Making New Friends (Fallon tag Sebastian)

[Fallon Cotton]

Fallon was enjoying herself. She found anew friend, which was good. Fallon loved making friends. She felt sad for Sebastian. He had a tough life. She was glad his life seemed to be turning around. Of course she did not know his whole story, but from what he said her heard wept for the young man. Fallon smiled when he laid his head on her shoulder. She continued to eat her snow cone with a smile on her face. When Sebastian invited her to dinner she bit her inner lip. It was not that she did not want to go, but more like her medication needed to be taken at seven and this would take her two hours past. Althought a few hours should not matter. She was Bipolar, not sick. As long as she took the pill when she got home, all would be good.

"I would love to. I must check with my mom first, but I am sure she will say yes." Fallon hoped. Even if her mother said no, Fallon would still go. Defying her mother was what Fallon did. Although Fallon loved her mother, she sometimes felt her mother was too strict when it came to Fallon. All because she was Bipolar. Fallon was fine as long as she had her meds. "Let me just give her a quick call."

Fallon pulled out her phone and told her mom, "Yes, I will have a way home. Thad knows him mom, trust me." She said a hint of pleading in her voice. Fallon finally hung up the phone, "My mom agreed as long as I have a ride home." Fallon gave Sebastian a smile. Most people would not go home with a stranger, fellow student or not. However, Ezzie vouched for the guy, he knew Thad and Fal felt very comfortable with Sebastian. "I would like to keep talking to you too. I think we can be good friends." Fallon told him with a big smile as she finished her snow cone.

"You live in Hollywood. That's nice. I have never been there before." She was very excited. New friend, new place to explore. Score. Fallon was enjoying this day more and more. It was nice especially after the specticle she witnessed with Phil, Annie and everyone else. Phil's words had hurt her deeply. Very deeply. Fal herself, although she knew she prefered men, but she felt a small attraction to women and for Phil to not accept that hurt. However, now that sorrow was replaced by a new friend and happiness.

[Sebastian Flambert]

OOC - Whoops, I forgot to say that Sebastian's actually from Beverley Hills... Let's just say that they stopped by Hollywood on the way. My mistake

Smiling happily, Sebastian leapt up from his seated position on the grass with the vigor of a six year old school boy, helping up Fallon onto her feet with one firm pulling motion.

"What?" asked Sebastian, his eyes raising upwards in mock disbelief, "Y-You've never been to Hollywood before?"

The boy stooped down low to pick up both of their backpacks, throwing one hand over his eyes in a theatrical gesture.

"W-Why.. Fallon.." he quipped, "Q-Quite frankly, I-I'm disappointed in you.."

He peeked out from between his fingers to check up on her reaction to his dramatic display, and was pleased to find that she actually found it rather humorous. Despite his reputation for being a reclusive introvert, Sebastan nevertheless possessed a puckish sense of humor that occasionally would rise to the surface depending on the occasion.

"Well..." he sighed, offering his hand, "I.. I suppose we'll have to make it the best Hollywood visit ever, then... Okay?'

He took another lick of his ice cream, and grinned.

"The.. The bus is that way."
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Ten Minutes Later

Surprisingly enough, traffic wasn't nearly as bad as Sebastian had originally thought it to be, and the bus ride to Hollywood actually proceded along without any major mishap. Within minutes, the familiar Los Angeles scenery shifted into palm trees, the Kodak Theater, and the weird antics of Hollywood boulevard as the bus approached Sebastian's neighborhood.

Fallon and Sebastian were quite the sight; a pair of teens sharing a seat on the crowded bus, eating ice cream with a single blue blanket slung over the both of their shoulders.

A transvestite flashed a friendly grin from across the aisle, waving at the pair before standing upright to get off of his/her stop.

Sebastian waved back, still licking away at the pistachio flavored scoop of his ice cream cone.

"I.. I suppose you've heard of Hollywood Boulevard?"

