((Thx for making it))

((Np, it's your turn.))

((Sorry, I got wrapped up in homework))

((It's fine, hey, do you possibly wanna continue the RP on Discord later tonight? Or do you wanna wait 'til tomorrow night or something?))

((I mean, continue it here for now but I might DM you later tonight on Discord.))

Natasha's face brightens a bit. She puts a plate down in front of Cyan, kissing her on the forehead. She then sets one in front of Roger, who thanked her, and two more.

"Where's Lucielle and Le-?"

"Present." Lena voice boomed from the other side, causing Natasha to whip her head around. Her voice sounded eerily robotic.

"Oh..." Natasha smiles.
"Lucielle isn't feeling well, so I presume she will not be joining us tonight." Lena went on, taking a seat at the table. She stared at her food, then to others.

"Well, that's a shame..."

((Alright))

*Cyan began eating, moaning with delight at the first bite.*
"God damn this is good, It might even be better than mom's spaghetti... Before she... Anyways: food is good when the sisters team up!"
*She smiled and continued eating*

"Well, I'm glad you like it," Natasha simpered, covering her smile with her face a bit. She places a napkin on her lap and starts to eat off of her own dinner.
"Yeah, it's great Natasha," Lena chimed in. She twirled the spaghetti with her fork, wrapping it slowly around the edges, mesmerized by the sight. It's been awhile since she had it.

"It's great because you helped," Natasha pointed to her sister with the end of her fork. "The product is always better when it's made by a great team..." Her voice was a bit soft. She knew something was a little bit off about Lena, but she decided to wait until after dinner to say something about it.

((I just realized I didn't answer your question about when to continue the rp on discord: Um, I had a bunch of homework dumped on me today, so tomorrow night is waaaay better. I'll be free since it's a three day weekend, so I'll have more time.

((Alrighty, sounds good))
*Cyan soon finished, she was the first to finish actually, she got up, scraped her plate off to avoid water loss, and then walked over to Natasha, tapping her on the shoulder.*
"When you're done there, meet me in the bedroom; I got a surprise for you..."
*She then winked her right eye at Natasha and walked back to the couple's bedroom, closing the door behind her and cleaning up what she was... doing before- She then got the surprise ready.*

Natasha nodded, watching Cyan walk off. Her attention turns back to Roger who began to tell a story about his time with his great uncle. The sisters listened, completely bored with the fact of that the story consisted of a long family history. Though, Natasha paid attention as long as she could until she got up and excused herself. She scrapped whatever was left on her plate, set in the sink, and walked towards the room. She did stop at her sister's seat, put her hands on her shoulders, and whisper, "Are you alright?"

Lena was still staring at the food that she hadn't touched. She slowly nodded her head, sulking into her seat as Roger continued on with the story, not noticing their little chit-chat. Natasha hugs her little sister tightly and continued off into her room.

"Cyan?" Natasha calls. She noticed Lucielle's light was off. She must've gone to sleep. Natasha opens the door to the couples room and closes it shut. She then turns around to face Cyan's surprised...

"And so, my great uncle never found what he was looking for: love, prosperity, or anything of that sorts, but he had a heart of gold and remained selfless..." Roger concluded the story.
If Lena's mind hadn't been somewhere else, she would had come up with something snarky, but her heart was not set into it at the moment.
"That's great..." She muttered, standing up.

Roger sees her walk to the fridge and put her plate inside. She closes the door softly and sets herself back down at the table, across from him.
"Alright, you're actin' strange... What's up?" Roger asks, leaning forward in his seat.

"I don't want to talk about it..." She grumbles a bit, getting up from the table. She looked uneasy, swaying back and forth as she stood there, staring at the table and then the chairs. Her eyes dart to the counter, and then to the knife.
"Lena...?" He starts, but she already was walking down the hall. She knew her room was a train wreck, but she still entered anyways. She didn't want to be around anyone, and that was the closest place she had to call her own little space to relax besides her mind. Other than that, it had been with Quippip.

