Josh

"Ooh right. Greasyball," he said in a fully teasing manner as Morela worked on cleaning up. That she was experiencing emotions about her blood didn't occur to him in the least even when he caught a slightly odd look on her face. Clueless. A good word for the man.

"Greasyhead! Where are ya? You mum wants you," he called out looking around the room before he was crawling on the floor to look under the small space beneath the couch.

The room was hardly furnished - Leathan never home enough to much care and Josh home enough but not caring - thus it wasn't like the kitten could hide in too many spots.

"Oi! Greaseface! C'mon. The sooner you come out, the sooner I get to go get more beer, so," he worked his way towards the radiator, "c'mon. Mum is going to cry or somthing icky if you don't come out," he added. "Oh, hey, here's Rocky," he said, finding the boa under the radiator just like he'd guessed.

And then, a moment later, his eyes bulged wide. The snake's mouth was still open and, in the gap was the fuzzy black head of what appeared to be a very much dead kitten.




Leathan

"This year I am under Mr Haverill. It's interesting comparing the different styles of the two."

"Hah, I bet it is," Leathan said, refraining from adding that Elphais was nothing better than a lowlife cretin and deserved nothing less than a slow and painful death at the hands of some slimy baddie. Afterall, personal issues aside, Elphais was a damn good interrogator.

"It's going well. I am rather itching to start at the Academy though. I hear they didn't take too many students this year."

"No, they didn't," he smiled. "I think they took two. You and some other bloke. Not sure who, though. You'll do wonderul, Jacquie. You gonna take some of my self-defense stuff, yeah?" he asked, giving a nod at Plum as the girl entered.