Actors and actresses alike filled the sidewalks outside the Kodak theater, dressed up in a variety of costumes. From his window seat in the bus, Sebastian could visibly see a group of Stormtroopers marching up and down the streets with blasters drawn, attempting to solicit a huge crowd of tourists to take photos with them.

"We're almost there."

The city scene soon changed as Beverly Hills came in sight, transforming into a picturesque environment of massive mansions, exotic villas, and beautiful homes. Tourists aboard the bus hurridly yanked out their cameras, snapping wild photos of the houses.

"This is our stop." spoke Sebastian, standing up from his seat.

He pulled lightly on the stop line of the bus, bringing the driver to a slow halt in the middle of the road. Helping Fallon up with his free hand, the boy gave the driver a polite smile before handing over their fare.

"T-Thanks.."

Leading his new friend by the hand, Sebastian stepped lightly off the bus and proceded to walk across the street, finishing the last of his ice cream in the process. Beverly Hills was notorious for being the home of the excessively wealthy, and showed every single penny of it through its ridiculously extravagant furnishings.

The pair reached a wrought iron gate with a single imput box on the outside. Scratching his chin, Sebastian punched in a few numbers onto the imput box's register, and was quickly rewarded with a small green light flashing in acceptance of the password.

The iron gate automatically swung open, revealing a villa behind it.



It was... large, to say the least.. and could easily be the envy of many a movie star due to its superb architecture, splendid landscaping, and ever present array of water fountains. Several cars lay parked in a parking lot adjacent to the main patio, surrounded by a wall of hedges painstakingly trimmed to perfection by Shayne's garden staff.

Roses, lilacs, and a host of other flowers lined the walkway to the villa's front door.

"Erm..." mumbled Sebastian, unsure of what to say about his 'house'.

"I guess.. Th-this is my home.." he paused, scratching his chin. "I think... That you're probably... the first one other than Shayne and I.. to visit.."

Sebastian glanced quickly over at Fallon, trying to gauge her reaction. It truly was the first time he had actually brought someone over to his house, and he was unsure of what she'd think of it.

Is it too big?

He blinked.

Maybe... Maybe she thinks it's too big..

Unconsciously, he began to nibble, and then suck on his thumb as a slight wave of anxiety overtook him.

"Erm..." he mumbled, sheepishly looking downwards to the ground.

"Sh-Shayne kinda likes to live it up, a bit..."

[Thad Cotton]

Thad sat at his desk, typing furiously. He religiously stalked Sidra's blog, if only so that he could write inane comments to all her posts. She should have disabled commenting on her blog, but there were a handful of friends whose comments she actually enjoyed, and as they had the same IP she couldn't very well ban his IP from posting.

"Awww, my comments dis'ppeared!" He whined, loud enough for her to hear him across the hall. "Why you gotta keep flaggin' me as spam?!"

"Because YOU ARE spam!" the vampire girl yelled back frustrated. It didn't matter how many times she flagged him or blocked his user name, he made new ones. Every time. If he wasn't her little brother she would have throttled him. But he was her brother, and inspite of a lot (a whole hell of a lot) she loved him.

"STOP IT!" Another comment was deleted with more venom than was absolutely necessary, from an outsider's point of view anyway. "I'll put magnets on your computer if you don't knock it off, twerp!"

"Am noooot!!" He denied, determined to make one comment that she didn't delete. "You're jus' pickin' on me!!! Mooooom, make her stooooooop!!" He added, as Deborah Cotton poked her head around the corner.

"Sidra, Thad, could I ask the two of you a favor?" The dark-haired woman inquired sweetly. "Fallon decided to eat dinner with a boy named ahhh Sebastian Flambert? Could you go and check on her and make sure she takes her meds, please?" She held out a small plastic bottle in the palm of her hand.

"Hey, Fal met Seb too?" Thad grinned, reminiscing on the food fight, "Spiffy! He tol' me where he lived and everythin', all in Beverly Hills or summin', I got it wrote down somewhere." He informed his mother, diving for his as yet unopened book-bag.

