All Mistakes

Relief- that was the first thing in his mind. He didn't know what he would of done if she had agreed to his suggestion. He listened to Soni talking, focusing his flighty mind in on her words. His eyes glazed over slightly as he began to think on this- especially that first time. He dirt understand what had possessed him to think there'd be something worth stealing in an Avians pocket, but he had seen flying kids and got excited- curious, just to see if he could. Oddly enough, there had been a wallet, but it shouldn't of been worth it- not really. He'd gotten a heck of a bloody nose, and told off by a child. A child he now regarded with a bit more respect, but still a very small child.

But his mind was wandering again, he needed to focus. "...well, if you put it like that," he said, attempting to make light of the situation, but his voice diet hold its usual, lighthearted quality. "Soni, I wasn't planing on leaving you and Mira-" he came to another realization then, and just as he had started sinking into sleep again "oh my god, Mira, is she alright?" That was a stupid question. He could assume Kip was pretty much a solid figure in her life, at least one consistent factor. Now he was gone- of course Mira wasn't going to be alright.

Of course, she wasn't going to agree with that.

"'M'fine." She muttered, dragging a blanket and pillow that she had unceremoniously taken from the bed. She padded through the doorway, just in time to hear the comment on her well being. She'd woken up in the room and...well, it was empty. This had scared her at first, until she heard Soni and Trouble talking through the wall- just voice tones really. But she'd felt to alone, and most of the time, when she was sleeping safe, there was another person in the room, whether they were sleeping or keeping watch. It was unnerving and she didn't want to feel so alone right now.

Curling up at the base of the couch, she was comfortably nested in blanket and pillows (two, since Trouble didn't seem to be using his). "Too quiet." She muttered simply, voice muffled by blanket covering most of her face as she closed her eyes, beginning to fall asleep again.

"G'night Soni. Trubs."

Trouble winced at the use of the old nickname, but let it pass anyways. Not a lot of people called him Trubs. Just the one, and she wasn't around anymore. "...if I can, I'll make something good tomorrow." He promised aloud, a sort of roundabout assurance to Soni- he felt they shouldn't continue the conversation in front of Mira, though he knew that opinion would of made her angry- she was asleep now. He could feel his mind drifting off again and he yawned "Thanks fer' not agreeing," he mumbled "don't want t'be 'lone..." And he was asleep, mostly against his will, but he was.

Some how, Mira slept. Soundly as she would have anytime else- which meant slight shadows, lurking in her dreams, and the occasional feeling of falling as she startled awake. She wasn't waking up though, not with the figure looming over her. A familiar one, not the vicious shape of an Eraser, all bulk, claws and teeth. It was leaner, not someone she knew by a name of any sort. Just a voice, smooth and calming- associated with panic, usually, and it turned her blood to ice. She should of been angry, she knew who this was, and she knew what she had done-

"Shame really, I was hoping for a clean job."

Mira screamed, though the reason wasn't apparent for a moment- just that Soni was scared of something. Mira was frightened, it was a mass of chaos, shouting, backed by one, high wail. The scream felt good though, she felt like she'd been too quiet, everything was quiet- noise meant she was alive, she hadn't died, everything was alright. Except, of course, it wasn't, but that was besides the point. Her scream slowly petered out, down into a small, pitiful noise as the air left her lungs. A little croak, and then she breathed, tears streaming down her face again. She was shaking, even after the realization that there wasn't any immediate danger. Flopping back down, she pulled the fluffy blanket back over her shoulder, trying to calm herself down. It just kept reinstating itself in her mind, repeating, she'd think she was fine, everything was just shiny, and then, out of the blue, she'd just remember

Kip was dead.

Then it was all over and she was back into tears.

Trouble had a bit of a different reaction to the sudden burst of noise- his first thought was that somebody better be dying. It then struck him that, in his life, this was very likely, and he was up in a flash, though he stumbled slightly once standing, legs still wobbly. He saw static in front of his eyes for a moment, before the blood evened out and his vision cleared. His foot was still caught in a blanket, and he hadn't quite the balance to hop on one foot and stay upright- falling, he shook off the blanket, mind still foggy as he searched for an enemy. He was angry before he even remembered why, hands into fists.

