William looked over to Kimani, a little saddened that he would have to do this. " This may hurt a little bit.. well, it will hurt a lot.. " He said as he removed the bandages as carefully as he could, his hands notably trembling as he did so. He noted the state of his eye socket and winced slightly, but didn't seem all too disgusted. " It isn't a pretty wound.. " He mumbled, getting the disinfectant, soaked a cloth with it, " okay.. are your ready? " He asked calmly, trying not to rush this.

And Nicote just sits in the hall. Being creepy and weird like he always is. He doesn't sleep. He just fiddles with a piece of metal and his knife/wrench/thingymajiggy

Mason turned, smiling. He hugged Nicolas softly, he didn't want to accidentally hurt him. "Cheer up, I'm here, no need to be nervous." , He whispered, waving the maid off politely.

The maid went off to do her work after that, and Nicolas nodded a little as he hugged Mason back. " I know.. I just.. something is wrong.. I don't know what.. "

Cole yawned, his bed was so much more comfortable than the one he had at the orphanage. He hadn't expected his adopter to be both an amazing person and incredibly wealthy. Aside from the fact that he and a bunch of other kids were adopted he didn't quite understand what had happened that day but he knew that his life was about to change. Within minutes the small boy was sound asleep.

"I think it might be Archie, or how fast the transitions in settings have been." , Mason replied, pulling away. "Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you." He knew something was up with the plump, grey haired old man downstairs. "You can have the bed." , he said plainly, and it wasn't an offer.

" B-but.. that isn't fair. " Nicolas mumbled, not liking the idea of taking the bed. Mason was much more wounded then he was so he deserved to be comfortable.. but he knew Mason was stubborn. " Are you sure? "

"Unless you have a better idea." , Mason said crossing his arms. He had gone a little soft for Nicolas, and he didn't really know why. "But you are going to be in that bed either way." , His voice became stern again, but that was for good reason.

Nicote was just sitting in the hallway. Basically playing workign with a knife/wrench on a peice of metal shingle from the rophanage. He blended more or less into the darkness, save for the glint of the tool. The metal was basically being engraved into a lovely design, which no one would see. Probably. Actually the question was, how had no one noticed that a 14-year-old had a doable weapen.

" Well, what if we just shared it? We're both boys, nothing bad can happen so Mr. Manitoba can't get mad... right? "