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Started March 26, 2022 by Deleted user

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June busted out laughing, "I am not bullying him, he needs to get over it. It's been like 10 years." she rolled her eyes. Devon had went to the darkest spot he could find, blending with the shadows.

Cavendish quickly gets the transaction over with, haggling down the price quickly. They return to the safehouse, to find Bane being his usual aggressive self. They set Naize down, then grab Bane, pulling him into the next room.

"What are you doing?" they hiss.

Naize curled Into a corner of the room, enjoying the warmth of the heater

“WHAT AM I DOING!?” Bane yelled. “I'M CONFRONTING HER, THAT’S WHAT I'M DOING.” He’s breathing hard, his fists are clenched. “They’re doing something very suspicious, I guarantee it. Not the boy—the girl. Something about her is off, and I'm going to find out what.” He shoved Cavendish out of his way.

Cavendish shoves Bane against the wall.

"Think. Use your brain. If there's something off about her, don't confront her about it. Watch her. Observe. Think. And when you catch her doing something, then you can confront her." they snarl.

June listened to bane raise his voice, having quite exceptional hearing. She poofed in a cloud of black smoke. Devon sighed, leaning against a wall in the shadows, the only part of him visible was his glowing red eyes.

“Let me the hell go—” Bane said in a low snarl. “If you don’t, I will have to hurt you.” He doesn't think before he acts, never has. He’ll always jump into danger no matter the consequences. Bane strongly griped Cavendish’s wrist and started to twist it.

Naize flinched at the yelling, quickly running to stand in between devons legs. Hunkered down and wide eyes

Devon reached down, gently picking Naize up and hugging her to his chest, petting her softly.

Cavendish doesn't flinch, doesn't move, as their wrist is snapped. They bring a knee into Bane's crotch, sharply and with a considerable ammount of force.

Naize purred softly, nestling into the boy as a comfort. The yelling brought memories and memories brought anxiety.

Bane took a second to register what happened then that bitch was on the ground, letting Cavendish go. He bit his lip to suppress any sound that could come out of him, but you could probably still hear it in his throat. After a little laying there like a sack of potatoes, he managed to spit out “YOU—BASTARD…. I’ll break your neck next!” Although, our little puppy friend here is no place to make any comments or threats.

Cavendish press their good hand against Bane's throat as he lays on the ground.

"Don't. Test. Me." they murmur, bringing their lips right up to Bane's ear. "Do not confront June. I mean it. If you see me as a mentor, you should listen."

Devon held Naize in attempt to comfort her, not sure where his sister was, and not caring in the least, she was probably out killing something.

Naize covered her ears, her tail thwarting the air

“FINE! Je écouterai!” Bane yowled. “But— if you ever do something like this again— I won’t be afraid to break all the bones in your body.” His threat came out in huffs. What a little delinquent they had on hand, and he’s not even the youngest member. Just a stubborn little wolf dog with no knowledge of civil acts or basic human life.

Cavendish nods and gets up. "Good."

They tilt their head and smile. "I expect nothing less."

They walk into the pantry, opening up one of the back panels and grabbing a splint for their wrist, carefully setting the bone and bandaging it before putting the splint on. They grab the arm sling as well, then go back into the living room.

"Alright. Everyone, get in here." they call out.

Naize stayed in devons arm, hating the screaming and yelling

Devon walked into the living room, sitting in a corner silently. June appeared, sitting on the couch.

Bane sat up with a sour expression, one that read ‘I hate this, everything hurts’. He Looked at the others. “I feel like a siting duck in here.” His voice has no tone to it, no emotion, just flat. He’s going back to when his father said too much emotion make you vulnerable and malleable. Bane’s already shown enough emotion, but they’re bound to come back when he’s provoked.

Cavendish sits down.

"We're safer in here than out there, Bane." they reply. They note the peculiar flatness of his tone and face, and sigh. "Also, you are no weaker for showing emotion than if you did show emotion, Bane. Pressing down what you feel, locking it up, will only lead you down a darker path. Eh bien, un chemin plus sombre que celui sur lequel vous êtes. Être payé pour tuer. . . c'est assez sombre quand même."

They look at June and Dev. "You two: behave yourselves around Bane. You know how annoyed he already is with you. Don't give him an actual reason to kill you."

Then they look at Naize. "I'm sorry, Naize."

"I behave" June rolled her eyes. Devon looked at Bane, frowning slightly, not that he ever did much but frown.

Cavendish raises an eyebrow, but doesn't respond.

Naize moved out of devons arms and shifted back “ and enough yelling, it's loud enough in my head already. If we're forming a creed we need to be just as strong as any other. Together we will stand but the moment we lose our grip on each other were bound to slit each other's throats. We have to learn what ticks us off and how to prevent it. I'm not saying change your whole personality for one another but take some fucking respect once in a while.
Some of us are ‘poking fun’ and it's burning the other. Just cavendish said, stop fighting, it's not helping anyone when you do. Just because he's different doesn't mean you become a fucking nazi and beat it out of him. He's human… Maybe. But either way, he's alive, breathing, he has a mind and a heart. He's not numb and neither are you bane so stop acting it. “

Cavendish nods as Naize speaks.

"Well said." they say.