One, Two- I'm three, and...Four, where's four-

Oh. That was it. Four, Kip, Trouble had been doing a headcount, of sorts. Figuring out where everyone was. Kip was probably wherever they'd left him, the previous night was still fairly fuzzy, and just his surroundings were confusing. Everything was very confusing, there was...some sort of invisible attacker, but no, that was just Soni, she was dreaming. Mira was the crumpled pile of blanket next to the couch, and where was Kip? He couldn't be dead, that was silly. Maybe he was just out, hadn't he gone off before? Supplies, and the like. Breakfast. He must of left early on in the morning, when he deemed it safe- maybe he'd left Soni on watch, Trouble couldn't blame her for dozing off. The night before had been taxing on everyone, Kip died.

Well wasn't that a bit sudden. He found himself standing, feeling rather stupid, unsure what to do at the moment. He hadn't forgotten, his mind just kept working around the fact, plain and simple, that Kip had died, and he wasn't coming back. That wasn't hard to believe, it made sense, someone was going to die eventually- then there was that other one, Skye, she wasn't here either. He wasn't entirely sure what he thought of her, she reminded him a bit of Rose, never too sure which side she was on. One day she's helping him get out of the school, the next, she's leading him directly into a trap, assuring him that it was better this way. Safer, they wouldn't be hungry or cold, they just had to do some things every now and again for some people- the same people they'd just ran from. She thought she had been mistaken.

He was angry again then, and resisted the urge to just leave, just for a while, clear his head, even though the noise had subsided, everything seemed too loud right now, too confusing. He needed to get out, go sit somewhere without anything. He wanted everything just to be empty for a little while, a big, blank expanse of absolutely nothing.

"Soni?" His voice sounded calmer than he felt, and it was a bit abnormal for him to be so calm- Kip had thought him a nuisance at first for a reason. He didn't usually take things seriously, his first action was to run, quickly, and he spoke without much thought. "Mira- hey, you guys. Deep breaths. We're alright." He wasn't entirely sure who to comfort first- Soni looked violent, and Mira looked... well, he couldn't actually see her. She had buried herself under the blanket, only a bit of her hair poking out on the pillow she'd dragged out of the room earlier.

"I-I wouldn't let anything else happen," He felt a bit awkward saying this, but he did mean it, his voice reassuring "We're safe." For now, because nowhere was really safe, was it?

"Right. Okay- alright, in a couple hours then." He said numbly, as if he'd forgotten he'd been shot- honestly, he shouldn't have forgotten. The drugs had mostly worn out of his system, it hurt to just breath, and he wasn't quite as drowsy anymore. His head did spin a bit as he stood, but that was resolved as he sat down again, staring ahead. His mind was too wired, still bouncing around everywhere. It'd bounce from one topic to another, like a computer running results, it kept running into the same thing- Inconclusive. Soni wanted to talk in the morning, technically it was morning, past midnight, sun ought to be rising soon.

Yes, that's what he'd do, he'd go watch the sunrise. Picking up the blanket, he wrapped it around his shoulders and marched out the door, leaving it open just a crack. He wouldn't go far, just barely through there on the doorstep. The rainclouds had washed away, leaving the sky a watery, grey shade of ink, beginning to lighten on the horizon. Trouble looked normal enough, wings and tattered clothing hidden by the blanket as he sat, feeling the chilly air on his face. Sandy hair tousled, with dark circles under his eyes and a discolored bruise on one cheek. Yeah, totally normal, sleepy teenager.

Somewhere nearby, a bird chirped, and the sky was steadily growing lighter. Without much thought, he used the corner of the blanket to wipe his face- tears, his cheeks were wet with tears. He'd been crying, and he hadn't even realized it. The sun was still coming up, it was going to be another day, and what would this one bring? Daylight meant safety sometimes, the Erasers came at night, when sane people weren't around to see the monsters. Erasers came at night, or when you least expected it- that was the day now, they could come anywhere, anytime. There was just such futility in it all, there didn't seem to be a way to escape. Alone, he'd been safe most of the time. The occasional close scrape, but he always felt like they weren't actually chasing him- not to say they wouldn't go after him if he drew attention to himself.

So he was alone, picking pockets and having fun, because that's what he could distract himself with. Fun. Everything was a big, ongoing game of whether he'd get to eat or not by the end of the day, where he'd sleep tonight- one time, when he was younger, he'd seen a story about a boy who never grew up. Peter, and after that, he could play at that game for a while (he could even fly- what fun!).

It was a lie. Just like the rest of him, he was one big lie, he lied to himself, he lied to other people. But it didn't matter, did it? Not really. This was alright. Lying was okay in his life, it wasn't something bad, it kept him safe, it kept his friends safe. He never felt guilt for stealing from others, and he lied- he was a cheat, but something he couldn't do right now was leave. Logically, he'd be safer away from them, Soni and Mira, the Erasers wanted them. He could run away now and he'd be safe, what did he owe to them?

