Graverobber glanced back at Shilo from time to time. Having walked miles into the city, she still didn't look winded in any way, much to his surprise. She really had changed, from fragile and small to this... He didn't like it at all, not that he was going to say anything. It wasn't his business, but she was making her business his business.

Shilo and Graverobber turned another corner before Graverobber came to a halt. He looked up at the skyscraper they stood next to. It blended evenly with the sky when they looked up, being the same dirt grey as the smog ridden sky.

Shilo stopped, looking at him curiously. Was this where they were stopping? She looked up, noticing the boarded up windows, though one far above seemed to be ripped open. Shilo watched Graverobber climb up onto a dumpster. He stood there for a moment before jumping up onto the wall, grabbing the ledge of a window. Shilo blinked a few times surprised.

When Graverobber was a couple windows higher, expertly jumping and grabbing, he looked down at Shilo. "You coming or you going to stand there all day," he commented loud enough for her to hear. Then he continued up to the open window without waiting for her to respond.

Shilo watched Graves move with a catlike grace, something she lacked greatly. For everything that had happened to her... She was still as graceless as a penguin trying to fly. Shilo climbed up the dumpster. She felt a tight knot in her stomache, something she hadn't felt in a long while, unease. Get yourself together girl, she growled to herself as she looked up at the uneven surface that was the building. Shilo made for the first window.

Graverobber leaned out the window to watch what was surely to be a good show. He smirked as he watched Shilo struggle to the second window. She looked determined though, he'd give her that. It was when she got the fourth window, being three stories off the ground, is when she started struggling. Graves thought about helping her for a moment, but paused, thinking maybe she'd give up and go back down and leave him alone. But to no avail, Shilo kept trying, slowly but surely she climbed up the windows and boards.

Shilo was one level below. One more window and then she'd be up there, but she was having a hard time catching her breath. Sure she could run, she could hide really well too, but climbing. No. Climbing was not something Shilo could do well, not that the time ever arose that she needed to climb this high, straight up at that. She gripped the boards, pretty sure splinters were getting into her hands. Shilo's muscles ached and she wanted to sit down, but she was to far up to just give up. Damnit she said she'd not be leaving Graverobber alone till he showed her where to go and that was exactly what she was going to do! With that in mind, Shilo stared defiantly up at Graverobber who was still looking down at her, hair handing over his face so she couldn't see his expression. Damn him! Damn everything! She growled as she pulled herself up, heaving breaths as she forced her muscles to move.

A few moments later Shilo was at the open window, being pulled through by Graverobber. He looked down at her as she lay sprawled on the floor, breathing in heavy gasps. "Damn... you fucker," she said between gasps.

"It was your choice to follow me," Graverobber stated mildly, grinning at her. He tucked his hair behind his ears, looking away from her. "Zee, I'm home."

Shilo looked around the room once she regained her breath. It was dark, barely illuminated by the light from the single window. From the light she could noticed it was quite clean for a run down building. Dark, although stained, carpets covered the floors and the walls were a dingy grey, probably from age and lack of cleaning. A large couch sat in the corner, along with a... there was a television. Shilo looked back to Graverobber, only to find him no where in sight. Where did he...

Walking around a corner, she saw Graverobber leaning back in a chair sitting at a table with a small light clicked on above him. A fuzzy creature lay in his lap purring loudly. Shilo didn't know what to say to that. She hadn't expected this at all from Graverobber, she had expected something. She just didn't expect electricity and pets to be invovled. "You... How did you...," She was at a loss for words.

Graverobber looked up at Shilo, running his gloved hand through the soft fur of Zee. "How did I get all this to work," he asked for her.

"Yeah," Shilo spoke, fascinated. "You have all this, in a place like this?"

Graverobber nodded. That he did. There was also running water, but no reason to say anything he mused. "Years of living in the streets, you learn a few things," he shrugged.

"But how?"

"It doesn't matter my dear," he stated before she could lose herself. Graverobber stood up, taking a firm hold of Zee. "Now come and sit."

Shilo stood there awkwardly for a few moments, not sure about the offer, but walked over after another few. She pulled out a chair that sat around the table and sat herself. Shilo placed her hand in her pocket, tapping the edge of her closed pocket-knife. She was still unsure about all this, making that quite clear by the pointed glare she was giving.

"Oh shove it will you," Graverobber growled at her, getting annoyed by her attitude. She could sulk all she wanted, but if she was to be here he wouldn't have it. "Get over yourself and stop being spiteful. I could've just as easily locked you out and you'd have had to sit outside."

Shilo frowned, the skin on her face pulled again her cheekbones. She was much to thin, crossed Graverobber's mind. Shilo crossed her arms. Sure he was right, but she had every right to be wary of things. But... Maybe she was being a bit harsh on him.. He had helped her back when her dad was around, without being asked even her mind added. Shilo growled at her inner monalogue. Gods damn it, her mind had to not do that. He didn't deserve to be treated any better than anyone else. He was just another rat like the rest of them.. He helped you though, the small bit of her head kept putting in. He helped you and never asked, never pried for anything like the rest. True but... Her mind went blank after that.

Graverobber stood there, watching. Shilo sat there for a good few minutes unspeaking. He put Zee down, shooing the cat off for a bit before shedding his coat and throwing it over the chair he'd just been sitting in. He moved off into the adjoining room with the table, known as a kitchen that.

Shilo jerked from her revery when Graves yelled at her. "Ey. Catch." Shilo looked towards him, only to find a can hurling her way. She grabbed for it, barely catching before it would've hit her in the face. Shilo looked over the can. Soda. It was just a soda. She glanced at Graverobber as he closed his fridge. "Well, you gonna drink it or what," he asked, cracking open the soda in his own hands and taking a long drink from it.

The soda was cold against her fingers, which was nice actually. Shilo begrudgingly cracked open the soda and took a drink from the carbonated beverage. She stuck her tongue out slightly. Never was much one for sickly sweet things like this, but at least it was wet.

Graves snorted at her reaction, amused. In that moment, she'd looked like her old self, still just the kid he remembered. It only lasted a moment before she was back to the hardened look. He tapped his fingers against the can in his hand, wondering how this happened really. "So tell me," he drawled, placing himself on the table beside Shilo's chair, very near to her. "How did you get into this mess? Seeing how we have all day, why don't you enlighten me."

Shilo grit her teeth, looking up at him. Uneasy due to his close proximity, even though the even from earlier flashed in her mind, making her go red with embarrassment. She looked away and leaned back into the creaking wood of her chair. "Well that.. it's too long a story. It's pretty boring really," she said haughtily, trying to throw him off of it.

Graves stared at her unfazed by her tactic. "I'm listening," he stated.

Shilo swallowed the lump in her throat. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying to figure out what he wanted from this. He may just be curious... Seeing as he knew here before all this. Shilo tapped her knee with her free hand, gripping the soda can with the other. "Well lets sit on that couch over there," she said gesturing to the other room. "It's a story and there ins't a reason not to share."

"Fair enough," Graves nodded, feet hitting the floor. He crashed onto the large cushions and waited for Shilo to start as she walked hesitantly over. There was something in the way she moved, he could see the parts that were still there from before. It irked him that it wasn't all there at once.

Shilo sat on the couch, sinking into the cushion on the end away from Graves. "Well it started out after the opera..."

Been a while hasn't it? Hehe. It's really weird to write something more for this story, but I felt the want to, so here you are to all those people that were hoping for more.

Thanks for reading lovelies.