*Cyan was in her underwear, but that wasn't part of the surprise and was just to throw her off. Cyan walked up to her and pulled something out of her cleavage, then finally lost it and broke the sexy act, laughing for abit. She stood back up straight. And put a ring on Natasha's finger, it was gold and decorated with garnet, saphire, diamond, even emeralds. All in a pretty pattern*
"No, this isn't me proposing, I have a prettier ring saved for that- But I've been working on this for the past week."

"Oh, that's funny because I was ready to say 'yes'!" She beamed, wrapping her arms around Cyan and kisses her. "Oh Cyan, I love it just as I love you!"

She stared down at the sapphire, her favorite of them all.
"What did I do to deserve you...?" She wiped a tear from her face, weakly smiling.

*She smiled, and kissed Natasha passionately*
"You were there for me. No one else saw through my blank facade... You made me happy... You kept me going... That's what you did."

"I love you Natasha!"
*Cyan hugged Natasha tightly*

"I love you to the moon and back Cyan!" she hugged back tightly, twirling Cyan around. She felt warm and giddy inside.

Natasha sighing happily. "I'm glad you felt that way. I wanted to make you happy, you deserve it..." she rests head on Cyan's shoulder, rocking back and forth with her slowly in a warm embrace.

"You mean the world to me... you know that?"

*Cyan teared up*
"You mean the universe to me..."

"I'll do you one better... You mean everything to me..." She pulls gently away from Cyan, admittedly checking her out as she did so. Natasha's face flushed and averts eye contact.
"I'm curious, when did you have time to make the ring?" She asks, staring down at it. She wanted to make something for her love now, but she'd have to wait when she got to the mainland.

Lena lays down on the rules of her bed. Her mattress had been soaked and most likely ruined from water damage, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at the moment, she was "tired".

She sits up, and a search engine flashes up in her head. She looks up the definition of "family," "normal," "dinner," "eating," in that order. She went back to each one of them, each having a different meaning but still correlating to what happened today at dinner. They were familiar to her alone, but unfamiliar when you put them together.

'Family dining together at mealtime...' Pictures popped up, and she scrolled down the mental page within her head. It all seemed so distant.

((welp, the words are starting to swim before my eyes, so I'm going to bed. =w= Good night))

((Alrighty, goodnight))

*She smiled and sat down next to her*
"When I was in the workshop... Also, you shouldn't blush and look away... It only makes me want you more-"
*Cyan smiled and pulled Natasha's face gently with her finger to lock eye contact. Cyan then slowly went in for a kiss, wrapping her tongue around Natasha's and holding the kiss with a passion, not wanting to release it.*

Natasha kisses back, wrapping her arms around Cyan once more as she led them slowly to the bes. She then gently lowered them onto the edge of the bed.

*Cyan smiled and slowly worked down to kissing Natasha's neck, moving her hands down to Natasha's hips, where her grasp became firm. Natasha could tell that Cyan wanted her badly, but as Cyan was only in one other relationship before, she didn't know how she'd screw up so Cyan decides to use patience route most times, though she does get a little handsy every once in awhile*

Natasha reaches from the strap of Cyan's bra, but she caught herself. Her face flushes as she slowly stops, looking slightly uncomfortable.

*Cyan stoped and looked at Natasha, blushing bright*
"A-are you okay? Do you not wanna do this? I understand if you don't..."

"No, I do, its just..." she sits up now, sliding a bit away. "I don't know how to put it into words, I..." she looked frustrated , looking down at her hands.
"This moment, it just reminded me of something that happened a couple of years ago and..." Natasha huffs, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry, I ruined the mood..."

*Cyan hugged Natasha cloesly*
"If you don't mind me asking... what happened afew years ago?"
*Cyan tilted her head slightly and raised a brow*

Natasha didn'tanawer doe a second, hesitating. She then inhaled deeply and began.
"In Russia, I was with a girl that I... loved... We found out we both had feelings for each other.." Natasha starts to grab a lock of her hair.

"We were excited, we were in love, and we were rejected when people found out and--" Natasha lays her head on Cyan's shoulder, laying her hands on her thighs and digging her nails into her palms as she continued on.