Oh, just a simple little thing- like his life.
No.
He wouldn't run.

Mira was safe, she was safe under the blanket where everything was dark and warm and quiet again. She heard her heartbeat in her ears, she heard the sounds of Soni speaking first to her, and then quieter to Trouble. What could she think about- at the hospital, that little boy. Jay, with the cast on his hand, what had he done to get that? She could run a number of potential causes through her head, but none of them made sense, not for a normal little life that he probably led.

This was so horribly wrong, all of it, she wasn't safe and she knew that. But here, under the blanket, she could pretend she was, her dove grey wings loosely folded against her back, downy red feathers warm and soft. But what of the others? The ones they took to the school, they were alone there too, weren't they? And Mira, Soni, Trouble- they were all out. They were outside the school, they could do something about it.

They had to do something about it, though rationally, she figured it wasn't that bright of an idea. Eyelids drooping again, she decided to talk it through with Soni first, when she woke up again.

He practically ignored Soni a she walked out, standing next to him. It felt strange, that after the utter chaos of the night. It was like everything was in shock, waiting for the next disaster to break loose. One big gasp, and now the world was holding it’s breath. Waiting, just waiting out, and when it let it go, there was going to be a gale, a storm. He was pretty good at flying in heavy winds, though not in any particular directions, just staying afloat. Trouble’s skin had gone ashen, partially washed out by the pale light, but partially thanks to the hole in his side- it was causing him some problems.

Her question caught him off guard- he’d just nodded at first, agreeing with her. It was pretty, though maybe a bit unremarkable, he’d seen quite a few sunrises, and enough sunsets, though he recalled the first one he saw. It was in the winter, over a frozen, snow covered expanse of land- it had risen like someone had bathed the sky in gold. It’d given him a sense of just how absolutely massive the world was, gave him an idea of what he had been missing in the dark. But her question, if Kip could see the sunrise. He’d never considered what would happen when you died- for him, it was just Game Over. No point in wondering what happened when he died, because he didn’t plan on doing that any time soon. He glanced over at Soni, trying to read her expression, figure out what the ‘right’ answer was, because he wanted to say that no. Kip was dead, and even if his face was pointed towards the sunrise, he wouldn’t be able to see it because his heart wasn’t beating, there was nothing in his mind and he was gone.

So he shrugged. Trouble just shrugged, pulling the blanket closer around his shoulders. “Maybe. It’d be a nice thought, I guess.” He said quietly, as if he was trying to keep the silence, like speaking above a hushed tone would shatter it. Bring some sort of trouble down on them. “...Are we going to go help them?” He asked, implying the other children that had been taken. Alexa, who had been bundled away in the chaos, Danny and Collin who’d disappeared from the start. Becka, who’d gone after them- Trouble hated the idea that they were just going to leave them there, after the kids had been gone, they’d had a life, a real life.

Kip could not, in fact, see the sunrise. He could see a ceiling though, and there was even a little window, where feeble light was soaking through. He felt cold, all the way down to his bones, and there was something wrong. Something very wrong, as he slowly sat up, finding himself in some some empty room, spreading his wings out slightly. One was stiff, and he didn’t quite remember why- falling, he had fallen out of the sky, something had happened. And as quickly as the memory had come, it was gone, leaving him staring into a mirror. There was something about his features that looked familiar though too, beyond the fact that they were obviously his own. That was quickly dismissed as he noted that the room wasn’t empty anymore. He felt a surge of distrust, though he wasn’t sure why, as a man in a white coat walked in, though the nerves disappeared as well, slipping away.

[[Alrighty, so I've sort of brought Kip back, as you can see. I was rolling around a couple ideas in my head as to what happened there, seeing as his death was so similar to Skye's, and then she came back, working for the White Coats. I figure they don't keep the Erasers, or other mutants that work for and with them in cages, honestly, I've always imagined more of small bedrooms where they can sleep, and then there's a sort of cafeteria for meals, and the like. So, the idea here is, Kip's been mind-wiped. Doesn't remember a thing now that he's awake, there's a handful of avians that the Whitecoats got working for them, or other experiments, a sort of team, and now they've got Kip with a blank mind. I dunno, thought it could be interesting, what do you think?]]

