The Greek twisted to look at Juniper for an answer, while she gathered the rest of her supplies out. She probably wouldn't need transfusion for the wound, it was probably deep but thin in width. Not the wound you would get from a kitchen knife, so... a street knife more than likely. That makes things a bit easier. Clean blades went in easy, sure, but they hardly ever tore up the insides on the way back out. It was the serrated ones that really made her job hard.

"About 30 minutes since he showed up at my door. I don't know any more than that." Juniper supplied, peering curiously into Andrea's bag full of medical supplies.

"I'll have to assume the worst then." She turned back to the boy, and her smile was a little more genuine, even if it was her work face. "I'm going to have to look at your wound for a moment, so do try and keep control of your flames. I do not wish to end up in the ER myself tonight with burns. I can knock you out if you would rather be out for the stitches, too."

That caught Juniper's attention. She spared a wide eyed look at the woman, before it flicked to Blue and she shrugged.

She reached out to feel for a pulse at his wrist, checking it against her watch for a moment. Muttering something under her breath to herself, she set his writ back where she had found it and reached out to peel the soaked rag away from his wound.

"Juniper, be a dear and get me some clean rags, please?"

The rate of blood loss was slowing, but.. that could be a good, or bad thing.

"This will hurt. Are you ready for a little pain?" She frowned at him, while pulling out a small flashlight and clicking it on. She needed to press on the wound a bit to make sure that only blood was coming out, and no other liquids. If the blade had nicked an organ, or intestines, she might see other bits pop out with the blood. It was a good sign that the rag was just red, with no random bits of things on it.

Juniper trotted back over with fresh towels in her hands, concern written on her face. "Are just stitches not a thing?"

The Greek shook her head a bit. "Unfortunately until I know if any other organs were affected, I cannot just stitch him up or he might continue bleeding internally."

The doctor was...kind. One of those genuine kind people that honestly made it hard to dislike them. Blue was told to keep his flames from burning the nice lady and he nodded once to show he was listening. It probably felt weird sitting there with your hands going through fire that wasn’t really fire. It was warm though. By the way the snakes had been longing to get closer they must have sensed the heat source.

Blue grimaced at the mention of being knocked out. ”All the same t’ you, I think I’ll stay awake for the moment. Don’t fancy bein’ knocked out. Although there sure was a good attempt of that earlier...” he reached one hand up and touched his head. He was pretty sure that injury was fine, there hasn’t been blood at least.

The snake lady was asking questions again. Pain? ”Do what you need to, luv.” He was certain he was getting a heavy dose of karma served cold today. Oh well. He would be lying if he pretended it would fix him in the end. Nothing could fix someone broken beyond repair like Blue. He was stone cold silent as she worked, all the playing fine from his expression. He drew back on experience from his younger years, when taking a fist was normal. You didn’t cry or it would make it worse. You didn’t flinch and let him know he scared you.

The knife had missed anything important, that was the small miracle. The angry teleported had managed to wedge the blade in for the thin, deep cut. The angle suggested they had been aiming for something more serious, driven toward the heart, missing by luck.

When she worked, he didn’t flinch, jaw set and flames only occasionally giving a flicker of the pain he felt.

Orange eyes flicked from the stab wound to the bump on his head and she made a mental note to check it later. Concussions were a concern, but for now the bleeding wound was still a priority.

"Take a deep breath in for me, please." She was pressing on the tissue around the wound gently, and seemed to be pleased with what she was seeing. When he breathed in as deeply as he could she was equally happy to see that no air bubbles tried to escape from the wound.

"Looks as though you got lucky tonight, my friend. The blade seems to have missed any vital organs, or your lung for that matter." The tension that she had been carrying rolled off of her a little, since he would be fine for the most part. Sleepy and sluggish from blood loss, but fine after her treatment.

"I'm going to assume that neither of you are squeamish since you've both reacted well for the most part, but I will warn you that the treatment i'm about to administer will involve more blood." She gaze turned back to Blue. "With your permission, that is."

She pulled a packaged, fresh scalpel from her bag and peeled one of her gloves off. She held the hand out of reach of the both of them. "Under no circumstances are either of you to touch this hand. I cannot heal the damage that would do to you."

Once she was sure the message got through, she started unwrapping the thin blade.