"I don't want to go over the details but, my parents lashed out. My mom sent me away to some 'correction facility' where they..." She stopped, her eyes glistened.
"Ever since I went there, I get this feeling that I doing something /wrong/ when I just want to express myself romantically. I know I should embrace who I am but sometimes, I just feel... conflicted all the time and it's so frustrating because I'm pushing the person. I love away..." Natasha couldn't look Cyan in the eyes anymore. She shameful stared down at the floor, feeling drained.

"Natasha, I'll be as patient as I need to be, but it's not the old days anymore, people are more accepting. And I'd never leave you. I'm riding with you to the end."

(Sorry, I passed out))

Natasha slowly nods her head and smiles weakly at Cyan. "Thank you Cy!" She hugs Cyan, letting the tears, tears of joy, flow.

*Cyan smiled, kissing Natasha and wrapping her arms around her*
"I love you Natasha"

"I love you too..." She says, hugging Cyan back tightly, not letting go.

*Cyan smiled and then got up, putting her clothes back on.*
"So, wanna go scuba diving tomorrow"

There was a knock at the door, soft and quiet. The images slowly faded away as Lena got up to answer.

Lucielle was there, clutching onto a stuff bear that she had found.

Lena kneels next to the girl, and without warning, was pulled into a hug. She didn't return it right away, taken aback, but she did eventually.
"You're still distressed..." She spoke amd Luci nodded. The two carried on the conversation down the hall. Lena would bring Lucielle to Roger.

"That sounds lovely..." Natasha grins, wiping her eyes. "It'd be fun to get out after all this time..."

*Cyan smiled as she sat back down on the bed, hugging Natasha again*

"It really would, it's not always so fun being trapped in a submerged cylinder with afew rooms"

"Well, when you put it that way, it makes being in a sub sound like a miserable experience..." Natasha yawns.

*Cyan sighs, flopping onto the bed. Looking back at Natasha and smiling brightly.*

Nataaha lays down next to Cyan, curling up and slowly falling asleep. She kisses Cyan's cheek and closes her eyes.

*Cyan fell asleep with her arm around Natasha... She dreamt of the two living together in a new world, without war. It was amazing, Cyan had never wanted anything more in her life.*

Lena knocks on Roger's door. It flung opened a couple of seconds later.
"Yeah?"

"Lucielle is still frightened..." Lena spoke, watchinhg Lucielle run over andbhug her father. She was covering her ears as she's comforted by Roger...

((time skip?))

Yeah, please))

There was a faint buzzing sound from across the room. Natasha opened her eyes, groaning as she sits up and made her way to the dresser nearby in a sluggish fashion. She flipped opened the device to see it was an incoming video call. Natasha glances over her shoulder to see Cyan still sleeping, so she decided to head out into the hallway to take the call.
In her best 'I've been awake for a couple of hours voice' she answered "h-hello?"

"Confirm ID please."

"Natasha Schullz..."

There was a short moment where all she heard was beeping noises. The black screen then grew lighter to reveal a man with silver hair and amber eyes staring back at her. He was sitting at a desk, authorities standing far in the back chatting while others passed by every so often. His uniform was grey, hugging body, not his neck though. It was the same as Lena's when she had been behind the screen at her department.
"ID has been confirmed..." The man smiles, typing something off screen.
"Hi, I'm Rin 208A, and I will be helping you along the way."

"I'm sorry, did you say Rin?"

"Yes, the modeled I was modified after. Now, we've noticed that your usual department for notifications has been destroyed in a crisis. Zombies and nukes specifically, so your notifications have now been transferred here..." He was still smiling, staying falsely content with himself.

Natasha nods her head slowly, trying to process whatever her half-awaken mind could retain.

"I'm aware that you are awaiting rescue. Is that correct?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Rescuers are approximately seventy-four hours away from you... Last time, you reported that there were four of you still alive-- one child and three adults. I need an update your status to confirm if this information still accurate?" He tilted his head, in the same fashion Lena had done often when she had called.
"Actually we have--" Natasha sat there, her mouth opened with the sentence trailing off into silence. She had stopped herself for some reason, /something/ had stopped her.

