After a long talk from his mother about the mocha and then about how she's "saved" souls for the past few months she'd been away,she told him once more that she would save his one day and he went to his room. It was small,only with a sky blue wallpaper,white ceiling,and a small black desk with maybe a few things on it for school and a sketch he had drawn of what he wished he'd looked like,normal. He sat on his small bed with a white cover that had angelic markings and red and black swirls on it that he'd made to personalize it. He sat and held the mocha close,the only warmth he had as he closed his eyes and slipped into thoughts of peace,the door closed so he felt...safe.

Finley eventually stopped tossing. She woke up the next morning to a loud knock at her door. She fell out of bed and stumbled towards it. She straightened out her rather messed up clothes before opening the door. She groggily looked out. "O-oh! Amani! Hi.. Come in I guess." She said quietly to the girl standing on the other side. She shook her head. Finley gave her a weird look. "What? Hmm? Oh, I see. Give it to me then." She held out her hand and was given a small letter. She then waved goodbye and closed the door. With a frustrated sigh, she opened the letter and began to read.

Sean woke up the next morning as well with his jacket on his desk,folded nicely,and he was on his stomach with an arm under his head and his legs spread out a bit. His wings where spread out to his sides and his tail relaxed to his side. He opened his red eyes and stretched his wings a bit,sitting up on his knees as his tail twitched a bit. He yawned,his fangs sharper than before,and the night black of his hair drowning in pure white. He noticed these small things slightly and winced a bit,knowing that he couldn't fall to his normal form so he held his breath as his choker glowed brightly,causing his looks to change mostly back to how he'd been before. He sighed as his mom started chattering through his door about how they needed to go to church as soon as possible and get some "holy water" on him before they began prayers.

Finley set the letter down. She cursed under her breath. They hadn't found her, but they were getting close. The letter from Amani proved this. She stood up. It was best not to think of it. She began to get ready then left the house. She knew she couldn't skip two days in a row at her work. She walked down to the cafe and checked in for work.

After his mom finished the lecture and slipped into the guest room he carefully folded his wings into their skeletal form and flattened them to his rib cage,then pulled his jacket over them and zipped it up as he slipped out of the house,his tail tightly wound around his left leg again as he closed the door and ran away from the house as fast as he could,his figure thin but fair so he ran pretty well.That's what he got when he was on the soccer team at school.

Finley went about her usual business for the day. She greeted the regulars, cleaned, and took orders. She looked drained, tired beyond belief. Still, she worked hard. The more distracted she was, the better.

Sean skidded to a halt on the same corner as the cafe' and took in a deep breath. He let it out slowly and then walked to a building close by and leaned on it's corner,closing his red eyes and letting his tail relax and hand limp behind him.

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Finley nervously played with her beanie. She was getting antsy. One man asked for a coffee and as she gave it to him, she nearly dropped it. She stumbled backwards when he cast her an angry glance. She was so tired. Her hands were slowly shifting to claws as time dragged on. So tired... She nervously tapped on her hip, causing a slight cut. She was normally quite happy with work, but suddenly she wanted to go home more than anything.

He felt his back hurting from putting his wings hidden so quickly since waking up so he decided to go to a back alley,unknowingly behind the cafe', and see if he could stretch them for a second. He did so and as soon as he got to a darker spot he began removing his jacket from over his half and half black and white shirt. He pulled his arms from the sleeves and dropped the fabric quickly so it wouldn't get caught on his wings that burst out and fluffed with feathers rapidly. One was black with deadly sharp blades under each feather while the other was pure white with very soft feathers.