"That wound of yours is deep enough that with out a thorough cleaning it will likely get infected after it is stitched shut. That would require a hospital visit, but since i'm sure that would involve many more questions I doubt that is an option you will likely want to go with." She tried not to fiddle with the blade, as that might seem threatening. "Instead, I propose that you allow me to use a facet of my power to close your wound. It should heal in a matter of minutes for a cut like that, and we won't have to worry about infections or anything healing funny. My blood has a special property that allows me to use it to heal wounds such as yours. I have paperwork to prove my blood is clean as well, if you are concerned."

She fished out a clean syringe while she waited, unwrapping the needle from its sterile package and setting about fixing all the parts together. She laid everything out on a clean towel that Juniper had provided.

"Woah." The teen in question supplied, "That's pretty wicked. Does it heal anything?"

Blue obeyed all the instructions and didn't flinch despite the pain. It was easy for him not to react. He spend most his life pretending pain didn't bother him, and this was no different. He didn't know Andrea. He wasn't going to be weak in front of her. Yes, she was helping, but Juniper was his friend, and this doctor was not. He had his jaw set and kept quiet. There wasn't anything he wanted to talk about now.

She said he was lucky. Blue gave a slight nod as if acknowledging it. He knew that much at least. The angry knife-wielder had been aiming deeper, and it well could have been his lungs. He could feel just how close it had been, as if the knife had been a brush with him against death. Honestly, he hadn't expected to actually get injured. Confidence had been his downfall this time.

The doctor took off a glove and warned him. Blue didn't move, and had no intention to. When she offered another option involving blood he didn't flinch. "I'll just have to trouble you for option B. I'm not concerned, you can proceed." He shut his eyes, missing his math book. Without the fire he just wanted to sleep now. When he started to slip toward sleep, breath slowing more, he felt a persistent prod against one shoulder.

He opened his eyes back up lazily and looked toward Juniper. "You are...no fun today, darlin'." He didn't like the concern. It was annoying. But, at least she cared. It was a lot for his brain to think about, and his headache felt worse. He just wanted this to be over.

"I'm saving all the fun for when you stop bleeding on my floor." Juniper quipped back, attempting to tickle one of his ears like the brat she was.

Andrea smiled at the two of them, thankful for Juniper who was trying her best to keep her friend awake. Once she had permission it didn't take long to wipe down the outside of the wound with an iodine swab to prep for her treatment,

She picked up her blade again and answered the question Juniper had asked. "Almost anything. It can heal things like this quickly. Stab wounds, gun shot wounds, etcetera. I've even managed to successfully reattach a limb once."

She carefully sliced a shallow cut into the meat of one finger, wincing slightly at the pain. The blade was discarded back to the towel, and she reached for the syringe as blood started pooling in her palm. It didn't take much blood to start the healing process.

"This pinch just a bit, but should start to immediately feel better." Using her gloved hand, she held the skin around his wound gently as she pushed the needle in and pressed down on the plunger. The moment her blood mingled with is the wound started to heal. It would feel warm, perhaps a tiny bit warmer than usual, and would possibly tingle a little as the injured tissue started to knit itself back together. Andrea was able to pull the needle out quickly, no worse than getting a shot in an already sore arm. She let the remainder of the blood in the barrel of the syringe drip out onto the surface of the wound. It was already healing by the time she set the needle down and reached for something to clean her finger with, as well as a new glove.

"And that is that. It will take just a bit for all of the internal bit so sew themselves back together, but you should be right as rain after that." Once her hands were clean she fished out her flashlight again and aimed it toward his head injury. Careful fingers reached out to gently feel around it. "This will be bright; I'm going to check your pupils."

She shined the light in his eyes, and was satisfied with a proper dilation response. "No concussion. The sleepiness is more than likely just from the blood loss." She fished out a notepad from her bag and a pen.

"He will need Green leafy veggies, red meat, and some rice added to his diet for the next few days, at the very least. Fruit juice high in vitamin C will also help him make a swift recovery." She handed the paper to Juniper after tearing it out of her pad, and started putting all of her things away.

"You should try to rest for a few days at the very least. Get lots of sleep and drink lots of water."

Blue made a face at Juniper, giving something between a grimace and a scowl. "All things considerin', the amount of blood actually on your floor is minimal. I even made sure not to drip it through the building on the way up. Had I managed to save some clothing I probably could have kept it out of the hallway too." He did not mention his previous state of nakedness in the presence of the adult administering first aid. That was something best left for later.