"Pardon?" The silver haired man cocks his head to the side, resting his arms on the table just below his chest. "I did not catch what you were saying."

"Sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I just woke up," Natasha says. She felt uncomfortable lying. "Yes, that information is correct..." Natasha slowly nodded her her head again, It was pounding.

"Alright." Rin 208A typed something again, looking off screen at his monitor at the right side.

"One more thing, were you doing around the times 5:40 to 6:50 in the afternoon?"

"Preparing dinner for four..." Natasha answers. "Why?"

"Isaac had tried to reach you, and was annoyed when you didn't answer. He wishes to have a word with you once you are brought to Camp 4GF at the mainland."

The screen went blank and faded back to black as Natasha closes it. She shakes her head, entering the room again where she closed the door softly behind her.

*Cyan sat up, looked at Natasha, smiled, and then hit the pillow and passed back out. It was pretty funny.*

Natasha smiled at Cyan, stroking her hair softly. She went to the wardrobe, humming /Table for Two/ while she picked out a sweater and sweats for the day. The sub had grown cold over the last few hours after they removed the water from its floors.

Nat continues off into the restroom, where she stared at herself in the mirror. She imagined herself blonde again, inviting the memories of her frivolous childhood. The farm, her father, Lena. Friends and family with welcoming arms. The memories reminded her of the holidays, the days of school. When they got to her teeange years, she stopped them.

Roger's radio beeped once, and then it beeped twice. Roger reached over, and tapped the button to his alarm, shutting it off. He nearly fell when he heard a knock at the door.
"Who's there?" He rubbed his eyes, rolling out of bed. He sat on the ledge, annoyed when the knocking continued.
He opens the door, expecting Lucielle, but it was Frodo.
"The hell...?" He muttered, looking up and down the hall. The misty cat mowed and strolled in, leaving the retired soldier baffled.

((Hol'up how dafuq a shadow cat knocking on a door?))
*Cyan was already up with the TV in their bedroom on when Natasha came out*
"Good morning, babe..."
*Cyan yawned*
"...How'd you sleep?"

((That's exactly what freaked our Roger XD))

"Morning," She responds, walking over and kissing Cyab. "I slept well." Natasha answered, stretching a bit. Her hair seemed to slightly float for a second, then her body did when she got into her usual posed for meditation.

"By the way,good news: the rescue team is coming in 74 hours. Just three more days to go..." It /was/ good news, ut to Natasha is was a bittersweet one. She had liked thr time off from the stresses of the world around them, they had built their own little "world" right in this submarine. Population of five, with an abundance of rations minus the water supply.

"We'll be going home soon..." she sighed. .

"Hopefully we'll be going home to a place that isn't surrounded by danger 24/7..."
*Cyan sighed and looked back to the TV*

"That would be a nice change of pace..." She sighs happily. She leans on Cyan, resting her head on her shoulder as she plays with her hair.
"By the way, remember when you said you dyed hair?" Natasha was still twirling Cyan's hair around in her fingers. "Do you think you can dye my hair for me sometime? Of course, once everything settles down..."

*Cyan happily nodded*
"Ofcourse! I'd love to dye your hair. That would be nice. We just need to settle down in a place without LIMITED water, then I'll definitely help you! What colours were you thinking?"

"I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, so I was thinking about going blonde again eith highlights..." Natasha answered. She heard rustling outside. Rhe others mist be moving around.

*Cyan nodded*
"Alright. I can do that... Want any tattoos by any chance? I can make it painless."

"How about..." Natasha thought aloud, thinking for a minute before deciding on a blue crab for a tattoo.

Roger stared at the cat. He picks up the creature only to feel it sudden turn into thin air. He looked down to see mist falling from his arms to the floor, forming the cat again. Frodo hissed, and proceeded to meow.

"What?" Roger asks, bending down to the cats level. The creature continued to meow.

