, relinquishing her grip on the Fox before leaning against the back of the couch with her arms crossed, "Meh, I'm on the fence with these two on what they want to do. Frankly, I don't like being set up but I had waaay too much fun!" she said with an antagonizing grin. Kaina did the same as her partner, standing next to her with arm wrapped around her shoulder, "You should know better not to invite anyone over unless we know they're here in case anything happens to you or them." she said, reminding them of the house rules which were framed on the wall next to the door. Rhyne stretched his neck, deciding on how to handle the matter, "...in this case, I'll make an exception for the children and since my little RoRo paid for our little venture, but these gentlemen are going to have a conversation with is." he said, hugging his firstborn from behind.

The Good Doctor sent his daughters upstairs after the youngest finished her meal, sending Caesar out on the porch while Kaina cleaned the kitchen. Outside on the patio, the adolescent wolf took a seat with a pen and paper in hand, "So what do you want to talk about?" he wrote, anxious if he was in trouble. Rhyne sat across from the table between them, sighing in relief as he saw the rain fall from the clouds looming overhead, "About the nature of your relationship with Cell, just some questions that any parent would ask and to provide you an understanding of her psyche" he said.

Caesar relaxed slightly, prepared to answer anything thrown at him, "Sure, fire away!" he wrote down, smiling without worry of persecution. Rhyne took off his glasses to enjoy the view from the porch, "You understand that Celestine isn't like other girls? She's been 'blessed' with my 'Gift' that lets me see the world from a different perspective and causes me to function differently from other people. In her mind, Obsession is a powerful motivation and combined with a goal, it drives her to fulfill this psychological need to satiate this desire. " he explained, reflecting on himself in a way.

His ears pinned against his skull, now fearing for himself, "Should I be worried?" Caesar wrote, concerned if it would become a problem later on. The elder Hyena shook his head, "Nah, So far from my perspective, she's completed two of her goals, Obtaining you and the other 'thing' but I'd worry about her establishing the schema of you as something that could toyed with and abused. Of course, I worry about her being taken advantage of but to be fair, it can happen vice versa and you seem like a gentlemen cause your mother is one of the most kind and mentally sound people I know despite her disability." he said, hoping that said kindness was passed on to him. He looked at him stunned that he'd said such a contracting compliment though partially true, "My mom? Mentally sound?" he signed, thinking she was out of her gourd all the time.

Rhyne was baffled at the confusion, "She's Unorthodox but I don't see how she is psychotic, she fits the criteria of a perfectly healthy psyche. Hell, in our sessions, she likes to flirt but for her faith, it's appropriate to express such interest and even tries to invite my spouses and I to her rituals but I politely decline despite my curiosity. " he explained with a clear head, trying to avoid thinking anything else.

Caesar probed deep into his would-be interrogator's mind, trying dig hard in his memories, though hinder by the intoxicating ideas in his mind, "You are telling the truth." he wrote. Dr. Hentzel felt the Psyker gently pry through his thoughts, "Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to read someone's mind?" he replied, before recalling one of his favorite memories. The adolescent telepath was still linked and trapped witnessing Celestine's Birthday, Numero Zero, Day 1, "No!" he signed, unable to scream for help...

Meanwhile, inside in the living room, Kenashi wasn't without his own troubles with Rociel's mother staring him down, "Now, you want to explain why you two were 'together'?" she asked. He figured it was fruitless to evade the truth, "Uhh Rociel came onto Akira a few days ago then dragged me into a threesome before she went to her Aerotek interview and came back this morning for coffee and breakfast. She made it hard to say no with that look in her eye..." he said, confessing his guilt. Jacklyn raised her brow, cringing at possibility it was the dreaded glare that she encountered daily, "Oh please don't tell it's that "I wanna fuck you raw!" look, her father does it and its like staring into the abyss then it looking back. I've stared down cobras, and that look is more bewitching than their glare, I tell yah." she said, sympathizing on the power of hypnotic gaze.

The Fox exhaled, sighing in relief but still frightened by the pregnant crossbreed, "So I'm not in trouble?... Because I thought you were about to grill me about her, you know?" he said, considering he never had to face an awkward moment like this before. Jacklyn glanced at Calendar on the wall, "Yeaaah, I'm gonna to outright say it, It's weird and I don't care for it. You also have to be careful cause when those happy feelgood hormones ware off, then comes the nightmarish hell awaits and you are so fucked Jason!" she said, forewarning of the impending torment of depression, crying and desperation for attention.