Irritated and in no real mood to be stuck in a small space with Thad for a car ride, Sidra leaned back in her black papsan chair and scowled.

"She knows to take her meds."

The look she got from her mother was not one worth arguing against so with a sight, Si removed herself from her chair and grabbed her keys. "Fine, but if he gets thrown from the car on the causeway it's not my fault."

Wiggling her fingers at her brother to follow her to the car, the Gothic beauty wondered momentarily who this guy was her sister was having dinner with and WHAT he had over her. If anything.

"Twerp, tell me what you know."

"What'm I s'pposed to know?" Thad demanded, sticking his tongue out at his older sister as he hobbled down the steps after her, thrusting the piece of paper with Sebastian's address at her and nearly falling down the stairs in the process. He yelped as his face hit Si's back, fortunate that she was there to prevent him from falling but less fortunate that she was there to yell at him for running into her.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he regained his rather precarious balance; he'd be so glad to be rid of those damned crutches.

Bracing herself against her gimp brother's clumsy nature the elder snarled at the younger. "Watch it! God. You'll brake the other one." Taking the paper she studied the address. Simple enough.

"Who is this guy, that's what you're supposed to know. What's he want with our sister?" Dinner? HA. She knew what guys were like. Especially the ones at their school. Over half the male population was filled with guys who went through women more often than normal people went through socks. Her little sister wasn't about to get caught up by one of those skeezy freaks.

"Uh. Some Silver guy." Thad attempted a shrug as they continued through the living room. "He's new. Kinda shy, 'bout my height. Says he ain't met many vampires, but I didn' get to ask him what kind he has met, cause then some people started throwin' food." He explained. "Dunno what he wants with Fal, prolly so they can talk foreign together. He speaks foreign! I think Latin or summin', don't really 'amember."

Speaking foreign? Resisting the urge to smack her brother on the back of his head, Si opened the car door for him and took his crutches before he scratched the paint on her baby.

"Latin? Why the hell would he speak Latin?" Frowning as she took her own seat, bucked in, and started the antique car, the powdered pale Cotton pursed her lips. "Were you telling him to call me sparkly too?"

"I didn't tell nobody to call you Sparkly!!" Thad protested, "He speaks Latin, I promise, he was talkin' all ritual stuff durin' lunch, like demon callin' or summin'." The truth was, he couldn't exactly quote anything Sebastian had said, but he did recall that the other boy had made a few utterances in a language that wasn't English. And demon-chanting sounded better in Latin, and fit in with his current obsession with Vampires.

He leaned forward to turn on Si's radio, changing from her beloved Industrial to the hip-hop station before she could object; he knew she would only change her music back, but he felt the need to point out he preferred other types of music, in case she had forgotten. "You don't gotta go all scary on 'im, Si, I was tryin' to recruit him. I think he might've been innerested, even, and he's not a half-bad fighter, he had some skills in that food fight!"

Like a snake her fingers struck the non-original radio/CD player she'd had installed in the vintage car for Christmas to remove the bane of Hip-Hop from her ears. Thad should know better, but just to remind him she smacked his hand too.

"I am tolerating your presence, mortal. Do not test my patience further." Imperious, proud, and very much the vampire in that moment, Sidra cut her eyes sideways at her brother before she merged onto the highway.

"Demon summoning at lunch?" This Sebastian fellow sounded like her type of people. Especially if he'd shown some skill in the food fight. Which reminded her she had to figure out how to smuggle water-guns into the school tomorrow so she could hunt the puppy down. She'd figure something out, Sidra always did in the end.

"Did you start it?"

"No!" Thad denied, wounded. "Ezzy thought I did, too, she accused me of throwin' food at her with my mind, but I ain't got that kinda powers, I ain't no vampire yet!"

