"With what happened yesterday, and what's on your records, I don't blame you for wanting to get away from them. What happened shouldn't of happened, and that policeman should of known who was in the right and in the wrong."

"We did wha-k-t he said! If-if-if we didn-k-t, one or all three of us would of been hit by him. Or-or worse—shot at!"

"And that was very wise of you and your brothers to do. Proud of all three of you for how you handled the situation, and with how you handled yourselves after you were given the round-about in that jail."

The call came in at around two in the morning. While Angel was close to being dead to the world, he was very awake—this caused him to be the one to answer the phone. Along with hearing that something happened to the ones who went to see the concert, he learned that they needed some help in getting out from their predicament. Once he heard what was going on with Bile, his two brothers, and Guyunis's friend, he woke Angel up; while they got themselves dressed, he told her what happened with the boys. While Angel beat him in getting dressed, he beat her in getting out of the house and to her car. His wife was the one who teleported them to Lampertheim, then found the building that the boys were in, while he was the one who paid for the wrongly jailed boys to be released.

Of the four boys that were jailed in Lampertheim, only Giovanni was talkative while on the way back to Elchesheim-Illingen. Due to his use of teleportation to get them back home, the boy was given a good lesson on how one who was mortal felt after being teleported somewhere. While Giovanni spoke on what happened, Bile, Guyunis, and Hazaar were quiet and to themselves.

"Once their things, and a copy of the report, were given over, we heard what happened after they reached the jail." he thought while ascending the stairs.

After their pockets were searched, and their possessions and fingerprints taken, they were put in a large cell with twenty or so others. Giovanni mostly stood before the ones that were jailed with him while Bile and Guyunis did nothing but stand in a corner; Hazaar was the only one to walk around freely—this caused him to get a bit roughed up by one of the people that were in the cell with him.

It took about an hour of asking if they could get their one phone call before someone came to see if they wanted to make that call. It was a woman who did this, and who witnessed the call being made and then confirmed that what was relayed to him was true.

"What's wrong with them people? Don't they know or see a lie when it stares them in the face?" his wife said while on the drive home. On average, they spent around twenty minutes on the road from Lampertheim, Hesse, Germany before teleporting; they spent another ten minutes on the road before pulling up before Giovanni's place then dropping him off. Once Giovanni was home, they went on their way. Angel teleported them one more time; the boys practically broke their necks to get inside after the car was stopped and it was announced that they were home.

He honestly didn't know. The parents to the two Meyer kids were fast in going to the station after being called; along with picking their kids up, they heard the news on what was going on then said that they weren't surprised that "the heroine's kids were as they were, and that Guyunis was being allowed to be as they were". They also said that they were suing if "damage" was found on either of their kids and if Guyunis wasn't "put on a leash and then kept indoors". Angel claimed to of met the Meyer's once; a few days after Guyunis's forms were signed, she had to go to them for their signatures. Along with getting into a bit of a heated argument with them, she heard that they wanted to keep Guyunis as the one who did all the chores in their home—according to his wife, they came right out in saying that they wanted to retain "ownership" of their slave. In order to get them to sign Guyunis's forms, Angel threatened to turn them into the agency that handled Guyunis's adoptions, and child protective services—according to her, they grew unsettled after this was said then signed the forms; they said for her to get the hell off their property and to never come back afterwards.

While a fight was done with Justin and Beatrix Meyer, it didn't involve any of his sons. Bile was injured by Justin right after he turned then started leading his brothers away from the ones who were causing trouble, then Giovanni came in to both intercept and teach the one who hurt him a lesson. By way of his taking Bile's memory of the assault, he learned that all of what he had figured, and all of what he was told, was true—the boys were innocent; they were leaving the venue when they were approached by the ones who assaulted them. The boys, and Giovanni, had a court case this coming August 26; along with bringing the copied memory that he retrieved from Bile's mind, he was to bring the hand-written testimony that he made after the boys were in bed and asleep.

Since it was probably going to be mentioned, or brought up by the defendant or prosecutor or lawyer that the Meyer's were going to hire for the case, he was to bring a document showing what Telepathy was and then a hand-written note saying that he didn't forge the memory that he took from his son's memory banks.

