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Gina was ready to just wander off, for it seemed that the other girl was handling herself quite well without her intervention. In fact, the two went into the store together, which must have been a good thing. She shrugged, began to stroll away, quite ready to just return to the Mansion. She was done for the day, had nothing else to do. Yet, as coincidence would have it, as she began to stroll past the storefronts, the same man that had run into the other girl, the same man that was robbing the store, also bumped into Gina, and quite rudely.

Gina stumbled forward, nearly tripping and falling. He was well dressed, and toting a suitcase, but he hugged the suitcase to his chest and seemed rather distracted.

"Hey, watch where you're going, jerk!" Gina snapped, readjusting herself stiffly. The man didn't even so much as look at her. New Yorkers, she huffed in annoyance. Gina wasn't one to be pushed and to just let it slide. She expected an apology, and there wasn't anyway that he'd just accidentally hit her that hard-- no, she wanted an apology, and she'd get one. And then, she'd go home. Gina began to follow him, eyes trained on his rapidly retreating form.

"Hey, you, dude in the suit!" Gina snapped, her voice climbing in volume and pitch. No doubt half of the mall had heard her now, with her perturbed shouting. Some people were glancing towards her, curiosity peaked by the shouting gargoyle girl. Everyone, except the man with the briefcase.

The two of them sauntered down the familiar halls of the Mansion, with the all-too-common hum of student life buzzing about them, no one paying them anymore attention than usual. Funny, how so much drama could unfold in one's life, and yet life still went on around you. They reached the kitchen in no time, Gina shuffling over to the counter and hopping up backwards, so as to sit on it, as Agnes wandered absently to the fridge. Gina watched as her sister distractedly retrieved the fixings of chocolate milk. She was glad to find that it was conveniently devoid of people, which meant that they could converse freely.

Gina also made preparations, but they were less-intensive than Agnes's-- she slid the bag off of her shoulder, opened it back up, and set it down on the counter beside her. Candy, prepared. Gina watched as Agnes poored milk into a glass, and tainted it with chocolate syrup.

>> “My head hurts."

"It's going to," Gina answered simply, fishing into her bag and plucking out a random chocolate. Ah, Snickers-- a good random pick. She fussed with the wrapper and eventually freed the chocolate from its confines, "It always does after a good, long cry." Gina balled the wrapper up and, rather than get up and retrieve the garbage can, tucked it into the satchel once more. She then popped the chocolate into her mouth, and began munching away pensively.

>> "I-I’m sorry Gina. I don’t mean to look so…destroyed over this. I should know better."

Gina inclined her head and arched an eyebrow, but was momentarily silenced by the candy that she was consuming. She couldn't speak intelligibly with the chocolate wedged in her mouth, so she chewed, swallowed, and sighed.

"You think so?" Gina countered, intently focusing her gaze upon her sister. Gina was no old pro at relationships, but to think that Agnes expected to be over Rhythm just like that seemed a bit absurd. Even if Rhythm wasn't her first love, which she was, to be over someone so quickly seemed... shallow. Gina fished out a different kind of chocolate, speculated over it for a moment.

"I wouldn't expect you to get over that quickly," Gina admitted, shaking the candy in Agnes's direction, "I mean, I know you liked her. A lot. And, for all extensive purposes, it's kind of like mourning a loss. I think--" Gina gave a one-shouldered shrug, the "I think" was a more of a disclaimer that she didn't really know, but it was simply she'd simply surmised from watching other people being in relationships and then ending them, "I'd be worried if you weren't so 'destroyed' over this, at least for a little while." But, then again, she'd be worried if Agnes wouldn't let this go over the course of a month or two. Even if Rhythm was her first love.

Candy was something that Gina tore through as an avid writer would tear through their supply of binder paper. Thus, said candies were not stale or by any means outdated. What could she say, she liked sweets? Agnes obviously approved, for suddenly she had wrapped Gina in a hug. Gina didn't even have time to reciprocate it, for she was still holdling the bag of candies. All she could do was be muffled in the skinniness that was Agnes.

>> “You…really are the best-- ugh, god, I hate crying…Come on, I can use some chocolate milk to go with that candy…"

Gina mumbled another "Thank you," into Agnes's shoulder, taking this opportunity to relish being on the recieving end of a hug (for once). And looked at her sister as she released her, studying her face. For the moment, she wasn't crying, but she still had the red-rimmed, worn-out look in her eyes from someone who'd cried long and hard. Agnes was going to crash so hard when she went to bed tonight.