He nodded slowly, listening to her work through the problem word by word. They did need to get the other kids, they'd had such a nice life before- it had to be a shock to the youngest ones, they probably didn't remember the School. He shuddered to think what they must be going through, just in the short time that they were already there.
It had always been so cold where they kept the cages, the ground seeming to sap the warmth out of your bones when you laid down to go to sleep. Cold, and dark, and there was always something dying and you just had to tell yourself that you wouldn't be the one that night, you would live to see the door open at the end of the room one more time, whether they were coming for you, or giving you the next meal. The door was a sort of sunrise, a link to something other than the dark room they were kept in, but the only good thing to see it open was the fact that you were there to watch the light flood in.
He existed.
He was alive, and there were children younger than him stuck in that place- so many other's that they didn't even know.

"Yeah." Kip. Kip would have wanted them to get out the kids. Trouble almost laughed, thinking how the statement made him sound like the type of person who ran to help every single little thing that got into trouble, rescuing cats out of trees. Not to say he wasn't heroic, but he just wasn't quite at that level. He was as human as the rest of them- which was to say, not entirely human.
"We can't leave Mira here, though." He said after a moment- Once again, it was Kip that he thought of, he wouldn't have left Mira behind if he had a choice.
Except now he was gone.
"I mean- she's not much safer on her own-" But if something happened to her while they were in the School? If something went horribly wrong and they were all taken again? She'd be in the mess with the rest of them. But what if they were still watching? This was the plan they wanted, split into even smaller groups, swoop in, grab Mira, and then take out Soni and himself on the way back, it'd be easier for them. He put his head into his hands and groaned- it was a mess. It was such a mess, everything, they couldn't split up anymore without one of them being on their own. He knew Soni would be willing to go off by herself, but he wasn't exactly going to let her, was he? She couldn't go off by herself, as much as he wouldn't run away, and they wouldn't leave Mira behind in the hands of some stranger, or even on her own.

She wasn't even trying to sleep anymore. Sleep was nothing but being back on that rooftop, or running in endless, white tunnels, trying to follow a shout that echoed- screaming, he was screaming, she could hear him but she just couldn't find him anymore, one empty room after another, walls marked with blood, or signs that seemed so simple until the ground fell out beneath her feet, and her wings fluttered uselessly as she tumbled through that endless black.
And he wasn't there when she woke up again. He wasn't there. He'd always been there when she woke up, always near, reaching through the small bars in the cages to meet her own hand, arms small enough to go most of the way through.
Kip was always there. He said that he'd always be there.
That he'd never leave.
He would stay with her and everything was fine because they were still together, that was how it worked, that was just how the world worked and it was great.
This was wrong.
She sat, huddled beneath the puffy blanket, her thin frame curled so tightly that she looked like she was trying to implode into herself, dig a hole and drag it back over her head once she was in. This was wrong, this wasn't how the world was supposed to be-
But she had to be mature. She had to be grown up, she had to keep going forward. And in her head, there was some little voice- some, nasty little voice asking her why this wasn't how 'it' was supposed to be? Since when was life how it was supposed to be? Did she even know what that was like?
No. She wouldn't know that was like. Kids weren't supposed to grow up in cages, their earliest memories weren't supposed to be getting dragged out of her brothers cage and thrown into her own, that wasn't how it was supposed to be.
And her brother wasn't supposed to be dead.
Mira pressed her knuckles against her mouth, biting back a scream of frustration- she wasn't alone. She had to keep reminding herself, she wasn't alone, Trouble was alive, Soni was alive. But she wanted to be angry at them, she wanted to hate them for... for what? For being alive while her brother died?
"No," She suddenly choked out, and shook her head, burying her face in the blankets again, "No, no, no, no, I don't want them to die, I didn't mean it." As if just thinking it would end them, as if they'd know what she thought and leave. Selfish little girl. Selfish, angry little girl. Nothing made sense.

She couldn’t mean- No. The surprise flashed across his face, followed by a frown. It wasn’t like he forgot he was injured, there was a hole in his side reminding him of that. It also reminded him that she had a point, and a very good one at that. The conflict in his mind arose as he tried to work out how he could possibly be in two places at once- which he knew very well he couldn’t be. It was frustrating for him to realize that he would most likely be more hinderance than help in a rescue mission, but if that was the case, would he really do Mira any good if they were attacked? Of course, then they would either have to not go at all, leaving the family to their own devices, or all three of them would have to go, and around in circles his mind went, searching for an answer that didn’t exist in the realm of reality.
He wanted back into his dream, where the sun was just forever on the horizon, the sky awash with the colors of the sunset. Except, much like the answer he wanted to his problem, that place didn’t exist. He looked over at Soni, eyes as grey and serious as a blank slate.
“We’ll go with you, part of the way.” He said finally, wondering still if even that was a good idea. Could he even fly at the moment?
“I mean- you have to wait. A little while, y-you need a full night’s sleep, and more to eat, and...” He bit his lip, feeling sudden tears well up in his eyes. Soni could die. They weren’t invincible, and they all knew it, now more than ever. It was horrifying to think- if Soni died trying to rescue the other kids, it would be just him and Mira, and that wasn’t something he wanted in the world.