If anything, Angel and he should be suing the Meyer's for their ill-treatment of Guyunis over the years that they had him, and for the assault that their kids made on the boys. Bile was sporting a deep, three-inch long gash on the middle part of his back, Guyunis was very badly traumatized, and Hazaar had an elbow-like cut that went from the left side of his forehead on down to the left side of his face—while Justin did receive some injuries from Giovanni during their fight, the fight that the two had was based on self-defense, and on the safe removal of the knife that Justin had and was trying to use on Giovanni. Giovanni's court case was also scheduled for August 26, and at the same time too; with the two cases happening at the same time, he was to help the young man out by showing the memory then speaking on his behalf on what happened. If the case was lost, he'd do the spell that'd make the memories of the event in question become null and void. He honestly didn't think that he'd have to go and do that but, if he did, he would—he had no problem in doing it if it came to that.

Angel was concerned over her losing custody of Guyunis thanks to this, and Guyunis was terrified of being removed from the house and having someone imprison him for the rest of his life. Eshal, while thoroughly scared for her brother, was doing her best to stay calm and, really, so were the other boys. Hazaar, who's limp was nearly all gone, went though a day of headaches before returning to his old self while Bile's injury was still present on him—until the date of their needing to be in court came, and their case was seen and then given a verdict, both he and his wife didn't want to touch or remove it from his body. Bile was more upset over hearing that Justin and Beatrix Meyer were the former siblings of his brother than over his being put in jail and given a jail record—which, if the case wasn't won, wouldn't exist after he swiped everyone's memories of what happened on that fateful night.

The only good thing that occurred from this horrible process was his growing relationship with Guyunis. The boy was speaking with him, and was asking him more than enough questions on what'd happen if he was removed from his family and the house, and was disclosing his fears and emotions on the situation; he was glad for this, and for the opening up of the boy's shell. It was about damn time that they started speaking and growing a bit close to one another and it was also time that he was allowed the priviledge of going into his room to see how it looked and, of course, check it out for items that may or may not be allowed to be put up in his chamber on Moas—which he had, sadly, not yet gotten around to picking or fixing up.

"Hey there," he said after appearing before the open doorway of Guyunis's room, and seeing that Guyunis was lying on his bed.

"Hey," Guyunis returned.

"May I?" he asked.

The nod was given, which gave him his say on coming in and giving the room a once-over—while also speaking with its owner, of course.

Now, he had seen the plank bed, which, on the planet that he was on, was called the Tioga for some peculiar reason, before. The bed that Guyunis was lying on looked very much like that type of bed. It was pushed up against the room's left-side wall, and had a dark gray bed set on it that had light gray, Octopus tentacle designs on it. There were two, rectangular pillows on the bed, which were in matching pillow cases. Beside the bed sat a mango wood bedside cabinet, which looked to match the bed very well. He found himself as liking the lamp, that had a camouflage lampshade and grenade-shaped base, that sat on the cabinet's surface; of the boys in the house, it looked like Guyunis was the only one to not have an alarm clock in his room.

A reclaimed Barnwood dresser sat across from the bed. It had a very finely preserved, short-haired cow Elk hide stretched across it. The 30", flat screen tv, that was above the dresser, matched the others that were owned by the other boys in the house. While he noticed the few, out-of-place items that were on the dresser's surface, he didn't turn to look at them. After seeing the bookshelf, he had to look at it first.

"Rather unique shelf you have here." he said after taking in the tall and wide bookshelf that had Birch branches and mahogany-colored shelves on it.

"Though-k-t so myself when I saw it in the catalo-k-g that Mr. Leinart gave me and my family last year." Guyunis replied.

Seeing as Guyunis responded so quickly to his comment on his bookshelf, he went towards it. The bookshelf was between the room's upper right corner and closet; after coming closer to it, he saw that the branches acted as the structured part, and that they kept the shelves up.