There was suddenly a feeling from his stomach, and Blue felt his eyes snap open with surprise. It was less the sensation of his skin knitting, more the feeling of ... "Oh, that's what heat feels like." he almost looked like a child, temporarily fascinated by the sensation. It went away a bit too fast and he almost missed it. The disruption in his perfectly regulated body temperature was bizarre. More than anything that woke him back up.

While she checked his eyes Blue stayed still, then listened to the instructions. He inwardly cringed at the very idea of eating 'leafy greens'. What am I, a rabbit?. Again, he behaved. He said nothing. He remained where he was like a docile puppy, snuggling against the floor and looking for his lost math book. After checking he was no longer at risk of bleeding everywhere, he shifted to his side so he could collect it. Ah, sweet fire. he hugged it to his chest and little ringlets of flames came back to life between the pages.

He tried to keep the actual smoke somewhat smothered by his body. He didn't want to harm Juniper with smoke inhalation, but wasn't sure how to cuddle with a fire without any form of smoke being released. He just wanted the energy, comforted by the feeling of flames against his skin.

Sheesh, she'd told not to worry about the blood so much. She could scrub it out later, or buy a rug or something.

The teen stared at the list of roods given to her, unable or unwilling to control her own expression enough not to blanch at the idea of healthy food and having to cook it. There was a reason she survived solely off of junk food; She both sucked at cooking and hated having to make her own food. Somehow cup o' noodle didn't feel like it belonged anywhere near the list she had been given, though.

The Greek seemed a bit surprised at boy talking about what heat felt like, seeing as he was on fire and all, but she made no comment on it. Neither did Juniper. Just another wacky facet of a mutation in her mind.

"Thank you, Andie." Juniper got to her feet, tucking the list away with her phone in her pocket. "Sorry for calling you out of the blue and all like that, I just... don't know many more people in this city yet. Zaid said you were good people so I figured you'd be able to help maybe."

The Greek's smile softened a little as her work personal slipped away. She also looked a little more tired as she stood and slipped her bag onto her shoulders. "It is nothing to worry about, Juniper. Really. Call me any time you need help, okay?"

The woman reached out and patted her on the @#$%ing head like a child, before turning to show herself out. Juniper stood frozen on the spot for moment, processing the awkward heat pat like a lagging old PC trying to boot up Internet explorer.

"You kids have a nice night now, okay? Stay safe and get some rest please! Bye!"

She let herself out.

Juniper threw the towel in her hands at the direction of the door with a huff. "I'm @#$%ing 19!"

Turning back to the man on her floor, who was cuddling the burned book and trying to get cozy, she stepped around him and headed for her bathroom. There was an older metal tub in there, the ceramic coated kind, that she was pretty sure would make a better napping spot than her floor. He needed to recover and much like Clyde, who was so lazy he hadn't bothered to even wake to see what all the fuss was about the whole time, a place he could settle in and just burn for a while was probably what he sought. She didn't have a fireplace in her apartment, none of the buildings did. So... bathtub it was!

After throwing open her bathroom window so the smoke would have a place to vent, she set about gathering up a few books she didn't care about from the school library and piled them next to the tub. Then she returned to his side.

"Okay, lazy butt. I've got a better napping spot for you where you can burn a bit brighter. Come on."

It was... weird. She trusted him enough at this point to reach on down with un-phased hands just expected him to be able to control his flames in those areas for her.

... When had that happened? It still felt like yesterday when she was still keeping whole parts of her body fully intangible with him around, just for safety's sake.

Once she got him into the bathroom and the tub-- which was thankfully big enough to fit his long frame-- she headed back out to find a few more things he could burn that she didn't care about. A few blankets that were replaceable, more books from her personal stash that were also replaceable, and also horribly smutty.

She settled down on her knees at the side of the tub once she felt like there was enough piled into the small bathroom to keep him comfortable for a while. "I know it's a little cramped, but is that batter?"

She needed to check the time soon. There were some markets still open around the area where she could pick up a few things from the list Andie had given her.

"I'll hop out here soon to go get you some food. What would you want? Steak? Chicken?"