"I hate it, too," Gina agreed, bobbing her head, "It gives me headaches-- monstrous ones." Gina hated crying, but even more, she hated whatever it was that lead up to the crying. Because, let's face it, she was a really happy person, which meant that, for something to truly bother her enough to send her into tears, it had to be pretty intense-- as in, "rip-your-heart-out-and-do-a-step-dance-on-it" intense. Like... getting chased by those guys at the mall, or defending Agnes from her parents, to name a few examples. Those sorts of things made Gina's heart heavy simply thinking about it, and she rubbed her chest absently, as if to chase away the bad feelings.

"Chocolate milk sounds spectacular," Gina agreed, throwing up a hand with a dramatic flourish as Agnes's hand settled on her shoulder and gave it faint squeeze. Gina moved to Agnes's side and tucker her arm around hers, so that they could saunter to the stairwell together, and she leaned her head against her shoulder. God, they were going to have so much chocolate in their system, it'd be a miracle if anyone would be able to tether them down (or, if they didn't get sick).

With her free hand, Gina replaced the bag on her shoulder and shut it while they were in-transit, it could wait until the kitchen, or wherever it was that Agnes had stashed the fixings for the chocolate milk. The two of them crossed the roof in silence, venturing back towards the door. For Gina, it was a comfortable silence, and allowed her some time to figure out whether or not she wanted to shift conversational gears, and how.

Agnes tensed at the hug, but only for a moment. Mentally, she wanted to fight it, and for a moment, she physically resisted it, but let's face it, who could resist Gina's hugs? Finally, she returned the hug, and the waterworks began again. It wasn't that Gina could see it, but Agnes was sniffling in her ear and the tears were soaking the shoulder of her shirt. At Gina's proposal Agnes quirked her head. Even if it didn't earn a laugh, at least it caused Agnes to pause. Gina would gladly do it, but whether or not the cops would actually take her seriously was another matter altogether.

Then, there it was, a faint and hesitant laugh. Gina released her sister, smiling contemplatively. Good she had caught on.

>> “N-No…Gina. Thank you, hehehe."

She touched Gina's face, and Gina smiled as Agnes gently touched her face. Gina smirked. Agnes knew that she would, all that her sister needed to do was to give her the go-ahead. She was willing to be quite the Hell-raiser, given the proper motivation.

>> "I’ll be okay. I’ll just…I’ll just let her go. But at least I still got you."

And then there was Agnes's customary peck on the forehead. Gina glowed at the affection, and took a step back as Agnes released her. It would take a little more work than that, but her attitude was a step in the right direction.

"Thanks Agnes," Gina smiled. She was truly flattered by the "At-least-I-still-got-you" line. Now that things, for the moment, had calmed down a bit, Gina dropped her shoulder so that the strap of her bag slipped to her hands. Gina lifted up the bag buy its strap, holding it as if presenting a boon, and she let her gaze cut implicatively to the bag before letting her eyes wander back to her sister.

"I came prepared," she explained simply, taking the bag with both hands and unzipping it. She tilted it towards Agnes, so that she could see the contents within, the compact, failiar shapes of plastic-wrapped, miniature chocolates within.

Okay, so Gina wasn't really paying attention-- she trusted the DocProf, thus wasn't as wary of him as Shane was. He was doing the usual stuff, checking for reflexes. Boring stuff. Stuff that paled in comparison the funness of bouncing on a bed. Gina only half-listened as the DocProf moved about, informed Shane of what he'd be doing. Gina glanced over in their direction, but that was the only inkling of acknowledgement that she dealt them. Shane looked as though the doctor had just informed him that he was going to amputate, at least in Gina's eyes. She quirked a smile, returned to her absentminded bouncing.

It was only when the DocProf addressed her, that Gina was pulled out of her absentminded reverie.

>> "So, what were you two up to that caused such a terrible fall in the first place? Hope you weren’t letting her fly you around."

Okay, so maybe he was addressing Shane, but Gina answered anyways. She was more talkative anyways.

"Oh, heavens no," Gina said with a lighthearted roll of her eyes, "I wouldn't be able to lift him in flight, much less on the ground--" Gina didn't see the wink, as the DocProf's back was to her. She meant no offense, either. She was simply a petite girl, and Shane was six-feet-tall-ish, and he looked pretty darn heavy, "I was just, taking a walk, and he fell off the roof. And I couldn't, you know, just leave 'im there." And the rest of the story was history. She tossed a smile Shane's way, before turning her attention elsewhere once again.

