Chapter 6: Humans

A stoke of a tame fire lit the room from its resting place, cherry wood darken and lighten when ever the glow of the fire reached its peak, along of the stone fireplace guarded the area from catching ablaze. Arch-shape windows with parted drapes on each side of the warmth, tinted thickly with frost as large fresh flakes of snow danced down to ground as others many before them. Little figurines placed about the stone slab of the fireplace, with a lone clock in the middle of them, hanging just above the knickknacks, slowly ticking away the time of the past for the future to bell.

It would all seen lovely, as if it was straight out of a painting, from a fine artist who little or wasn't a where of what this artist had. Like Harlamov or Yuon. But alas that beauty is taking away from the long, ghastly shape, dark, unnerving feeling, wasted the moment and blinded it to something from a nightmare.

But again, as it is, the power is out and the human mind will go overboard for even the simplest thing.

"Raivis?" A voice called from behind said person who rested on the large couch across the very scene plaguing his mind. "Are you all right?"

When hearing the footsteps reaching near, to where a tall body was off to the side of his eye sight, to when he finally answered the other with a shrug.

"It's just a power-out, Ivan and Eduard are taking care of it." Toris said, sitting down next to the shorter lad, handing him a cup of hot chocolate with a smile, before saying. "Good thing the gas is still running, huh?" Ending with a blow the steam down and started taking a drinking from his cup.

Raivis nodded and did the same, minus the blowing and brunt his lips. He gave a shout and place the cup down on the coffee table before them. Fanning a bit for cool air to hit him.

"Spacing off?"

"A little, but more of thinking kind."

"Of what?"

"I took the cats to check ups."

"And what? Isen claw the living hell out of you again, like he always does." Toris taunted in a small smile of all the trueness of it.

The smaller lad gave a pout and cross his arms over his chest, choosing to look away from his friend, not wanting to that teasing grin and quiet laugh leave his mouth.

"Besides that, Toris, really he gives you a more time than me." Giving the treating back.

The other gave a light shove to the other.

"All right, sorry, very sorry. Then what is wrong?" He urged the other, along with that frown that was added in pure worry.

"I'd had Dr. Zwingle take a look at Ramzi when that demon prince was done." Raivis said, reaching for his now cool cup and taking long sips, enjoying the small amounts could make him feel.

Toris gave a sigh before saying. "What a sight that must have been, two cute thing together at last."

"Don't you have Feilks?"

"In his dreams." Toris grumbled before leaning back in his seat, watching the flames for a bit. "And before you ask, what happen while we were out, wasn't a date."

"I wasn't going to, but later I might ask him." Raivis ended with a smirk, but it didn't last as soon formed a line, where he said. "Dr. Zwingle said that Ramzi was most likely abuse before winding up here. She said it best to serve him different food for a while and lots of water."

"From how you look, buddy, there is something more."

"She wants to make he got a date for a surgery to take out something that was found near spine. Thank goodness though that if it was implanted any deeper, it would have shatter his spine. And would have died at a keenly pace."

Toris said nothing and patter the lad, in hopes to ease the harsh tension of his shoulders.

"Did Dr. Zwingle said what it was?"

"No, she didn't want me to worry. Said until the surgery comes, Ramzi stay bed rested." He answered, with his body relaxing in his seat, finding other places to look, for that looking at one of his friends, would make it feel that it was real.

"With all that ball of energy he has, good luck."

"And you too with Feilks."

Ending this for the win of far from dropping anything that had been said before. Having Raivis with the last word and Toris giving him a mock glare.

Raivis stood up from his seat, along with his cup and Toris's now empty one. Leaving the living-room to the kitchen for them to clean when the lights were back on. Right as he placed them down, finally then, the lights came on. Wasting no time to clean the cups. Planning.

Not knowing of the pair of eyes watching him. Seeing that humans are strange and caring.