Wearing boots

Honestly, such a day merited little description.. It was dull, boring.. He doubted anything could make it worth being awake through- Though the moment he heard the barking of canines he stiffened in place. Surely there were none in his general vicinity–

“Ah-”

The sight of a small feline stole away the worry that had settled into his chest and the blond was swift in picking up the small creature. Cradling it against his chest, the vampir pulled together every bit of courage in his person- And bared his fangs at the canine, hissing aloud with the stomp of his foot. Thankfully he was something to be feared and it fled..

“Well.. That certainly was.. Something..”

Safety! Being in someone’s arms always was safe, at least never anything bad happened when people picked him up. Flynn watched as the vampir scared off the dog. And he was so thankful that he wasn’t being chased anymore.

Shifting in the hold a little, the kitten reached with his paw up. Very gently letting soft pads touch his chin. And a happy purr came from him. His eyes half closed, and head just nuzzling against Lazarus. 

Little kitten just hoped that the other will understand that he’s trying to thank him.

Little ginger tabby was discovering new things as he sat upon a fence. Green eyes just curiously looking around. The world was so big, so interesting.

Though his calm time was soon to be interrupted by loud noises. Barking, that made the kitten jump. Off the fence, as fast as paws could carry him. Away from the dog that was shouting at Flynn. 

"Even if everyone in the whole world dies, I won't care, as long as my beloved survives."

"A name has nothing to do with loving someone."

"I love clichés, I love predictable scripts, I love it when they paste over problems and I love it when they force a happy ending too."

"Love. I myself have never loved another person."

"Is she a stalker..?! If she's cute it's okay, right?"

"People who call others stupid are usually more stupid"

"These days, I feel more comfortable in dark places"

" It's not that I'm busy, but I'm only willing to give you about two and a half more minutes of my life"

"Everyone's the same, no exceptions. All of them, equal before god."

"If you want to run from your past, fine. But whatever you do, don't run away from your present or worse, your future."

"Are you done with puberty? Then it's time for you to eat sushi."

"I've heard that stalkers don't realize they're stalking. Apparently, they believe that they're 'protecting.'"

"How are you going to drown on land?"

"The only way to truly escape the mundane is for you to constantly be evolving"

"I don't have the strength or wisdom to stand up against someone who is insusceptible to reason."

"You're happy enough, so don't take away the happiness of others. You should share it"

"I am trying to seduce you"

"If you make fiction just as valuable as reality, then any reality you don't need can be a delusion."

"I'm not rude... I just wasn't taught to politely pretend to be nice to people I can't stand."

"There's no one who can live their whole life being completely uncorrupted."

"It's kinda scary how much people trust me."

Maybe Quinn shouldn’t say things like this for someone so young. “I wish I could share your belief. But when we grow up, we should learn to think for ourselves. Besides people pass on the wrong belief to other people.” Quinn had little respect for people who were too easily influenced or who didn’t outgrow the influence they’ve got. “But someone should believe the good of the people. I was actually pretty happy to hear you defending humans. You’re a good kid.”

“I’m not 100% sure which is the original reason”, Quinn admitted. “But that is one of the causes.” Man nodded in agreement  It was cruel. To think how many cats still had troubles to be adopted because of some old folklore… “Yeah, it’s total bullshit. People kinda suck.”

“The color black itself is associated with negative things. And there’s been lots of folklore on black cats. For example in Scottish folklore there’s a fairy known as the Cat Sith, a giant black cat who was believed to have the ability to steal a dead person’s soul before the gods could claim it. But of course I personally find it stupid that people are still superstitious enough to believe there’s anything wrong with black cats.”

Are you interested in adopting a kitten? Or do you just want to have some good luck in your life? Worry not for Flynn can bring you all the good luck you need! 

Her nose twitched as the other approached and she sat up straighter. Not a human. Didn’t smell like one at least. Weird. Somehow nice at the same time though. Different. Like her.

“Hello…?”

Cerys tilted her head slightly, blond locks falling over her other eye. Why had he approached her? Could he tell she was different too? Or maybe he was just one of those people that came to her cuz she looked ‘fun’. Humans were weird. But then again, this wasn’t a human.”

“ I totally wanna like... talk to you... but ... people talk is kind of awkward... “

He already screwed it up. Alright. Can only get better from this point on, he established why he approached her and also that he is totally not used to normal conversation starters. Usually people start talking to him and not the other way around after all -- unless he had questions.

“There he goes.” 

The small woman watched as the man she gotten her dinner from went on to be rude to yet another person. Then watched as he promptly ran into a light pole. How interesting. And funny. Without another word she sat back, drinking the remains of what she’d taken. Not enough to fill her cup completely, but food was food. 

“He doesn’t even taste that good. Mean people never have yummy blood.”

She shook her head with a sigh, emerald hues drifting back to her now empty glass. That was a problem. Needed to fix it as soon as possible.

A bit of time was spent with looking around, before someone actually caught Flynns attention. Faint smell of the rude man traced to the person, and well he wouldn’t be a cat if he weren’t going to explore anything that catches his interest.

He’d casually walk over until he actually reminded himself that he was in his human form. Right, he needed to actually spark up a conversation if he didn’t want to be awkward -- as cat he usually could scream ‘cheese’ at humans and they’d totally start a conversation on their own because they can’t understand him. Being a cat might be just a bit more comfortable most of the time, but then again that’s only the case if you’re not a stray.

The drop of the blood fell into the bowl with liquid and began changing it’s color. “Come here Flynn.” the girl said “I think you would be interested.” and without waiting for the boy, she let a few drops of the blood that were in other bowls in three other cups and as Sieglinde expected, they changed their color too while mixing with the chemical and drawing incomprehensible patterns.

“Hmm" scientist hummed rubbing her finger against her chin. If each blood type under each star gets different color when mixing with liquid, then doesn’t it mean that their consistence is different from each other? The same thing happened with in past, when Sullivan did such experiment for the first time, then when she did it for the second and now – for the third time, it couldn’t be just a confidence.

Pushing the bowls to the side, Sullivan brought out a round machine from one of the closets. Her new creation – a centrifugal machine. It’s a piece of equipment that puts an object in rotation around a fixed axis, applying a potentially strong force perpendicular to the axis of spin. The centrifuge works using the sedimentation principle, where the centripetal acceleration causes denser substances and particles to move outward in the radial direction. At the same time, objects that are less dense are displaced and move to the center. Machine like this one could particle liquids, hopefully it’ll do same with blood. But someone had to spin the machine and oh! Sieglinde has a helper today. "Flynn could you please help me with something?”

“ Hmm? “ Oh yes, he indeed was interested. And just followed with his eyes everything the girl did. Amazement shown in the boys expression as he saw the ... result? 

He didn’t really understand what was happening with the blood, but something did. But why were the results so different? Was that what she was searching for? Is blood always reacting differently to that weird liquid she had used? -- Only more questions he wanted to know the answers to. 

Science is amazing!

Only more amazing when a weird new machine was brought out. Will that do soemthing with the blood? What was it for? It looked... interesting to say the least. Very sciency.