Guyunis was either a modest decorator or didn't keep much from his hunts. The bookshelf was lacking that of what his brothers were very open in displaying in their rooms. The first shelf had a skull on it that was quite big; upon closer inspection, he saw that it belonged to an Egyptian lion. There were a bunch of Pronghorn antelope hooves, and Zebra hooves, before the skull. Half of the hooves had a fox tail pinned beneath them—the one closest to the wall was both black-tipped, gray in color, and had a rusty undertone to it; the following tail was both a grayish-tan color and had a black tip; the next one had a white tip to it, and was red, but had a black undertone to it; while the following one was also red, and had a white tip to it, it had no undertone to it. The following shelf had a seemingly growing collection of CDs on it; another of the stereos that were in all of the boys' rooms was beside them while, beside it, sat a row of magazines. The next shelf had a Desert cottontail rabbit skull, a Beaver skull, and an interesting lamp on it—it was both Nuke-shaped and a bright-glowing, golden-yellow color.

The next shelf verified his figuring on Guyunis having an interest in motorcycles. He had a few models of them vehicles on this shelf. One was of a Harley Davidson FLHTCUI, which had a blood-covered vampire driver in it, while another was of a Honda CB400. The model beside the Honda was of a Yamaha XV 1600, while the one beside it was of another Honda, but this one being a Goldwing GL1000.

The fifth shelf had all of the boy's books on it. It seemed that Guyunis had an interest in action and adventure, suspense, horror, mystery, and science fiction; it also looked like he had a good collection going on in them genres.

Beside the bookshelf sat a cat bed that looked to be both hooded and made of faux suede. With the closet door being open, he was able to see that there was a box full of cat toys, and a litter box, full of litter, in it.

"Like this poster here," he said after going towards the room's closet, then taking in the poster that was on its door. The poster had an evil-looking, black cat on it; along with walking down a flaming cobbled walkway, its mouth was open in a snarl. Its ears were very nearly laid against its head. The eyes of the evil feline looked to resemble the ones that Guyunis had.

"So do I, which is why I bought i-k-t." Guyunis said.

A poster of a flaming motorcycle was beside the closet. He looked at it for only a second before turning his attention back to the bookshelf. Once he was facing the bookshelf, he saw that he had missed seeing the item that was before it—the rather beautiful, rusty brown, Icelandic sheepskin rug was in fantastic condition! When he asked about it, he found that it wasn't a trophy from one of Guyunis's hunts. Guyunis claimed that, after he saw it in the catalog that he, his siblings, and their mother were given to leave their marks in, he had to have it. While hearing this piece of information, he took note of the rug that was beside the boy's bed—along with being gray and white in color, and resembling that of what was found on a Gray wolf, it was 3'4" by 4'10" long. Again, when questioned on this rug, Guyunis said that he found it in the catalog that he and his family were given.

Before moving along, he noticed that there was another rug in the room. It was sitting before the foot of the boy's bed; along with being a brownish-tan and white color, it was a little displaced. Again, when he questioned this item, he received the same answer that he got when he questioned the other two rugs.

"Nice boar skull," he said after seeing the skull that was above the bed's headboard.

"Was hell bringing-k that thing down!" Guyunis confided. "Didn-k-t know how to hunt back when I go-k-t it, so I got a bi-k-t mangled."

A rather impressive Moose rack was on the wall that the bed was pushed again. To its left hung a set of Mule deer antlers. Before moving on to look at the room's other items, he looked at the Mountain Lion pelt, that was stretched across the bed's baseboard—it was very nicely preserved; like with Bile, he knew that the boy was taking good care of his hunting trophies. This was only given credence when he saw that the chair, that went to the room's small table, which was in the bottom right corner, had a pelt draped across its back. One look was all it took for him to note that it belonged to a Lynx.

"Didn't ask for a corner desk when you were looking through that catalog?" he asked the boy.

"Didn-k-t cross my mind to do so. Didn't think I'd have use for one." Guyunis replied.

There were three shelves on the table that contained all the items that one who built models needed. At the moment, the table was empty of anything to build—seeing as there were a few shelves on the walls, he knew better than to think that Guyunis wasn't fully into building models.