He wriggled down into the seat, pressing his face against the window in order to watch the highway roll by. "He smacked food outta the air usin' a tray like it was some sorta sword or summin'!" He told her excitedly. "It was real cool!"

"Nose OFF the window, mortal," snapped the driver as she shifted lanes to make their exit. All in all it wasn't a terribly horrific drive, most folks were home already, eating whatever they'd picked up on the way home or fixed themselves (or in some cases had someone fix for them with a snap of their fingers and a toss of their richly heads).

So, this guy her sister wanted to have dinner with was skilled in the ways of school food fights. Excellent. He would come in use, but that didn't exempt him from an older sister's duties.

"Do something for me. Talk to Fallon about smuggling in water guns tomorrow when we get there." While I have a chat with this guy.

Thad whipped his head around to face Sidra. "Awesome!" He grinned, "Smugglin' guns? We need some for Roxy and Ezzy, oh and Taxi, too, an' you think maybe you could get one for Teddy?" He counted on his fingers, "That'd be...me an' you....so two and Fal...three...seeeeeven?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yup, seven. Good job. We'll stop by one of the beach stores on the way back, get some there. I still have some Christmas money left and someone bought a corset off ebay the other day, so we're good to go." Pulling up in front of the addressed house's gate, Si whistled low.

Thad's eyes grew wide as saucers as his gaze landed on Sebastian's abode. "You sure this is the right address?" He whispered, "I think he has his own coven here an' everythin', for seriously a good guy to have on our side."

"Unless he gave you the wrong address, then yes, this is right." Narrowing her eyes after pulling in and parking, Sidra cracked her knuckles and got out. Rich. Foreign. Interested in her little sister even if it was only for dinner... this guy was no good.

Thad stumbled out of the car, leaning against it as he waited for Si to supply him with his crutches again, at which point he hobbled up to the door after her, babbling incessantly, "Why'd he lie 'bout his address, it's gotta be his, I ain't never been to a house this big, this is awesome, you got Fal's meds, right, i'n't she lucky he asked her to dinner, wonder where he keeps his demon f'miliars."

Lucky? Right. He probably had designs on her kid sister and was working on getting her nekkid and in all sorts of weird positions. Now Sidra had her own ideas about what was fun and what wasn't, but when her sister was involved, her own preferences were out of the question.

"Right. lucky her. And yes, I have the meds. Knock."

Thad screwed up his face before obediently knocking against the input device with his crutches, "Heeeeeeeeey, Sebastiaaaaaaan, you hooooooooome?" He asked, staring through the gate toward the mansion within. How were they supposed to make sure Fallon took her meds if they couldn't even get through the gate?

[Fallon Cotton]

Fallon just followed. Sure she should have possibly thought twice about this, but....Fallon had permission from her mother and so far Sebastian seemed to be nice, sweet, and Fallon felt this strange calmness around him she never felt with anyone else except her siblings. Fallon followed Sebastien to the bus and hopped on taking a nice tour of Hollywood. Fallon pointed out sights she thought were neat, cool, or weird. She laughed with Sebastian all the way to his house.

Once Fallon saw the house she was at a real loss for words Sebastian's house could fit like five of her houses on the property. It was that big. Her eyes went wide as she she looked through the gate. It was even bigger when you saw it in person. "I thought these were only from the movies." She said referring to the huge size of the house and the property. "It's not too big, but I fear I would get lost in there. However, playing hide and go seek inside that house and on the grounds should be fun. We will have to play sometime." Fallon said with a big smile, hoping to relieve Sebastian's stress or anxiety.

"I am honored to be the first guest. I love the house really. I cannot wait to go exploring. We can pretend we are on a grand adventure." Fallon said getting excited as she walked into his house. "It's like a museum. Do the painting shave those no touching signs." Fallon said laughing to show that she was just joking around. The bus ride took a while to get here, so Sidra and Thad were most likely on their way as Fallon and Sebastian arrived. However, it was still a shock when Fallon heard a voice coming from some where in the house. It sounded as if it was all around the house. "Okay either you have a speaker wired into my brothers room, or my brother is haunting your house." Fallon said laughing even more. The she saw a box by the door. "Oh is this a box to the gate, if so, my brother is outside."