Kenashi's ears perked in worry, concerned what she meant by that, "Ummm why?" he replied. Jacklyn started laughing out of the blue with a familiar sadistic smile, "Let's just say my little braniac and her daddy believe in consequences to everything you do, and your the one who decided to 'help' her out now. You gonna get a rude awakening in about couple days, and its going to a bloodbath!" she said, contemplating something distasteful in her mind. He envisioned Rociel's own description of her hormonal crash, "Oh, her PMS? I'd don't think its that bad..." he said, unaware of the real truth.

Jacklyn bit her own lower lip, "It's way worse than that buckaroo! When I was kid, I'd be balling my eyes out and feeling downright depressed. Her on the other hand, she freaks out if there isn't anyone there to keep her company. Its kind of good now you and her are buddy-buddy, along with the fact she's making some real friends instead of literally making them cause its kind of creepy and it's great Celestine has that kind of 'Buddy'." she explained, rather optimistic about her revelations involving Ken's friendship with her daughter. He was surprised that she was handling it so well, "So you're not mad or anything? Because I thought you would be a lot meaner." he said, his mind portraying her as a hardcore badass from the stories her heard. She snickered her oddly disturbing giggle that was somewhat annoying, "Oh that's just when I used to do PMC work, I had fun doing that cause I got to beat people up and bust down doors, besides I am not a prude. Look at me, I got myself a gentleman and a sexy bunbun along with your mom and it's just the reality of how relationships work. They're not always cut and dry like all these candyass movies show on TV where the guy always gets the girl or vice versa, they're motherfucking complex!" she said, sharing her wisdom from the past two decades, trying to be fair and understanding.

Kaina blushed when she heard the compliment, happy by the acknowledgement before Kenashi said, "I'd never thought you were that smart but I guess Rociel gets it from both." he said, proverbially putting his foot in his mouth. Jacklyn's left eye twitched, severely irritated by his repeated assumption, "That's it, I'm keelhauling someone!" she said, before immediately deterred by a swift jab in her abdomen inside the womb.She cringed in pain, while he sympathized with her discomfort, "Are you alright?" he asked, wondering how far along Ms. Amirr was in her pregnancy.

Jacklyn leaned forward hammering her fist on the leather upholstery, biting her lower lip,"Not the first time my guts got turned into a punching bag! The worst is that I'm craving sushi and I don't even care for fish..." she explained, recalling her first time as a mother. One thought Ken that failed to pass his mind was to keep his hands away from her as he tried to prevent her from falling over, before she grasped his with a steel-clad grip, "Ayaheee! Let go!" he begged with his palm pinned beneath the vice of her strength. Kaina fortunately came to his rescue by caressing her mistress's shoulders, taking her mind off the pain then releasing the poor boy's bruised leftie, "There we are, should we start using the baby oil for your stomach again?" she said in a sweet tone, subduing the slightly cranky Hyena.

Kenashi kept his silence but his eyes teared up while his hand throbbed heavily, "Son of bitch that smarts..." he whined, standing to see if he could have Rociel's aid. He walked up the spiral metallic staircase, finding celestine curled up in her eldest's lap as she sat the floor, "So did you have fun with Caesar while I was away?" she said, nuzzled against her. The young rabbit was glowing while her cheeks flushed a rosy red with happiness, "Yah! I had alooot of fun! Now I hope dad doesn't scare him away." she said, overcome with the sensation of specialness.

He laughed a bit, comparing the Hentzel sister's parents to Caesar's folks, "Trust me, your parents are normal compared to them, his Mom is a freaking tycho and she really fucks everything up everytime I try to play a game against him. It sucks!" Ken said, recalling the times Ms. Kazadina played fate. Celestine raised her brow, curious to what he meant, "What's a tycho?" she asked, unfamiliar with the slangism. Rociel cringed at the idea of such an esper, her gut wrenching from the mere thought, "You know how your a Botano and I am Techno, Right? Well, a Tycho manipulates probability and they are the biggest headaches in the world. They can make certain things predetermined, and I absolutely despise the concept of destiny!" she hissed in general disdain, though in the back of her mind wondering if Caesar's success was because of her intervening.

Celestine's jubilation turned sour, feeling almost violated in some manner, "That is not fair! So not fair!!!" she said, storming down the steps in a fury. She spotted Caesar and her father coming inside, finishing up their conversation as she glared malevolently at him, "What's wrong?" her progenitor asked. The wolf was clueless too, before she tackled him to the ground, pinning him face first against the tiling, "You cheating shisno!" she shouted in rage.