The two, long, reclaimed wood shelves, that stretched from the motorcycle poster to the room's bottom right corner, had more than a few models on them, and not all of them revolved around motorcycles either.

The first model that he looked at was of a yellow-painted Motorbike motorcross motorcycle—or, as he liked to call them, The Triple M's. The one that was beside it was of a Honda NSR500 '84, which was blue-painted; a custom model of an American Indian was beside it while the one that was beside it was of a Harley Davidson Electra Glide, which was white-painted. The following models weren't of the motorcycle variety—they were either monster or movie related. The first was of the Garthok Monster, which was featured in the movie, Coneheads; the second was of the Ghost Rider, who was astride his flame-covered motorcycle; and the next was of a black-haired woman who was sitting on a skull and wearing a very tight, red-colored spandex suit. The final model was depicted with her legs being quite spread; it looked like it had a very nicely muscled stomach. As much as it pained him, he decided to be lenient in letting Guyunis keep and display this model after the move to Moas was done. The model that was beside the woman was of a hatchling dragon, which was either glued or built onto a piece of driftwood.

He fought to not laugh after the next shelf's models were seen. Angel hussled him into watching the 1982 version of The Thing one day after Eshal, Bile, and Lhaklar were put down for a nap and it just so happened that Guyunis had a resin model of the Norris monster from that movie on the shelf. The next model was of The Monster That Challenged The World—yes, he had seen the 1957 movie about the army of prehistoric mollusks that escaped California's Salton Sea after an underwater earthquake happens and, yes, it was Angel who pressed him into watching it. The next model was of the Creature from the Black Lagoon; it looked like it was both crying and had a female version of itself in its arms. A diorama of the 1958 film, Fiend Without a Face, was seen next, then a model of an Alien Queen Chestburster was seen, then a Freakhouse Freak model was seen. He had to stop to give the model of Burt Gummer being rescued after being eaten by a Graboid a second look before going on to look at the model of a very busty Medusa, which was from the movie Clash of the Titans. While the Medusa model was the final model on the shelf, it wasn't the final model in the room. The same went on it not being the final displayed item that he looked at.

"Need only one look to know that he's straight," he thought after going to look at the items that were on the three, gray-stone mantle shelves, which were on the wall to the right of the bedroom door.

The top shelf was dominated in motorcycle models, which gave him the idea that the boy was more than a little interested in the vehicles. The first model was of a 1912 Henderson, while the second was of a WWII German BMW R75, with sidecar attachment. The following two models were given to him on his birthday—the 1886 Benz motorwagon was very finely put together, as was the Tamiya 16040 FLH Classic Harley Davidson. The next shelf, while also having some motorcycle models on it, had another model on it that looked very out-of-place; the green-painted, BSA C15 was very snazzy, as was the black and gray-painted VRSCR Street Rod, while the silver-painted Midnight Rider Chopper was very eye-catching. The model of a mutated mummy, which was beside the Midnight Rider Chopper, was also nicely done—due to it not being motorcycle-related, it looked to belong on the second of the long shelves more than on this one. The third and final shelf had a very red, 1886 American LaFrance Silsby-Manning Steam Fire Engine on it; a model of a brown-haired woman, who was wearing black bra and panties, and was half-lying on a casket, was beside it while, beside it was a model of a reddish-brown haired cavewoman who was wearing the typical, but very sexually enticing, cave-person outfit.

"When the move to Moas is made, I might need to do the same with his chamber like with what I've done to his brothers'—connect the one that lies to its left, or right, with it so he can display the items that he has in here in it... so his bedroom won't get to looking but so cluttered." he thought while going to look at the items that were on the dresser.

He found himself as liking the room's third-placed lamp very much. While it was white, and was turned on, he wasn't attracted to them two things; his attention was grabbed by the fact that it looked like one's lower intestine. The preserved Colugo, and Bird-of-paradise, were beside the lamp while, beside them, was a wooden box. When he asked and then received permission from the boy who owned it if he could open it, he found that its contents were very disorganized. After rummaging around, he found a wolf tooth pendant, that had a howling wolf styled, titanium cap on it, two gold chain necklaces, a pendant that had a round, red onyx on it, a pendant that had a black onyx column on it, a serrated shark tooth necklace, a set of snake-designed, Japanese Samurai sword/katana copper fittings, and a knife in it. The knife, when he took it out, then opened it, was fan-designed and rather sharp and silver. After seeing what the knife looked like, he returned it to the box then closed the lid.