>> "It's... okay... it wasn't your fault."

Gina quirked a faint smile, laughed softly in spite of herself.

"I'm just sympathising," Gina answered matter-of-factly. But of course, it wasn't her fault-- Gina was just trying to express her condolences for, as short as the relationship had been, Agnes had liked Rhythm. A lot. And boy, when Agnes fell, she sure fell hard. She drew closer as Agnes began to speak, for her voice was so quiet, the wind picked it up with ease, thus making her very difficult to hear. She gave Agnes her respect, let her speak--

>> “I…I know. But…I…I really liked her. And then…then that stupid ViewTube video came up--"

ViewTube video? Gina hadn't seen this video of which Agnes was speaking, and for face scrunched in confusion. She figured since Agnes had shown Rhythm the scars and told her the nitty-gritty of her life story, Agnes had probably told Rhythm about her mutation. Thus, it probably wasn't "the ViewTube video" that Gina had in mind. But, if it was-- ooh, that was going to make the little gargoyle seeth. Then again, Rhythm had been antsy when she'd first met Gina, back in December, thus the little gargoyle held low expectations.

Yet, before Gina could jump to conclusions, Agnes clarified.

>> "--T-There’s a video...s-some news station aired. C-Couple days…before she came to s-see me…she was…she was kissing someone else. S-Some wanted criminal. They busted into a police station together! T-They killed people…Gina. A-And…she never told me…”

That was bad news. As Agnes spoke, the politely subdued look on her face shifted into a furrowed brow and pursed lips, as if Gina was suddenly scheming Rhythm's demise. And Agnes was once again sobbing full-force. Gina didn't have any time to be indignant, though she was righteously bothered by this revelation that her sister had made. Kissing someone else, who happened to be a criminal, busting into a police station, and killing people? Not exactly something you kept from your signifivant other. Or perhaps Rhythm hadn't intended on getting this committed, Gina thought scathingly? She didn't have time to dwell on her protective discomfort, though. No, now that she was in such proximity to her sister, resisting the temptation to hug her was crippling at an alarming rate. Agnes knew how Gina was-- all hugs and incapable of not touching people no matter how hard she tried.

Thus began Gina's hugging. Gina twined her short, chubby arms around Agnes's shoulders (well, neck, really), standing up on her tippy-toes so as not drag the slightly-taller girl down to her height level. She'd resisted the urge for as long as she could, but couldn't contain it any longer. She just needed to hug Agnes, and hoped that Agnes needed the hug as much as Gina needed to hug her. Gina patted her sister's hair, and tilted her head so that she could whisper something to Agnes.

"Want me to call the cops on her?" she inquired, a smile tilting on her tone. That was Gina's attempt at humor, though it's chance of success was, at best, a 50-50. She wanted to say something profound, like something you'd hear from a relationship counselor or a self-help, relationship fix-it book. Something like, "Well, communication is the key step to a healthy relationship," but that just didn't seem apt. The last thing Gina felt like doing was lecturing her older sister about relationships, particularly when Gina herself hadn't been in one.

Gina improvised on her drawing, letting her attention return to the sketch before her and only paying partial attention to the two people before him. The girl seemed to know him. The boy didn't seem to recall who she was. In fact, rather than even answer her, he just groped her instead. Gina couldn't contain her look of mild horror. She wondered if the boy was by any means related to Rhythm.

>> "Zere is a robbery, we ave to stop it!"

There's the pervert, Gina thought dryly, frowning. Yeah, she was pretty sure that he was a schizophrenic now. But, she gave the boy the benefit of the doubt, peered into the store in confusion. Things seemed awfully normal within the store, for a robbery to be going on. Perhaps it was in another shop? Gina gave up on her drawing, slid it into her bag and hopped off of the bench, glancing up and down the seemingly endless aisleways of the mall.

Nope, just the normal ammounts of chaos. Needless to say, this interaction had snagged her attention. She wanted to see what would happen. It was, however, uncourteous to just eavesdrop on conversations. Gina tried to dismiss this common courtesy by reminding herself that this boy seemed like a shameless, psychotic pervert, that it would be for this other girl's own good if she stuck around, but still...

Gina rummaged into her bag, which took a good long while, until her hands met the smooth contours of her cell phone. She pretended to check the time. Meanwhile, the interaction between the two continued.