The Rabbit pulled his leg back, almost as if she was trying to rip it off, "You never told me your mom was a Tycho!" she said, nearly ballistic to point where Rociel's fury wasn't a match. Rhyne was tempted to intervene but was dissuaded by the mention of Tychokinesis, "Oh, I'm definitely staying out of this one until someone gets hurt." he said, taking a seat in the living room and letting this issue sort itself out. Caesar whimpered in fear that his new companionship with her would be short lived, "You ratted me out you son of bitch!" he spoke in Ken's mind.

Kenashi snickering echoed throughout the house, his pain relieved by the righteous retribution, "Payback's a bitch!" he said, finally letting his comrade feel the karmic sting. Celestine lacked the strength her eldest possessed but compensated for it with skill and years of practice against her sister's brutal maneuvers, "Now tell me, did your mom use her tycho-thingie to make it so we 'played' together? Cause that is extremely horrible!" she said, her hopes and emotions dashed by the idea of another pulling the strings. Caesar, afraid to turn his head and see a pair of angered eyes, surrendered by smacking his palm on the floor, before hearing the dreaded words slip from her lips, "You liar!".

Celestine stormed off back into her bedroom, releasing him from her hold as she started crying in her bed, "Dirty dirty shisno!" she cursed in her pillow. Her father knew it wasn't his fault and Rociel wasn't too far behind in the notion herself, "Oh quit yer crying yancy! For fuck's sake, it isn't his fault and his mother has like zilch to do with it because I threatened to kick his ass if he didn't show up. I didn't want you be alone while I went to my interview, which went quite well since I'm now an innovator of the future for Aerotek, plus I wanted you to get laid to get you over that angsty bullshit about sex." she said, considering she had more involvement in regards to her alone time with thae young traugott. Kenashi seized the opportunity to avoid any potential flak from Rociel for instigating the upswing of emotions, "Yeah, and I texted him your address so I sort of helped." he said, hoping it was enough to evade a lashing. Soon enough, she was happy again with a impassioned vigor as she hugged Kenashi and Rociel with her tail wiggling a mile minute once more, "Thank you thank you thank!" she chanted then dashing the steps. Her eldest sighed in relief, "Thank god thats over with! I don't need a hypercharged little sister worrying about where's she getting her Caesar fix." she said, her nerves riled with anxiety.

Caesar picked himself off the floor only to meet it once again as Celestine pounced on him, greeting him with a kiss on her lips, "I'm so sorry I got mad at you!" she apologized, hugging him. He was a little dazed and confused, but thought it be best to take the diplomatic approach, "It's okay, I understand ..." he signed. She smiled before grabbing him by the ankles, "Playtime! Round Two!" she cheered, dragging a worried wolf out the kitchen door. He signed for help but only answered by her father's words, "I warned ya boy!..." he said, reminding him that his actions possessed consequences.

A few minutes later, Kaina saw a Giant Venus flytrap with caesar dangling by his leg upside down inside the plant's maw through the living room window, "Should I worry?" she asked, sitting next to her spouses on the sofa. Rhyne shook his head in denial, "Nah, He'll be fine, worst case scenario is he finds himself in the hospital or us having grandchildren early." he said, intentionally isosynchronous with his meaning. Rociel poked her head down from the stairwell, "She's on the N-net and some BC I made, don't worry!" she bragged then giggling in her madness. Jacklyn stared at her daughter, "That makes me worry even more!" she said, haunted by the series of quack inventions that ended in total failure or had unintended of rendering men sterile for a month.

Kenashi played witness to the display from the loft window of his comrade engulfed inside a mutant gargantuan flytrap's mouth, strangely horrified yet intrigued by it, "You know, they look like a good couple together from this angle." he said, wishing he had a camera to commemorate the moment. Rociel stepped next to him to watch the carnage unfold, "Yeah, my sister's insane and he's patient as a saint, hope they can work it out. Now I hope I can find a boyfriend..." she said, idly playing with the pearly spiral charm necklace on her neck. He only imagined the tremendous effort she would have to go through, "You'd have better luck climbing Mount Everest!" he teased, unaware of the Black Rose Society Flag atop the world. She jabbed him in his arm and replied with a prompt ''Fuck you!" from her scorning lips...