"See that you, too, have a sword in your room." he said after going to look at the shelf that was between the boy's bed and dresser.

"Yep, and slowly learning-k how to use i-k-t." Guyunis replied.

Except for having no models on it, the shelf was like that of the ones that were across the room. It had two beer steins, a sword, and a fox tail on it. The first stein was black in color, and horn-shaped; it had red and silver Eagle engravings on it. The second stein was dark blue in color, and had a lot of bone designs on it that were done in ivory. The fox tail, which was white, was pinned beneath the second stein—he did think that this was a good decision on the boy's part on how to display this particular animal tail. The sword, that was between the two steins, did not resemble that of the boy's father or half-brother's; in comparison to the boy's adopted brothers' own swords, it was quite bland.

The blade was long, and covered in a mixture of gold and silver dust. The rain-guard was designed to look like an open-mouthed skull, which had two, real ruby eyes in it, and which the blade protruded from rather nicely and cleanly. The grip, while having a set of grooves in it, was a two-tone, dull silver and gold color. The cross-guards curved down gently; while the pommel was a plain, open circle.

While the sword was bland in comparison to Bile's, Lhaklar's, Hazaar's, and Lazeer's, he didn't say anything negative on it. To each his own when it comes to a sword's design, and to how he or she wanted to display it.

After taking in the room's final-placed shelf, he looked around for the antelope head that Guyunis said he wanted to get preserved, and that he sent to someone in town to preserve for him. When he couldn't find it, he asked about it.

"The guy's real busy righ-k-t now and hasn't been able to g-k-et to it." Guyunis replied to his question.

"You pay him yet for what you want done on it?" he asked.

"No."

"Good," he thought before saying," Why don't you go see him tomorrow and remove the item that you want him to work on? The guy that I've sent your brothers' trophies, and Eshal's one bird, to is a lot faster than he, and he might do a better job on it too."

"How much does he charge you?" Guyunis asked. "I pu-k-t half of this month's allowance to the side for tha-k-t antelope head to be worked on, so I can-k-t spend but so much on it."

"You let me worry on that." he said.

"You'll pay for it, and no-k-t ask for a reimbursement from me?"

"Yes, son."

While the act of his calling Guyunis 'son' was relatively easy for him, it gave Guyunis a shock. It also caused him to have a small regression towards him that lasted for the rest of the day and through the morning hours of August 22. Guyunis did as he suggested in going back to the man who he took his antelope head to for its preservation. The desired item for preserving was removed from the man's shop and then brought home; he no more saw the close to being foul-smelling bundle before spell-sending it to the one who he did business with on a regular basis—the man, upon receiving his call, said that he'd do his best with it. It was an hour more before Guyunis's regression came to a close, and he made a return to how he was with him. Lunch, on August 22, was pleasant, and Angel and the boys were quite surprised in seeing that Guyunis had asked Bile to switch chairs with him. Since the boy was so fearful of being seen while being out and about in the town or towns nearby, he didn't leave the house anymore after retrieving his antelope head. Along with playing the game system that Angel gave to him on his birthday, and interacting with his cat, he listened to some music and read a book or two.

It was around four in the afternoon when Lazeer was seen as leaving the house. While he was curious on where he was going, and what he was planning on doing, he left him alone. He was currently on the phone with his stepfather. The man, instead of calling his cellular, had called the house's landline number; Angel was both aware of his wanting to come over for a visit and half-willing to have him do so.

"Well, that's great on you and Guyunis finally opening up to one another but it's not on the arrest being made. Them humans do know that the boys aren't at fault for what happened, right?" Cheshire's bass-like, droning voice asked over the phone.

"Think some do. Others, not so sure." TazirVile replied.