Blue didn't flinch when Juniper threw the towel at the door behind the Greek, but he did chuckle to himself. He stayed where he was with his book, until Juniper came back for him. Ignoring the insult, he blinked and let himself be helped up, awkwardly following, being led to where the metal tub was. Ah, that wasn't such a bad plan. A bit like a cat, well, a lot like a cat, he scooted the blankets around, climbed on top of them and made a little fort around himself with the books. Then, after a thought, he wiggled free of the pajama pants and politely put them outside the tub. No use ruining clothing for no reason. He pulled a blanket across his lap at a momentary attempt to be modest and then pulled his burning mathbook closer. He didn't light them all on fire at once, that would be a waste, but he did let it smolder a bit hotter, feeding off the energy from it. His own flames flickered a much more normal shade of blue with contentment.

He paused, realizing Juniper was speaking, and considered the question. "Steak would be nice. Certainly better'n that rabbit food she was listin'."

He flipped the book open and laid it across his stomach and nested deeper into the blankets. Hopefully they wouldn't burn right away, at least until he had acquired a decent bit of ash to rest against. He closed his eyes, then opened one just a bit so he could see her. "Do I need to do some type of awkward thank you card for this? I'm not sure either of us can handle such sincerity," he remarked. He shut his eyes again and smirked a bit. "I mean, if you don't want to cook you can always just hand me the steak and I'll torch it for you. I promise I'll wash up first before touchin' it." They already had a mini bbq set up in the bathroom anyway.

Steak it was!

She was peering over the lip of the tub at him when he dropped the joke about the card. She snorted in reply and stood, stretching a little. Her arms had locked up a bit from the anxiety of having him in such a condition only minutes before.

"Naaaah, I don't need any sentimental crap. You're fine now and that's good enough for me." She turned toward the door, pushing a stack of burnables closer within his reach. "What kind of host would I be if I let my guest cook for himself?!" She mimed be ing offended, clutching invisible pearls and all with a laugh. "I'll be back in a bit, help yourself to anything you want, but try to get some sleep, okay?"

She left the door open as she headed back for her kitchen, stopping along the way to slip her shoes on and grab a coat and her wallet. She didn't bother with keys, stepping right through her front door after re-locking it. Hauling her butt to the store wouldn't long, and would give her a much needed chance to sooth all of her anxiety feathers back down and prepare herself for an attempt at cooking.

After Juniper left, Blue took the time to make himself comfortable. With the small fires around him smoldering pleasantly, he felt his eyes shut, finally allowed to rest without anyone jabbing him and insisting he make small talk. Feelings, family, how had they landed on that type of crap anyway?

There was no one to judge him, so he scooped the large math book and curled up with it like a nice warm, smoldering pillow. If there had been actual logs to burn, this would have been perfect. Maybe he could just pay rent and nap in someone's bath tub more often. He wouldn't get woken by yelling as often, and leaching energy off the hot metal was even better than the grate of a good fire pit.

When Juniper returned, she would find an exhausted Blue out cold in his little makeshift bed. He was still holding the mathbook, and if anyone hadn't known better, they might even say he looked cute like that.

About an hour or so later she returned, waltzing through her own door with a few very full plastic bags and a book tucked under one arm. She'd found a cook book while out shopping, one that was aptly named for her 'Cooking for Idiots'. The recipes inside were so simple even she couldn't screw them up!

Once her bags had weight again, she trudged them into her kitchen and pushed around the various take out containers and bottles in her fridge, until there was room for all of the healthy stuff.

It was easy to set her phone up to play a top hits station while she worked. She wasn't going to disturb him until the food was ready, and according the easy steak recipe she found it would be at least 30 minutes.

Washing, cutting, and boiling potatoes was going to take some time, but she was at least familiar with it. She'd gotten used to digging them out of the garden at home, preparing them and roughly how long it took to boil them. The steak, considering both of he parents had been strictly Vegan, was much harder. She had stuck to ordering her meat from fast food joints when she was old enough to have money of her own. Cuts of meat, or how to cook them were waaaay out of her realm of knowledge.

Once she had her pot of spuds on to boil, she moved on to the meat. "Alright... Medium high heat." She kicked the now empty box of pots and pans out of the way, along with the styrofoam it had come packaged in, to retrieve a clean pan from by her sink. The instructions called for a cast iron pan, which she didn't own, so she was using one of the medium sized sauce pans she had.

Medium high heat was like, smack in the middle, right? Where was the oil she'd bought?

5 minutes in and one viewtube distraction later she had to pitch an on fire pan out of her living room window onto the street down below. Thakfully, given the time, no one was out and about in order to complain.