Walking to the kitchen with the cat in his hands, Roger grabbed a chunk of meat from the fridge, placing it on the floor.

Frodo did not eat it. He kept meowing.

Roger sets out a bowl of water.
Frodo turns his head away. He keeps meowing.
"Okay..." Roger sighs. "Either something's wrong or you're just being a nuisance." Frodo blinks.

*Cyan nods to Natasha and then opens the bedroom door*
"Frodo, stop being a cvnt... We both know you can use telepathy to simply tell someone what you want... unless you still haven't chosen your voice..."

Frodo's meow echoed into the hallway.

Natasha giggled at Cyan's reaction. She walks up behind Cyan and hugs her, nuzzling her back.

*Cyan smiled and giggled*
"Well that wasn't helpful to Roger's situation at all."

"I guess not..." Natasha's voice trails off. She let's go of Cyan and walks pass her. "I'm going to start up in we you then." She kisses Cyan's cheek and to the kitchen she went.
Lucielle and Lens carried on, with Luci still occasionally rubbing her ear.
"Is your ear still bothering you?" Lena stopped, looking down at the child. Lucielle nodded.

"Symptoms of gunshots usually take 48 hours to heal after exposure. Ir may teke up to a week, being the max... Usually..."

"Did you just look that up in your head?" Lucielle asks. Lena nods.

"Hm... Why are you able to do that, but I'm not?" Lucielle's questions conrued as they neared the kitchen.

"My body has been modified. Yours has been enhanced, just your ears specifically." Lena answers.

"Hey Lena!"
*Cyan sat down at the table and placed her hand up in a position to start a arm-wrestling match*
"Wanna test your modified cybernetic strength?"

Lena stares at Cyan for a while before lifting up her cybernetic arm.
"Have you forgotten that vent monster ate my hand that has this 'modified cybernetic strength'?" She points out. Her voice monotone was dull and slow, as usual.

"Perhaps you can use your other arm and Cyan just lower her strength down a bit so it can be fair?" Natasha suggested from further in the back of the kitchen. She had happened to hear their conversation while she planned what to make for breakfast.

"This is my left arm? I'm a righty..."
*Cyan sighed*
"I mean I could use one of my legs instead but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't help."

"Wait, can people arm wrestle with their legs?!" Lucielle shouts. She had suddenly forgotten all about her ear.
"No, that's not--" Lena sighed and gave up before she started. "Fine, let's arm wrestle..." she let's go of Lucielle's hand, who was now pestering her father, and walks over to the table. She takes a seat, a d waist for Cyan to take hers.

*Cyan took her hand, taking a firm grasp along with it*
"Ready when you are."

"Alright," Lena wraps her hand around Cyan's. A voice beeped from Lena's leg, counting down from theee. On one, it yelled, "start!" Ans the match began.

*Cyan's bicep bulged as she locked her arm in place to start off*

Already knowing the probabilities, Lena still tries to pull Cyan's hand down, but she barely moves it.

"...oof.." Lucielle says. Roger shakes his head at her comment, and turns to Natasha. "Nat, need help in the kitchen?" Roger called, making his way to Nat. There was a clanging of pots wns pans in the back. She was getting something.

*Cyan loosened her lock alittle, giving Lena quite abit more of a chance*
"C'mon! Put mot effort into it! Take it seriously!"
*Cyan encouraged Lena*

Lena's head buzzed with numbers, weighing chances and losses for what she saw as a menial task. Lena pushes down on Cyan's hand with all her might and, to her surprise, Cyan's hand touches the table. She had won.
Clapping could be heard from Luciellle, who cheered a bit.
"You did it!"

Lena gets up from her seat, and looks at Cyan, then to Luci. "Yay...?" Her response sounded like a question, and if it had came off as careless, she hadn't meant it like that...

She looks down the hallway and excuses herself from the room.

*Cyan was amazed and kinda proud. Lena was the first person in a long time to ever beat Cyan in an arm wrestling match.*

"Whwn I get older, I'ma beat you in arm wrestling too!" Lucielle exclaimed. There was excitement in her eyes. "Just you wait!"
Roger could be heard chuckling from the back of the kitchen.