"What were they doing in the location that they were arrested in?" Cheshire asked.

"Attending a concert. Perfectly innocent activity."

"Where was it held?"

"In Lampertheim, Hesse, Germany—over an hour away from here."

"Take it that you and Angel weren't concerned over something happening, or that they'd not behave themselves?"

The answer to that was a yes on his end and a no on Angel's. According to Angel, some of the boys had attended concerts on their own before, and knew how to behave and go by the rules set before them by both her and the venue that they were planning on being in. Bile and Guyunis went to a venue in Pforzheim for a hologram concert in November of last year—testimony from his wife said that, while they came home later than expected, they weren't punished; they only stayed longer than expected because the bands did a lot of encores, which they wanted to see. Lhaklar, Guyunis, and Hazaar also went to Leicestershire, England for a music festival that they were interested in seeing... and which was said to be a "ball" to all of them. Except for his Goblins taking note of Bile, and an unknown Guyunis, in the Pforzheim venue on November 26, no bad events happened to hinder any of the boys during them events... and they were both behaved and happy upon their return home.

Even though he was assured by his wife over the boys behaving themselves while being at the concert at Lampertheim, he still approached and gave the word for them to behave, to do no drinking or smoking, or drug using, and to be home at midnight. Angel was quite fast in contradicting his instructions by telling the boys that they could stay until the concert was over, which meant that they'd be getting home a lot later than midnight. He had estimated the time of their homecoming being at around two or three in the morning; while they got home at around that estimated time, it wasn't by normal means. He held nothing against the boys for their outing but he did feel a bit over-challenged by his wife's given instructions and ideas on the boys being fine.

His first concert was attended when he was fifty to sixty years past being an adult. While he was behaved during it, he did get a bit tipsy from taking more than two drinks down. On his second concert, he took a pill that left him as being a bit on the incapacitated side for most of the following morning. People sometimes did things that they normally wouldn't do when they're at a concert and he had acted on that impulse; while the boys had no alcoholic odors on them, or acted like they took a drink or two down, or did any drugs, he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't indulge in something that they shouldn't of done.

On the next occurrence, where one or more of the boys found and then decided to go to a concert, he was planning on being a bit more firm on their either not going or taking either he or Angel with them. Having an adult with them would help in keeping them safe, and in stopping them from indulging in the practices that one who went to a concert did.

"If I were you, I'd be more careful on their next concert attendance. They're young, and want to experience things, but some things are either better to not experience or have an adult party there to assist in experiencing." Cheshire said after two minutes of silence occurred between them.

"Planning on being more firm on them when the next attendance at a concert is mentioned." TazirVile said.

"I'd also restrict the limit of their "territorial" excursions. A concert that's located over a hour away is too far; one that's twenty to thirty minutes is more appropriate for one of your sons' age."

"Agreed."

According to Guyunis, the concert's location never hit home with him. It wasn't until after they were jailed that the location of where they were came to him. Guyunis's former parents lived in the country of Hesse, which was where the concert was held, and they also lived in this large house that was situated on a hill. While the concert was more located in a city dwelling, it was still too close to the boy's former station—a fact that both Guyunis, Angel, and he noticed right after the boys were picked up from where they were taken.

While the idea of grabbing his family then "fleeing" with them to Moas occurred right after the boys were picked up, he didn't think too hard on it or give it more than a good consideration. August was nearly over; it practically flew by, which was a relief to him because it meant that the time was going by faster and the expected time for him and his to relocate from the planet was "creeping" in closer. He was honestly hoping that the next three months went by just as fast.

"When the boys have their court case, do me a favor and put in a call. I'd like to hear how it went, and how everyone feels after it occurs." Cheshire said. "Before I go see what Phaggo's doing with them cows, let me ask what you're planning on doing if the verdict comes through against them."

As his step-grandfather was getting the scoop on how his father was going to react to the verdict if it was against his brothers, he was leading his three friends to the dump that was in Rheinstetten. He and his friends were a good fifteen minutes from the house, but they were sure that his father would grow more than a little sweaty if he knew or found out about that; in order to go to the city, he snuck out of the house then rushed to where Eli, Kiefer, and Killian were.