...Well, small sauce pan it was, then!

She paid more attention for round two, and managed not to set the oil on fire at least. By that time her potatoes were ready to be taken out and strained, which left the pan and the lone stead she had put in it alone.

Pan no.2 went sailing out the window in the same direction as pan no.1, but this time it wasn't on fire. It was just smoking up a storm. She left the window open and propped open the front door to let some of the smoke out. Thankfully the building wasn't up to code, or at least her's wasn't, so her smoke alarms 100% didn't work.

Two hours later she had a medium well done steak on a plate, which she had been forced to cook in a pot after she ruined the 3rd pan, and a pile of mashed potatoes. The nice cubes she had made had to be reheated, and thus became mashed in form.

She shuffled into her bathroom looking like she had lost a war in that kitchen, plopped a stool down beside the tub and set his plate of food, with utensils, on the corner of the counter.

"Hey, Blue." She wasn't about to reach in there and try to poke him awake with his flames going all nicely like that. "Blue, dinner's ready."

With a poorly stifled yawn, she leaned back against the wall to rest her head for a second. Cooking was absolute hell, and oil splatter burns were nothing to joke about. She'd only meant to close her eyes for a second, but... well, she was out like a light a moment later.

Blue was a heavy sleeper. He always had been. Maybe it came from always sleeping in public places, or maybe it was because he was immune to a lot of things that tended to wake people up. Hot, cold, temperature fluctuation didn't matter to him. There wasn't even logs and coal digging into his back to make him uncomfortable, and the blankets were honestly better than most things he slept on.

Fire had a strange feeling for him. It gave him energy, and his mind seemed to translate that to 'warmth'. He was comforted by the flames, whether it was the deep smoldering heat, or the light flickering flames. In his little nest of burnables, he had plenty of both. Heck, if he had seen the fires Juniper created while cooking, he probably would have just had her throw the pans in with him. But they would have not been as comfortable, so maybe it was a good thing he slept through it.

The casual announcement it was time to eat was almost missed to him, but he finally rolled over and caught sight of the plate. Suddenly hungry, he made room inside his 'bed' to reach and claim the plate without risking hurting his friend. After all her efforts, he had finally come to terms with the fact that they were probably not nemesis anymore. She was asleep, and he frowned slightly to himself. Should he wake her? Should he let her nap? He chewed up the steak hungrily, but his own drained body could not keep up with the rate his brain was trying to work.

He had managed to burn herself even with him in the other room. He sighed. Setting his food off to the side, he snuck free of his nest and went to retrieve the aloe vera that had been bought the last time he had come over. When you hung around a fire mutant, it was pretty much a given to keep some.

Careful not to startle her (or wake her. It would have probably looked insanely odd to wake up to him next to her) he put the burn ointment on the splatters. He finished the last of his food, put the plate away in the kitchen, and tidied up the messes she had made. Hell, she had managed to create a lot of fire while he wasn't looking, hadn't she? Feeling weird and grateful, he got the last surviving pan clean, made sure the kitchen had no other damage, and returned to his spot in the tub.

She hadn't woken. The air wasn't smokey enough he was worried she had been sleeping where she sat, and the room wasn't cold enough with the fire she could get sick. Really, nothing to worry about. But, no, nothing to worry about.

Tucking himself back in, he pulled his charred blanket back over himself, re-lit some of the fires that had gone out, and went back to sleep.

She awoke hours later when an alarm went off in her bedroom. Startled awake to the point she tipped over sideways and knocked her head on the door-jam was a first. There was a brief moment of disorientation, before things gradually started to come back to her.

Oh... right. Glancing over at the hopefully still sleeping mutant, she hauled herself up stiffly. Her back protested in a dozen ways the whole time. No matter how worried she might be, there was absolutely no way she was going to be sleeping on a stool next to the tub ever again.

Trying to stretch the ache away as she went, she found herself at her phone and quickly shut off her morning alarms. Yeaaah... there was no way she was going to school today. Classes and homework be damned, she had blood stains to scrub out and towels to destroy. She tapped in the number for the school as she headed out into the kitchen to get some coffee going, spiked coffee of course, while calling herself in sick for the day.

Huh... maybe she should text Xavier too and let him kn-

....


Who the @#$% had cleaned her kitchen?!