It all felt fairly surreal for Kip, having a set of clothes tossed to him to replace the hospital gown- that was a strange enough thing to wake up in. The clothing itself was interesting, with hemmed slots in the back for his wings to poke through, rather than ragged cuts- where had he gotten that idea? This was his clothing, he had wings, it made sense that there’d be slots in the back originally, rather than modified on the go. Shaking a chill out of his wings, he headed out down the hall, following the muffled noise- the person who’d given him clothes just told him to go to the cafeteria, and even if there were gaps in his mind that seemed to ache like someone had tried drilling through his skull, he could still figure out where a cafeteria was. From there, he was called to a table, and things were more widely explained.
There had been an accident, he’d gone after some freak that was able to get rid of people memory. Go figure, right? The people around the table looked about his own age, some older here and there, and they went about quizzing him for what he remembered and didn’t, filling in the gaps. His name was Kip. He worked for a group of scientists, helping keep order among the other subjects. When someone escaped, it was their team that went out to track them down- recall was for the Erasers.
Erasers. Something about that name sent another chill down his spine, though he shrugged it off. These were decent enough people, weren’t they? They were like him, despite the occasional bat wing rather than feathered, or a handful with no visible ability to fly.

He let out a sigh of relief, glad that she agreed with him- it was madness that she had intended on going off right then, no one was prepared. He hardly even remembered who they were staying with, considering how lucid he'd been through out most of the trip there. The previous night was one, painful blur of rain and feathers and tear-streaked faces, with nightmares to greet them when they finally slept. This was one moment of clarity, and it was nearly relaxing, even with a stressful topic. He was just too tired to feel everything he should have been feeling at that moment. There was just a sort of ache throughout his body, his eyes feeling scratchy from just waking up.
When she hugged him, he let out a muffled noise of both surprise and pain, the sudden motion jolting his injury, though he hardly tried to pull away. Untangling his arms from the blankets, he wrapped them around her, squeezing his eyes shut- it was like they were falling. Falling, and they couldn't let go, because if they let go, they'd fall away from each other and sure, they ended up with the same results, but at least they could fall together.
"Don't push your luck, ok?" He said quietly, voice hoarse. They couldn't afford to push their luck any further- he felt like he'd run out of his own, though in a sense, it was keeping him alive. It really depended on how he spun the situation. It was all relative, at this point, they could count themselves all lucky for still breathing- it was more than some people he knew. That list was longer than he would have liked it to be.
The idea scared him. It scared him to think that they were just escaping out of the Schools grasp, now would be a good time to duck down and lay low, they could just blend in for a little bit, maybe they could stay in one place. And yet now they needed to go back into the hornets nest- except he wasn't being asked to go. Somehow, that made it that much more difficult, to let Soni go in by herself.
"You're just...You'll be careful." He assured himself, as much as he was telling her. It was a strange conversation to have, both speaking to one another, but the words spoke volumes to themselves as well.

Trouble let out a shaky laugh, uncertain as to why he found anything in the current situation. There was just something ridiculous about the entire thing, something stupidly ridiculous. Maybe he was just going crazy, it would stand to reason, after everything they'd been through. It made him feel bone-tired to think that they had more to come, and while he didn't like the feeling, he almost felt a sense of relief. He wouldn't be going back into the school. He wouldn't have to go back into that nightmare- he'd just have to watch Soni do it. Maybe that was just as bad, but when it came down to it, in the end, he'd be the one with the higher rates of survival. It was nearly shocking to him that this wasn't even his priority anymore, that despite his odds being better, it was barely a comfort. Would he live with the guilt of knowing that maybe- just maybe, he could have helped in some way?
"She'll know. I mean- you're right, we don't need to tell her the odds, but I don't think she's going to like you're plan too much." Hardheaded might have been the right word Trouble would have used to describe Mira. To survive as she had, she had to have some sense of stubbornness about her, some sort of drive to keep her breathing in that pit. "We should go see if she's awake," He said after a moment, slowly pulling out of her grasp and gathering the blanket back up around his shoulders as he stood.