"So, what are you makin' this time Nat?" Roger asks, settling down a bowl.
"Well, I was originally going to prepare soup, but I figured we'd better cut back on using water for cooking," Nat takes out eggs from the fridge. "I just wanted to make a large batch of meatloaf and call it a day." Roger made a face.
"What?"
"No, it's just Doll uses to make meatloaf and... It was never good," Roger nervously chuckled. "As simple as it is, she couldn't..."

Natasha chuckles and the two become silent as they move around the kitchen.

*Cyan put her arm up onto the table*
"Wanna test your luck now, Luci?"

*She giggled and stood up, obviously kidding as she went into the Kitchen and wrapped her arms around Natasha and hugging her*
"I don't mean to interupt, I just need to hug my love every once in a while."

Lucielle sticks out her tongue at Cyan and picks up Frodo, who had been laying on the ground. He hissed, swatting Lucielle. He had been preparing himself to go to sleep. Lucielle skips down the hall to go find Lena.
"Oh, Cyan!" Natasha playfully rolls her eyes, continuing to chop the onions on the cutting board.

Roger looks at them and smiles warmly, cracking an egg into the bowl.
"Oh, Roger, I forgot to tell you: Rescue will be here in seventy four hours. Well, that's what they said about to hours earlier." Nat informed.
"Yeah, I saw the message earlier..." He frowned a bit, and there was a shift in his tone. "I'm happy we're finally getting out of here but, I just wish we were going to another camp."

"Why's that?" Nat turns her head to face him. She could still feel Cyan hugging her crom behind.
Roger sighed, grumbling the name, "Fé," to which Natasha's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas day.

"Fé's at Campsite 4GF?!"
"Unfortunately yes..."

"LUCIELLE, LEAVE THE CAT ALONE! HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO BE LEFT ALONE! AND DON'T SKIP WITH HIM EITHER!"
*Cyan ran after Lucielle, going to take the cat away and put the cat in the couple's room*

Lucielle Stanford her feet, flared her nose, and yelled at Cyan just in that order.

"Why'd you take him away?!" She started marching up to Cyan, but suddenly stopped when she felt the ground beneath her disappear and her body was as light as a feather dancing in the wind.

The child looks down and to her surprise, she was hovering a few inches off the ground. She started moving around, then flying high above their heads. While Lucielle giggles away, enjoying herself while touching the ceiling and examining the interior of the sub at a different angle.

Roger felt anxienty build up.

"Wait, how is she flying? Is she going to fall?" He was about to trail behind Lucielle, ready to get her when Natasha places a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I've got her," Nat smiled.
"Wouldn't you get a headache from this?"
"Roger, I always have a headache, if not, a migraine." She sounded exhausted just thinking about it. "At this point, it's a matter of /how/ I'm going to get it. This time it was a choice between Lucielle's fussing or having her play." Natasha went back to chopping onions for the dish.

((In that first sentence, Stanford is supposed to be "stamped" XD))

*Cyan grabbed the misty cat and ran into the couples bedroom, setting the cat on the bed and then shutting the door as she came back out*
"Because you're not being resposible for your pet, you can't cuddle him close to you all the time, he needs to have alone time too. I talked Roger into letting you keep the cat, now it's yours, so be responsible for it. Frodo isn't one of your stuffed animals and you need to treat him like a real animal. Now leave him alone for awhile, or I'll take him away from you permanently..."

*Cyan locked the door and dropped the key in-between her cleavage. Cyan walked back into the kitchen, standing next to Natasha again.*

Lucielle had been fine before, but now she was fussy, whining her way down as Natasha lowered from from being tired. She rubs her forehead.

"I just want to spend time with him. Why would you lick him up? He's my pet? That's not fair!" Lucielle kept going as Roger tried to settle her down to no avail.

In the couples room, the misty cat mowed. He climbed up onto the couple's bed, stretched, and fell right asleep. For once he had peace and quiet.