Seeing as everything was as good as it was at home, and that everyone was either half-so or fully getting along, he decided to see if he could find a few things for everyone that might perk everyone's moods up. Kiefer and Killian were just hoping to use their slingshot on the rats that were known to be in the city's dump, while Eli was hoping to find a few things to take home and get ready to sell. If he came across anything that was good, but that wouldn't suit the house or anyone who lived in it, he'd not think twice on doing the same as he. After entering the dump, then spreading out a bit, he and his friends got busy on what they were looking forward to doing.

"Got school coming up, and m'dat doesn't like buying me all black clothes; whatever I make from what I find and then sell will be spent on nothing but black shirts, socks, and pants." Eli said after lunging for the first pile of junk that he saw. His friend, instead of wearing black that day, was wearing a red and orange shirt and blue jeans; his father was trying to break him of his Goth interest, which didn't seem to be happening.

School had only just come to a close; with the days that were missed having been re-made, the ones who handled the system decided to close the doors of all of the country's schools and then say that the next two and a half months were free to the ones who went to their establishments. Everyone was more than overjoyed on this happening, and on summer vacation not being shortened; with this being known to him, he knew that his friend wasn't looking to get the revenue from the stuff that he sold for school clothes. Eli had very recently opened up to him on his being gay, so it was presumed that he was looking to buy a few things that'd go with his sexual orientation. Eli had also spoken on how he wanted his hair to be cut, so he might use some of what he got from what he sold to get that done.

At the moment, Eli's hair was near shoulder-length. The bangs were combed to the side, so that they draped over his left eye. After speaking to his friend on his hair, he learned that he wanted some of the bang-portion to be dyed a blue color while the rest was to remain black. His hair was to be cut short, but still be well-maintained. None of that undercut or other hairstyle crap was to be done on it.

From what he was told, Eli's father wasn't very happy over his son's orientation. He was trying to kick it to the curb by being the one who bought his clothes, and took him to get his hair cut. Eli, for the last few years, was both buying his makeup in private and applying it in private—with his father being the way he was, he took it off before going home.

"Wonder how the old man would react if one of us was bi or gay." Lazeer thought before going towards the first pile that his eye landed on.

Along with coming right out in saying that he was gay, Eli said that he had a crush on him and that he thought his father was "cute". After hearing this, he had to ask for his father to come into the room—he just looked at the old foggy; with his looks, he definitely didn't look "cute". If he had to pin a term to the man, he'd have to say that he was either "good-looking" or "handsome". His father asked if he was feeling well on that day, which occurred on the seventeeth, while, on the following day, during supper, when he asked him what he'd do or say if he found that someone of the male gender had a crush or thought of him as cute, the man asked if there was something wrong. The answer to his question? He'd do nothing because he was straight and, while accepting of people of any orientation, didn't go for male-on-male contact or like hearing about the fetishes that people of the same-sex preferring orientations did.

After thinking what he did, then getting started on his first heap of junk of the day, he found something that might interest one of his brothers.

"I can imagine Hazaar's face after he sees you." he said to the timetrain representation model that was based from the third movie in the Back to the Future franchise. The franchise was given more than twenty remakes over the years, but this model was based more on the original than on the remakes.

A poster of the train that "pushed" the Delorean from the tracks, and gave it the push that it needed to get back to 1985, was found next. He was also sure that Hazaar would like it, so he put it to the side for him. The poster looked to be a photograph from the movie, and not any photograph at that—the train was airbourne, and was on fire after going the maximum speed that it needed to go in to get the Delorean to the time period that it needed to go to. A model of the floating Delorean was found next—with this find, he deduced that someone threw out a collection of stuff that pertained to the Back to the Future series; if Lhaklar didn't like or want it, he was sure that Hazaar would. While his brother might not like the flying Delorean model, he was sure that he'd like the model that he just found after making a return to the pile.