Mira wasn't asleep, though she wasn't exactly being active either. She was still in her spot, crunched against the side of the couch on the floor, the puffy blanket piled around her and obscuring most of her body. Her head was mostly showing now, as it had started getting stuffy beneath the cover, and her eyes were puffy, red, from tears. She had her fist balled up beneath the blanket, pulling it over her mouth, obscuring the frown that creased her face. There was just... too much. Too many emotions roiling about in her mind, she was angry, furious at the school for what they had done, furious at herself for running out of the Hospital. Frustrated with her own anger towards her friends, she knew it wasn't their fault, and she knew it wasn't right of her, but there was still that ugly voice that whispered.
Why couldn't it have been one of them?
And then, underneath it all, to be the icing on the cake, she was sad. Sad didn't even cover it, anguished, heartbroken, terrified of what lay ahead in her life without someone who had been at her side since before she could remember.
And so Mira simply held still, feeling like her body would shatter if she moved at all, the rise and fall of her chest hardly noticeable.

It was almost a little ridiculous, her train of thought as the other two crept back into the house. The breeze that crept through the door was cool on her damp face, and stirred at small wisps of red hair that grew uneven from the others. She opened her yellow eyes slowly, looking at the wedge of watery light that crossed the floor as the door opened and closed, before looking up towards Soni, not quite registering that she had said anything. It took a few moments for her mind to catch up, and she was grateful for their quietness as she let just the breath of morning air soak into her body. Just seeing the two again gave her such a sense of relief, the anger melting away, that she almost wanted to cry again. It was easier to be angry at them when she couldn't see them, easier to feel hate towards something unknown. After a few moments of mental preparation, she slowly uncurled, holding the blanket in it's tangle around her frame as she practically crawled onto the couch, the blanket trailing behind her. Mira let a whoosh of air out of her lungs, sighing audibly, before pursing her lips and staring back into space, eyes barely open. The world just needed...
it needed to move slowly for a little while. She wasn't going to sleep, but she didn't exactly feel like moving either.

Trouble found himself moving stiffly, limping as he went- he didn't quite feel like dying, but the sensation wasn't exactly pleasant. Considering his vision only went out for a few moments when he stood out, he decided that his condition was rapidly improving. He watched Mira nervously, noting her rather disheveled appearance, before trying to busy himself with folding the blanket he'd previously had about his shoulders, more for the action of doing something, rather than saying anything. What did you say to a little girl who's just lost her brother? It wasn't like any of them actually had much of a family, but she had, and the School had taken that away. And sure, Trouble was upset, though he was more shocked than anything else. It didn't feel like it could have been real, when people died in his life, he usually left everything he associated with their cold body, he didn't take anything with them- but he couldn't exactly leave Mira. He couldn't leave Soni, and he almost felt guilty with the knowledge that he was going to get over it. He was shocked now, and it would hurt later, but he knew he could go on without Kip.

Trouble made an attempt at responding to Davids words, though his 'smile and a nod' fallback was looking fairly strained that morning. He was probably the only one who had gotten a fairly decent sleep. Almost awkwardly, he stepped slowly over towards the nearest chair, bundling the blanket he'd tried to fold into a ball and setting it gently into the seat, eyes flicking between Soni and David. After a moment of assessing the two on the couch and listening to the awkward silence build, he put on another slightly strained smile, and went forward. "We should make waffles, I haven't done that before." He suggested, stressing the 'We'. He wasn't entirely sure if it was to avoid the emotions cropping up around the other two, or if it was to take some of the strain off of them by directing David out of the room. He just didn't know what to do around Mira, how he should act. And so, with a slightly limping gait, he walked towards where he assumed the kitchen would be, seeing as he'd seen most of the rest of the house.

Kip's life, as far as he could now remember, was uneventful. His teammates, or possibly friends, though they seemed too distant to really be his friends, closer with each other. It made him wonder why he wasn't a part of that, if he wasn't too new to the group? Except there was just something slightly off kilter about it, there had been things he got feelings about when he saw them, but with these people, it was just a blank slate. Nothing. Like a pair of gloves that were supposed to fit perfectly against his skin, but there was just the smallest bit of space that would shift about when he would wiggle his fingers.
Apparently Paranoia was a side affect of the Mutants venom, so this was to be expected.