Juniper was not one to generally be caught off guard. Waltzing out and executing to see a war-zone of dishes and abandoned food, and instead finding a thoroughly cleaned counter, sink, and a pile of washed dishes and utensils clean and drying? Well, that left her a little gobsmacked for sure.

She blinked, rubbed her eyes, pinched herself. Around that time she also noticed that she has somehow gotten the aching oil burns covered in ointment at some point the night before.

...Well. She could either add sleep walking to her list of issues, or...

She glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and the sleeping arsonist within.

...Naaaah! No way! No @#$%in way!

She chalked it all up to being waaaay too tired the night before and got started making breakfast. Breakfast at least she was a little better at.

About a dozen eggs (eggs were packed with protein, right!?) later she had a slow, low heat scramble going on the stove and was across the room over by Clyde's bed with her guitar in her lap, strumming the strings lazily to the tune of a quiet, gentle song she had heard on the radio weeks before. Her big, fat cat was curled up like a black and white halo around her head, purring loudly into her ears as they both lazed away.

"-If i'd known you'd sold on maybe, well i'd let you waste another guy.." It was funny how she tended to gravitate to the same spot as Clyde on sunny days. The spot just inside her window, where she could star up at the sky over the top of the building across the street, while the sun warmed the floor around them. She totally wanted to be a cat in the next life.

"-Well alrighty Aphrodite, go whip that red for other eyes~"

She strummed away, content that she'd give it just a bit longer before trying to wake the man from his much needed slumber. At least she'd managed to get that pair of new pj pants in there for him before she started cooking.

Blue woke up feeling groggy. It was a good thing soot didn't hurt him, because he was pretty well covered in it. He rubbed his face, sitting up and trying to find a clean spot to wipe his eyes on. There was an old towel next to the tub he hadn't burnt yet, so he sleepily retrieved that and brushed his face clean. He would need a shower. Honestly, he probably should have had one already. There was dried blood, and dirt, and soot, and, yeah, he wondered if he should even leave his nest now that he looked destined to leave a trail of dust through the house.

His nose was distracted by the smell of food, and he managed to stumble to the middle of the bathroom, dusting what he could from his body. He looked like a chimney sweep. Actually, like a raccoon. He rubbed his eyes one too many times. He tried again with the towel, finally turning on the sink to wet it and try to wash his face.

Nope, more like a panda now. This was useless.

Music was coming from the other room, and Blue listened for a moment before venturing out to see Juniper playing the guitar. He leaned against the door frame, then stopped himself, awkwardly trying to brush the soot of that too. Made it worse. He stopped trying.

"Sorry, luv, I seem to be leavin' more dirt than I'm cleanin'. I smelt food," he didn't comment on the music, worried that would make her feel self-conscious. Wait, worried? Great, he woke up looking like a raccoon, and acting like a human.

He needed to get back to bed. Clearly, he woke up in a different body.

"Run your mornin' bath in seafoam.. soak your milky skin in the tide. Little pearl you think you're in goal, but I can see the dirty in-"

The song came to an abrupt, startled end when she noticed Blue had come out from the bathroom, and she was prepared to greet him cheerily... until she noticed the soot.

"Oh my god you look like a panda." She crackled up immediately, spooking Clyde awake- who yawned, stretched, and cat up to groom himself. Setting her acoustic to the side in a lean against the wall, she pushed herself up and headed into the kitchen. "Don't worry about the soot, really. It'll come off."

She busied herself getting him the plate he had cleaned the night before and piling it with a few good heaps of eggs. She turned to fish out a clean spoon and went to hand him his breakfast. "One sec and you'll have a place to sit."

It didn't take long to throw a sheet over the couch, and thus give him a guilt free place to settle down.

"Feeling any better?" She asked, as she headed back into the kitchen to get herself a bowl of eggs as well. "Not that I don't trust Medusa's methods last night but... like, nothing is ever as good as it sounds, you know?"

Her cat wound around her legs a few times, begging for a second breakfast. She shooed him off and headed on over to claim the other side of her small couch, curling up in the corner and blowing on the hot eggs for a bit.

Clyde, either very brave or foolish, turned to Blue as his next victim to try and beg food out of. The fat, one eyed tomcat yowled loudly at him, pawing with one foot that lacked any claws. Juniper didn't feel the need to warn him against giving the cat anymore food, as the fire mutant had been over quite a few times before and was probably well used to the cats sly ways.