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			The two nodded. "we have nothing against dust sir.. and if we had truth to share we would.." John said as he looked at Morgan.. naturally the two  were pretty hesitant about getting too close to the male, but they had no choice for it was their only living arrangements.. James and John shifted the tops of their shirts, both boys making sure that their collars were mostly hidden and protected.. "merely show us where we might slumber.. and we shall take care of it from there." John said.. James was mostly keeping quiet as he followed John and Morgan.
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</blockquote><br/>"Very well," Morgan shrugged.  Continuing on, it wasn't long before he led them to his domicile, the little coffee shop with a couple rooms above.  Making quick work to cut through the (thin) crowd, he stepped past the counter and up the stairs, takinga  left that was normally a right.  This led him to the spare bedroom he was currently using to house a nice little family or cardboard boxes, as well as a couch covered with plastic to keep off the dust.  "Alright," he commented as he opened the door, "there's a closet halfways between here and the room at the other end of the hall.  Stack what you can in there, which should likely be all of this.  I've simply been too lazy to do it myself, but then again they say all geniuses are messy."  Morgan paused in thought.  "But meh, who cares what they say, right?"<br/><br/>He paused for a moment to laugh at his own joke.  "But as I was saying, if you can clear things out of here, you can use the space as you'd like.  You'll need to find yourself your own furnishings, as I have nothing to spare but that couch there.  There's a thrift store down the road if my memory serves me right that you might be likely to get a good bargain from, otherwise I'm clueless."  Morgan scratched his head as he thought about things, trying to remember whether he'd forgotten anything or not.  "Oh yes," he chuckled, turning to point to the door to where he stayed.  "Don't go past that door.  That is my space and I don't like others in it.  Nothing personal, I just like my privacy.  Other than that, my castle is your castle.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do behind the afore mentioned door.  So, any questions before I leave you two alone?"<br/><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="" data-quote="kikora" data-source="">
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			Teyha couldn't help but to crack a smile when he mentioned diligence, and gave him a a grateful look out the corner of her eye for his slight lie. Her mother forced a smile of her own at the mention of their family life, and sighed as she took a seat next to Teyha. A hand landed on the tiny girl's shoulder, and she gripped tightly, a frown on her face. "Bradyn and Teyha suffer from mental disorders." She said softly. "It's nothing serious, a form of autism... But Teyha has trouble telling her fantasies from reality."<br/>
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"I do not." Teyha protested, "Other people are saying the same thing... Insanity is not contagious!" <br/>
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Her mother frowned deeper, glaring briefly at Teyha. "Hush, you don't know what you're talking about." She scolded before turning back to Leon. "People don't understand Bradyn because of his disorder... And they mistake the things he does. Teyha's accusations put a lot of pressure on things, and it's very tense. We've had to try very hard to keep him out of trouble." Her hand tightened briefly, and Teyha grunted softly, pulling herself away some. "I don't want to put Teyha on drugs... But it might be our only option."
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</blockquote><br/>Morgan shrugged slightly, mentally steeling himself against saying any harsh comments to the mother.<i>It is not my place to judge...</i>he thought as he observed her treatment of Teyha.  "Well then, ma'am," Morgan offered, "if I may be so bold, may I suggest that it would be better to deal with Bradyn than Teyha.  I mean no disrespect, but it seems her troubles are based off of his, and through no fault of his own he feeds these troubles.  It would seem from what you have said, if I interpret right, that the boy attracts trouble.  Has anything been attempted to help him adjust better?"  Morgan made careful to keep his tone calm and agreeable.  "I'm in agreement that the boy seems to be in a touch situation.  I can certainly sympathize with the idea of having misunderstood relatives.  In my line of work even, I have met some of the most unusual of characters, each with a more saddening story than the last.  While I would not be so boastful as to say I have improved all their lives, I have succeeded on more than a number of occasions."<br/><br/>Morgan paused as he realized he was rambling.  "I'm sorry ma'am," he apologized, "sometimes I get carried away.  Back to the point, what has been done to help the poor boy?"