But In the End, We Cherish Ourselves:

***Gifts and A Leaky Pipe***

Leanne slipped out of her small, tidy bedroom to sneak up in Zephyr's room. Who hasn't woke up, hence it's twelve. Leanne had not even notice the eldest, sitting already enjoying his adventurous television shows, as Leanne would recall it. He eyed her closely as her delicate hands slid up the old handrail.

"Zephyr's not home, Leanne." He called out just as the blond woman was reaching the top step. She spun around just as Vashyron got up to put his breakfast away. "But if he was, he would in fact have enjoyed your presence."
Vashyron returned to his beloved couch with a red mark of disapproval, planted firmly on his cheek. Leanne fluttered angrily. But the Vashyron could see from beyond her raged face, a blush was swelling her.

"Do you know where he gone off to?" Leanne said minutes after returning to her normal naive self. Vashyron gave a hearty chuckle.

"Sure I know, I always know," He answered. "He went to go do "errands". Can't tell you, however." Leanne sighed and headed to the messy kitchen, stepping clumsily over areas slick with water. Pipes were leaking again. She noted hopeless with worry. Where was the young boy when she need help with housework?

It's not fair to do any of Zephyr's housechores, was it? She got the mop and cleaned the gunky floors in the living room. Leanne obviously didn't her her night's worth of beauty rest, consisting of nine hours, plus an hour extra just in case Vashyron himself were to sleep in.
Which was not very likely. He was king to pulling all-nighters. He could easily do anything that manipulated his normal sleeping regimen.

Leanne's head started pounding. Opening the cupboards from under the sink, she found the leaky pipe and pressed her small hands against the massive main pipe. Water slipped through her fingers and onto her pajama pants. Would a towel help out? She thought. Maybe a towel can sorta fix it till Vashyron gets to it.

"Hey, Vashyron," She grunted, shifting her weight so that her shoulders rested on the cupboard doors. "Mind passing me a towel?" A groan sounded from the other room.

"Why on Basel do you need a towel? Use the one in the kitchen." Vashyron muttered. Leanne blew a few strands of hair out of her face, the pipe seemed more agitated now, more water skimmed down her arms. A trickle of cold water instinctivly made her grip tighter.

"Where?" She gasped, sides of her shirt was absorbing more water.

"On the stove, in front of the sink. I think..." Useless, Leanne gritted her teeth, and to her amazement, a white, fluffy towel was hanging from the handle. Leanne released one of her hands and extended it to reach for the towel. Her weight shifting away from it, and to make it worse, pulling towards her. More water seeped making Leanne's determination for the white towel greater. Her fingers dabbed at the fluffy material, and just as she was grabbing it...

KRRRT! SPRUSH!

Leanne grasped the towel, and looked back to the pipe. She had to force her eyes closed as water hit her. The cold water forced her to drop the waterlogged towel that Vashyron slid in, glimpsing at Leanne with the lead piece from the sink in her hand. Another with the towel, dabbing uselessly at the floor, which water spread to. Vashyron hooted, moving Leanne away in taking the pipe to shove back in to it's place. Water surrounded his feet and started to reach for Leanne's. Vashyron's laughter was still heard from the sprinkle of water.

The door opened and a familiar noise of metal clanking was heard from the shower. Leanne peered over, Zephyr was at the front door with a puffy bag in his hand. Zephyr walked forward towards Leanne, eyes gazing at the floor and sometimes his feet. And with an arm out; gave Leanne the light bag. Leanne took it and attempted to sneak a peek on Zephyr's face. But Zephyr backed away and turned around.

"Here, I thought you said you needed more clothing." Zephyr said, a little muffled. Leanne raised an eyebrow. Her closet was overflooded with clothes, yet she opened the bag and pulled out an black shirt.
She grinned, it was the most adorable cat she had ever seen. It was a white tabby and blue eyes. Same designing as her piggy shirt.

By the way, she looked down at her shirt that she was wearing, all clumpy and soaked and heavy with liquid. She looked at Zephyr, who was still peering at the floor and hugged him. Zephyr shuddered with surprise that he almost recoiled from her grasp. Leanne dropped the bag and shirt. "Thank you." Zephyr blinked and awkwardly hugged her back with one arm. Zephyr was soaked as well now when Leanne parted. Leaving Zephyr with his dry arm out hanging out, as if he were to give someone a highfive. Vashyron bursted out the door, arms out towards Zephyr.

"Awww, does Vashy also get a hug?" Before Zephyr could respond, Vashyron took him in his heavy arms. Shaking him like a old ragdoll being manhandled by a seven-year-old pigtailed girl.

"I- I- can-can't b-b-reathe!" Zephyr shouted in alarm, Vashyron pulled back, face changing from a playful expression to a 'what died here?' kind of expression.

"Damn it Zephyr, now this whole house it going to be stinking of wet dog!" Zephyr glared at Vashyron's narrowed eyes, and to make it worse, Leanne's raspy giggling sounded from her room. Zephyr growled briefly and stomped up his room. Meanwhile, Vashyron slipped out of his wet jacket and brought out clean clothes for when he was finished after his shower, and slammed the bathroom door.

The three returned, Leanne with a dry towel in her hair. Zephyr was dried up and had a fresh pair of clothes. Vashyron was sitting with his eyes closed. Oblivious of the two drawing on his face.

"Zephyr," Leanne started, closing her marker. Zephyr, who was content of drawing a unibrow on the older man's face looked up at Leanne.

"Yea?" He responded, finishing up the unibrow and closing the thick permanent brown marker.

"I think I should take you shopping know, for more jackets and such." Zephyr mentally face plamed. But thinking it was too rude to give up that offer. "Er, sure. But we should go to bed, Vashyron could wake up anytime soon." Leanne agreed by shaking her petite head. Exchanging 'good nights'. The two went to their rooms and snuggled in quietly.

They could faintly hear Vashyron waking up and heading over to the refridgerator for his wine. What they didn't expect from Vashyron was a troubled holler: "YOU GODDAMNED SONS OF BITCHES! WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"

Besides from that, their night would've have been nice.