If Thad was here, odds are he did not hobble himself. "i think my siblings are paying us a visit. whatever you do do not show fear to my older sister." Fallon said bracing herself. With all the Cotton siblings in one room, something was bound to happen. If she knew Thad and Si, odds are they were already in the midst of some battle that Fallon was soon to be dragged into. "How do i let them in?" The big question was why were they there.

[Sebastian Flambert]

Hide and Seek?

Good lord, this day was looking up already! It had been such a long time since he played a game like that with someone else, and he hadn't had nearly this much fun in ages.

"Y-Yeah.. There's a.. a lot of neat little places to hide in." Sebastian replied, his face positively glowing in excitement. "You should check out the back yard."

"Heeeeeeeeey, Sebastiaaaaaaan, you hooooooooome?"

A familiar voice blared through the house's loudspeaker, loud enough to be heard from the foyer by the two teens. Judging from the sound and speech mannerisms of the voice, it had to have been a male teenager of approximately fifteen years of age..

With a tendency to use quite a bit of slang...

"Hmm?"

Loud honking noises blared from the iron gate's direction, cutting through the usually peaceful Beverly Hills air with its shrill intensity. Turning about in alarm and confusion, Sebastian poked his head out of an open window and focused his attention towards the spectacle that waited for him outside his gates.

Thad Cotton, complete with crutches, stood outside an antique car with an unfamiliar face... A girl of approximately seventeen years who looked quite.. fearsome in her heavily applied make up, rouge, and mascara.

Even from a distance, this girl unsettled him with her seemingly cross body language and liberal application of "death ray" stares that he felt burn into his flesh.

"Erm..." mumbled Sebastian, hurriedly slapping a button on the input console attached next to his door.

"I think... Maybe they want to say 'allo'?"

He flashed an uneasy smile towards Fallon before walking back down the flight of stairs that lead to his driveway, the iron gate, and the mysterious woman with the intimidating death ray stares, clutching his blue security blanket tightly to his chest as he approach the pair of Cottons.

"Erm... H-Hello!" he greeted, waving amiably towards the other two Cottons. "Th-Thad.. It's n-nice to see you again."

Sebastian flashed a smile at his familiar freshman acquaintance, waving a hand in recognition. Taking care to notice the other Cotton, he bowed politely before her.. privately hoping that she'd stop giving him nasty looks..

Almost as if, by divine providence, God had communicated his wish to this mysterious figure.. The uncomfortable death stare ceased automatically...

And was replaced with a loathing scowl.

"Erm...." mumbled Sebastian, quite unnerved by this display of outright hostility.

In true Sebastian form, he was nervous.. Scared damned near shitless by this obviously unhappy individual who looked fresh off some sort of Hollywood vampire-noir production.. and absentmindedly began to nibble away at his thumb in a very child-like manner.

"N-Nice day.. I-Isn't it?"

He squirmed slightly where he stood, trying to force a friendly smile at his new acquaintance.

"Y-You must... be Sidra, non?"

Non? That's French..

[Thad Cotton]

Thad beamed at Sebastian and Fallon, ignoring the glares Sidra was directing at the French boy. "Happy to see us?" He wouldn't have appreciated it very much if the girls had crashed one of his dates, assuming he could get one. Shelby was the one and only girl he'd ever asked, and she'd been very decisive in her rejection.

"Mom made us come. I mean, not that we didn't wanna visit! But yeah, we was gon' let ya have your priva...privacy...." He faltered at the look on Sidra's face. "Well, I would've." He mumbled, then began again louder, "So ya recovered from the fight earlier, huh? That was pretty wild, huh? I tol' Si all 'bout it, so don't worry, you can totes be part of our team thingy." He assured Sebastian, in case the other boy had been worried they might reject him from their ragtag army. "You gotta summon demons, though. In Latin. Can demons be summoned in non-Latin? Yeah, I dunno, but that's cool with ya, right? We're gon' get some kick-ass weaponry and oh that reminds me!"