Someone must of either had a moment or was in serious need of checking him or herself into an insane asylum; the model that he found was both in the box, not put together, and looked to be newly purchased. According to the box, it was of a Bianchi Classic Car—with Lhaklar being as interested in vintage cars as he was, he'd have a cow after seeing and then receiving it. Another unopened model, this one being of a 1931 Bugatti Royale, was found next before the pile's pickin's started ebbing low. He moved on after finding that model.

"Mine!" he exclaimed after coming across a robot that looked like a tail-less salamander. A few minutes later, he found its remote and tail; he was both happy to find these two items and looking forward to cleaning and then using them. He had yet to make a return to using his remote control Tarantula, and he hadn't used his helicopter since his father and his sister's arrival to the house. Maybe it was the time to do both?

When he came across a remote-controlled snake five minutes later, he decided to not only clean it but sell it—he didn't have an interest in snakes, but he knew that anything that ran on a remote control could fetch a good lot of money from the right buyer. A set of jewelry was found next—one was green, and made of crystal and glass, while the other was purple and made of amethyst—then a few rings were found. He decided that his mother would get the two necklaces from the set; the green glass cabochon, that was all sparkly, and the black gold banded ring, that had blue sapphire filling in its center, and a blue opal gem in it, were for his mother while the purple rose ring and the pink gold banded ring, that had a pink sapphire in its center, were for his sister. The pickin's in the pile dropped to next to nothing after the rings were found, so he moved on.

"Finding anything, Eli?" he asked after moving to his fifth pile. The third had nothing in it, while the fourth had just two things in it that he decided to not bother with.

"A few pieces of jewelry, and a doll. Nothing much. Think everyone's on to the next generation's little hobby, buddy." Eli called back to him.

Must be true because he went through the next two piles without finding a thing in them. In the seventh, and, he decided, last pile, he had better luck. The model of a mutated venus fly trap, from the 4097 movie, Trappers!, was cool and looked to have Bile's name written all it; while he liked it, he decided to give it to his brother. The next thing that he found was for Guyunis; the base said that it was something called an Unnamable Demon... all he knew was that its boobs could be seen. It had elf-like ears, and a mouth full of werewolf-like teeth; it's lower arms were hairy, like those of a werewolf's, while its lower legs, and feet, were goat-like in appearance. The final thing was for his sister—it was a doll that was both life-like and posable. He was quite sure that Eshal would like this very girlie Orangutan doll, that had a small, pink bow on the side of its head and was wearing a pink polka-dot outfit.

"Hey, Eli!" Lazeer yelled in his friend's direction.

"What?" his friend yelled back.

"The doll that you found, what does it look like?"

"Like one of them mantle dolls that's made of that very fragile stuff." Eli returned.

No thanks. Bile had yet to get rid of the porcelain dolls that he found last year, so no more of them needed to be added to what was already in the attic. Seeing as Eshal was a girl, and might have an interest in dolls, he thought about giving his brother the suggestion on giving the dolls that he had yet to get rid of to her—who knew, maybe she had a collection of the things going on in the mansion on Moas and would like to add some Earth-made dolls to it. After finding what he did, then seeing that the dump's available junk piles weren't putting out what they usually did, he went off to find Kiefer and Killian. He had a need for a smoke and they sometimes slipped a cigarette or two from their grandfather, who was known well for being a near-chain smoker; if one or the other had a cigarette on them, maybe they'd share it with him.

He was just going by a pile of rather rank stuff when the hint of yellow caught his attention. While keeping his thoughts on the possible smoke sharing that he might do with Keifer or Killian, he went towards it then started checking it out. The idea of a smoke evaporated at once after he came across the three dolls that were in the pile. While all of them were of the poseable sort, they were different in many ways. The first was of a Chimpanzee, which was wearing a yellow dress, that had a jean-like top on it, and a head-band that had a Daisy on it; the second was of this Cheetah, raccoon, lion thing that had large, near-blue eyes; while the third was like an Avatar representation that he did have to admit was rather cute. Each of the dolls were filthy, but he could well clean and then give them to his sister.

"That's enough. Go find Kiefer and Killian, see if you can share a smoke with them, then go home." he thought after finding the dolls then sending them, and the other things that he found, home.