Mason considered it for a moment before speaking. "I don't think he'll get upset, and if it makes you feel better then, sure." , Mason smiled.

" It's better then letting you be in more pain all night.. " He mumbled, he didn't want to cause pain.. There was already enough pain in the world.

(ooh i jsut got an idea:

SO nicote's this really weird kid who hates socializing with everyone and he's kind of always n his own world-more about that later. When Nice Mr. Manitoba is murdered, maybe Mean Mr. Manitoba puts the crime on Nicote, who would't hurt a fly but is already very goth and eerie to everyone?)

( That could be a good idea.. but it would make no sense, as no one would logically believe the kid who keeps to himself did it. )

(Said kid also carries around a knife for no good reason and doesn't realy act "normal". Just an idea lol (although because he's so introverted no one realy knows if he's on thier side or not, and if mean Manitoba knows this he could make him look bad lol))

"I would have been fine on the couch, but I want you to feel alright when you sleep, that's the only reason why we made this compromise." , He responded, smiling at the shorter blond.

( True, I think it can work then ^.^ )

" I know that, and I also know you tend to try to hide things. " He said, crossing his arm. " Which is why you need to have a good nights rest. "

Ifera passed a few of the other orphans in the halls and was calmed and happy when she saw that most of the children seemed bright and now well clothed. She wandered aimlessly throughout the mansion stopping every few moments to quietly study a painting or statue. She made it all the way back to the bathrooms. She thought about going to the gardens next but she was a bit tired so she just plopped herself down against the wall and kicked off her shoes. She stared up at the ceiling for a bit but then ended up nodding off into a light slumber.

Mr. I'm-not-talkign-to-anyone-unless-i-have-to just kept sitting in the hallway. in a cornor. Messing witha epice of metal and a knife. Because that was totaly normal-for him at least. And at last no one could keep him from staying up all night if he wanted to.

Nicote glanced up wen Ifera plopped herself down acros from him and down the hall a little then shook his head and continued engraving.