He grabbed Fallon by the wrist, tugging her toward him, "C'n I talk to ya a sec? Private like?" He glanced toward Sidra, hoping that she was satisfied with his attempt at distracting their sister. He figured she wanted to talk to the new recruit alone, decide what his skills were without other people hovering. If he'd known what sort of interrogation she had in mind for the other boy he would have felt terrible, but he wasn't worried about what Sebastian might do to Fallon, so he didn't realize that anyone else might be.

[Sidra Cotton]

"Positively sunny," Sidra responded drolly, her expression unwavering as she sized the boy up. He had bowed, that was nice, but not enough. Never enough for an older sister.

French accent, not Latin. She'd have to smack Thad for that again later. Idiot. She should have known better.

"Sebastian," she smiled, her fangs visible, "So nice of you to invite my little sister over. Generous. Kind. Appreciated." She leaned forward and dropped her tone so that only he could hear her.

"Let me get one thing straight," her eyes bore into his as though she actually could enthrall someone with a mere look. Vampire. The word hung about her like a cloak. And no, she most certainly did not sparkle. She looked as though the mere suggestion of such would result in someone's head (and other bits and pieces) acting as decor for her crypt.

"You can be friendly with Fallon, you can enjoy her company. She can enjoy yours. You can have fun, laugh, run around whatever. But if you hurt her. If you make her cry. You'll learn a whole new definition of pain." The eldest Cotton paused, then smiled again. "Too, and pay close attention, Sebastian, If you lay a hand on here that she doesn't want there or that I[/i] don't want there you'll pull back a bloody stump before you can blink. It won't end there either."

Letting the words hang between them, Sidra smiled, more friendly now that she had her intimidation out of the way and straightened back up, a hand smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of the custom corset she had made. A walking advertisement for her own work.

"Nice place." The tone was easy, light, as though everything she'd said before had been a figment of the French boy's wild imagination.

[Fallon Cotton]

It all happened so quickly, Fallon could barely reply to anything Sebastian said. Her siblings were here and that was nerve wracking. "I apologize in advance if my sister seems scary. She is the over protective sort. trust me, she is nicer, then the fangs lead on..." Fallon told Sebastian before they met up with her siblings.

Fallon smiled at her sister and brother and gave them both a hug, "Si this is Sebastian. My friend. He is very nice. I like him, he is a good friend." Fallon told her older sister emphasizing the words like and good. She knew her sister however, and she knew Si would need to judge for herself if the guy was nice or not. Fallon just hoped the interrogation did not scare Sebastian away. Soon Sebastien would see Si was not so bad though, just misunderstood.

"My privacy right...sure we can talk, but next time can you text me when you both are on your way over." fall gave Sebastian a sweet smile, "I will be back, i need to speak with Thad." Fallon looked at her sister and mouthed the words 'please be nice'.

Of course once Fallon was out of ear shot she had no idea what Si said, but in Fallon's head she could imagine a bunch of scenarios, all ending with Si's fangs being shown. That was her sister though and Fallon loved her for it. "Whats going on Thad? Why are you both here, and don't tell its because you wanted to see how Sebastien was after the food fight?" Fallon asked with her voice slightly above a whisper.

[Sebastian Flambert]

To be quite honest, he had expected Sidra's display to be far, far worse. Sure, she had shown up unannounced on his home, threatened him of dismemberment, and openly accused him of being a lecherous pervert... But compared to Sebastian's earlier expectations of the heavily rouged girl suddenly sprouting wings and devouring his still-beating heart in front of him..

It really wasn't all that bad.