"Lucielle, if you start having a tantrum over a cat THAT WANTS TO SLEEP even though you keep yanking him around, I'm telling you right now. That cat will go from yours to mine real fast. That cat used to cuddle against you all the time and then you got too clingy. Let the cat rest and leave him alone when he's trying to eat too."

*Cyan sighed as she hugged Natasha again and kissed her cheek*
"So, what do you wanna do?"

Roger begins to walk over to Lucielle.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe after I'm done we cou--"

"But she's being mean!" The girl cries, accusingly pounding a finger at Cyan. Lucielle was red in the face with streaks of tears down her face.

"Lucielle, just let Frodo rest and then--" Roger was interrupted with a loud whiny, 'No' from Lucielle.

He frowned.

Roger gets down on her level and Natasha stands by incase she needed to intervene.
"Lucielle, you need to relax You'll get Frodo back, just a little bit later. No one said you wouldn't be able to get him back."
Lucielle's lips were quivering as she let another cry. "She just said he'd become h-hers!"

Natasha let out a big sigh and sets the bowl on the table.

*Cyan sighed*
"I said if you don't start being responsible for the cat and quit yanking him around all the the time, and let him have alone-time, Then I'd take him. You need to leave him alone at points...
If you promise to do all of that, I'll promise to give your cat back later. Deal?"
*Cyan put her hand out, waiting for Lucielle to shake it.*

Lucielle stared at Cyan's hand.

She reluctantly shook it then stomped down the hall towards her room. She punches the door, then slams it shut.
"Oh, what am I going to do with her?" Natasha heard Roger, but she was too busy with vexation at the moment.

"So, Fé's going to be at the camp?" Nat pick up their conversation, reminding Roger why he was upset before Luci's tantrum.

"Yeah, unfortunately." He sounded disheartened.

"Why so glum about it?" Natasha smiled a bit, but Roger only shook his head. He left, walking in the direction of the gym.

*Cyan stood up and unlocked the couples bedroom, walking in and shutting it behind her. She lied down next to Frodo and pet the sleeping cat gently as she silently took a nap.*

(Time skip?)

((Yes please))

Natasha had just finished putting the meatloaf in the oven when she saw something move out the corner of her eye. She whisks around to see Lena walking over to the table. She stops gives a little wave to her sister before sitting at the table.
"Oh, Lena..." Natasha smiles. She turns the oven on and then takes a seat at the table shortly after.
"How are you doing?"
"Well?" Her answer seemed more like a question.

"Have you heard, were going to get rescued!" Natasha's eyes brightened a bit.

"I've heard...." Lena looked unsure. They continued their conversation in parts, pausing with uncomfortable silence. Nat never found it easy to talk to her sister, not before they took her away.

Frodo's head lifted slowly. He hissed when he heard the knock at the door, his ears pointed backwards as he lowered himself into a defense posture.

*Cyan raised her head and looked at the door.*
"Who is it?"

"It's Roger and Lucielle..." What sounded like Roger's voice came from the other end of the door. Frodo was still hissing, getting behind Cyan.

*Cyan sighed*
"Door is locked and I'm sleepy, what do you want?"
*Cyan looked at Frodo*
"And Frodo is still kinda pissed off at Lucielle. He's got the look of death in his eyes."

"Luci wrote an apology letter and wanted to rea--"

"/I/ did not want to do this. You're /forcing/ me to do this!"

The two could be heard bickering behind the door until Roger tells Lucielle to hush.

She whines and stamps her foot. The sound of a piece of paper crickles. That must be the letter.

"We can catch you some other time if you're stil tired..." Roger says.

Lucielle was still grumbling.
Frodo walks away from the door to the wardrobe closet, which he leaps onto. He stares down at Cyan, then turns his back to roll up and fall asleep there.

"Yeah, just catch me later... Also, I appriciate the letter. But don't think I'll hold a grudge over a cat."
*Cyan chuckled*

((If you can, it's time for the 20th.))

((Okay, the rp is up, along with a response))