Nevertheless, he still felt a sting of strong dislike towards Sidra for her wild threats at any perceived touching that might go on between he and Fallon, knowing firsthand the horrible after-effects years of touching had on an individual.

A sudden wave of nausea coursed through his system, causing him to bit down on his lip in discomfort.

"Thanks..." replied Sebastian with surprising coldness, forcing a smile towards the eldest Cotton. "Shayne is... a businesswoman of sorts.."

He bit harder into his lip in an effort to control the sudden feelings of rage and hatred boiling inside of him, drawing a thin trickle of blood in the process. A familiar taste of copper filled his mouth, reminding him of less gentle times.

What does this fucking bitch know of 'touching'?

A mental image of the "Rose Garden" came to mind, a cold brick structure equal in size and grandeur to this Beverly Hills villa, with a flood of memories accompanying it. Graphic images of humiliation, misery, and abuse flashed before his gray eyes, coupled with the sad faces of his fellow orphans who shared with him that miserable existance.

Clara... Taylor... Diana.. Eleanor...

This pompous bitch, despite her queenly airs, couldn't possibly understand the sort of real horrors that existed in the filthy hellhole that was an orphan's life. How could she when trapped in her own delusions of vampire-hood?

Vampires?

He had encountered his share of vampires over the years, disgusting freaks who preyed on the young, weak, and disenfranchised throughout his childhood.. taking advantage of the innocent to slake their perverse urges. These were vampires of an entirely different sort.

Real vampires.

"It certainly is a big change from Quebec, no?" he quipped, continuing the small talk. "Your Los Angeles is very warm.. Almost excessively so sometimes.."

A few drops of blood ran down his chin and fell onto the black pavement below. Before anyone else could notice, he wiped away frantically at his lips with free hand, taking care not to betray his obvious feelings to the rest of his guests.

His stutter noticeably disappeared, and was replaced with an almost excessively formal tone tainted with a dry touch of disdain.

"I think, though... That my house looks better from the inside.." Sebastian continued, "And.. Seeing that I really haven't had the occasion to entertain many guests such as yourself, I would be honored to have a person of your... erm.. magnificence come with..."

"Shall I give you all a grand tour?" he asked, "It's not every day that I meet a vampire."

[Thad Cotton]

Thad shook his head when Fallon inquired into the reasons behind their surprise visit. "Cause," He announced in what was supposed to be a dramatic manner, "You fergot this." He stuck his hand into his pockets, only to realize that he didn't have the tiny plastic bottle of medication.

"Ummm. Hol' on, maybe Si has it." He turned to Sidra, looking up at his be-fanged sister imploringly, "Siiiiii, you got Fal's meds, right?"

His attention was diverted from his mother-sent mission, however, at the mention of a tour. "Sweeeeeet," He cheered enthusiastically, eager to see every last hidden chamber of the mansion Sebastian inhabited.

"So, you survived the food fight, ,well, sure ya did, you got skills, I was tellin' Si how awesome you were, so I think she'll let you join us, which'll be awesome, cause then you can meet Roxy, she's awesome." He concluded with a dreamy sigh at the thought of his poor unsuspecting neighbor, his vocabulary apparently stunted by excitement.

As Sebastian presented room after opulent room, Thad began to get just a bit restless. Sebastian's domain was much nicer than any he'd ever hoped to be invited into, but rich furnishings were nowhere near as thrilling as demon familiars, and so he decided to do a search himself. The fact that Sebastian had in no way expressed an interest in summoning demons was no deterrent to Thad's imagination, which insisted on playing make believe with everyone he came across. So it was that he found himself nosing about in Sebastian's bedroom, pushing things aside with crutches.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaare." He whispered, hoping to coax out his imaginary demons. A book half-hidden caught his attention, and he reached down, picking it up and flipping through. "Aha!" It appeared to be written in some language he didn't understand, therefore he decided to pretend it must be used for secret incantations. "What kinda demons you got, Sebastian?"