Sitting in the small chair that was set out in front of the flower shop, Feign had sat down after finishing watering all of the flowers. She wasn't sure when, but at some point, she'd nodded off, eyes have been heavy, and fell asleep with the wide brimmed hat she'd put on covering her face so that it was hard for anyone to even tell that she was no longer awake. Her chest rose and fell softly, with one of her arms resting gently over her stomach, the other dangling down the side of the chair. her skin warm from the sun that was shining down. This was probably the best spot in her shop to catch snoozes in the sunlight, during the early hours anyhow.<br/><br/>She didn't hear the footsteps that came close to her on the sidewalk, continuing to sleep on. Why someone could probably have robbed her dry and she wouldn't have even noticed. Well...maybe that was an overstatement, but that doesn't really matter at this time. Only when the person had come to a stop in front of her and spoke up, asking for a 'light', does she open her eyes, sitting up straight in the chair and nudging the brim of her hat with her forefinger so she could look in the direction of the suit wearing male that was standing there.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned upward slowly from his shoes to his pants which slightly dirty as if he'd been walking down a dusty road or something of that sort, to his shirt and suit coat, noticing that there were more than a fair share of small cuts in the most likely expensive fabric. And lastly, her wide, lusciously lashed purple eyes rose to look at his face. She blinks, several times, giving the man a blank look, almost as if she was confused as to what was going on. There was only one word that could describe her expression though. Ditzy.<br/><br/>She didn't even register the fact that he had dried blood on his face, in need of attention most likely, but the fact that he had asked her to 'chuck him a light.' Slowly, she stands up, leaning slightly to brush down the front of her dress and to straighten the apron that she was wearing, before standing up straight. She was strikingly shorter than him, and there was at least a whole foot difference. But that didn't matter to her. She simply tilts her head back so she could see his face clearly.<br/><br/>Only then, does she finally speak, her voice was very different, a unique accent that couldn't quite be pegged to any particular place, the only thing one could really say was that it sounded like she was from Europe. Where to be exact, that was anyone's guess. "I am so very sorry, but I do not have any spare lights to throw at you. Though, to be honest, I am not quite sure why you'd want to have a light thrown at you in the first place." She blinks a couple of times, her face completely void of any reaction, just that same, simple oblivious look, before after a moment she cracks a shining smile, giggling softly.  "I'm just kidding. However, before you smoke, let's get you cleaned up. Come, come."<br/><br/>She turns and gestures for him to follow her inside the shop, guiding him past the gated counter top to the staircase that led up to the second floor of the house store. Once they had reached the top of the stairs, she shows him the way down a narrow hallway, opening a door to show the bathroom. It was averagely sized, not too large, not too small, but decent, with a sink and toilet of course, and an old fashioned bathtub and shower fixture. It smelled like flowers of course and was very clean, the design is done up to look like a meadow by a bayside, with flowers in a vase, seashells, and designs on the faded wallpaper.  Looking to him, she points towards the toilet. "Please, take a seat." From what she could see, he wasn't bleeding at the moment, but that didn't mean the wound couldn't open up again, so she wanted to take care of it right away. "Oh, and by the way, you may call me Feign." She gives him a smile, before waiting for him to sit down.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br/><br/>It had been a long night. Samuel Tirakura was tired, but for some reason he just couldn't fall back asleep. He could already smell the food that his older brother was making for the three of them waiting underneath the door to his room, and his stomach growls. Sighing softly, he decides to give into the struggle,  and sits up in bed, stretching his arms over his head and groaning softly. Yawning, he steps onto the floor, the wooden tiles slightly cool beneath his bare feet, causing small chills to run up and down along his spine, goosebumps forming on his skin. Shivering, he pulls off his nightshirt, glancing out the small window to outside. His room was actually located in the attic of the two story house, so technically one might call it a two and a half story house.<br/><br/>Something moving in the yard caught his attention, and he narrows his eyes slightly, leaning over to see better out the window. What he saw wasn't too big of a surprise, but it was still a surprise nonetheless. He could see Micky, a new friend he'd made since moving here to the small town (or at least he hoped Micky was his friend), was walking through their yard, heading back into town. The older teen had never made a house visit before, so there was probably some uncertainty to the other as to whose yard he was walking through, but that didn't matter.<br/><br/>"Huh...wonder what he's up to?" Sam mutters to himself, rushing to change into a pair of dark brown cargo shorts, that were a bit long on him, the bottoms reaching to about the middle of his shin, a blue and white striped short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of old white Converse sneakers, with a fair share of scuffs and dirt marks on the outside and bottoms. Tucking the laces into the insides, he runs his fingers through his hair really quick, making sure he had his phone and wallet, before trudging downstairs.<br/><br/>Lucas and Klaus were in the kitchen, enjoying pancakes and sausages. When Klaus saw Samuel he got up to get a plate for the second oldest, but Sam just shakes his head. "Nah, it's alright, I'm gonna go out. I saw one of my friends pass by and don't wanna miss him. Thanks anyway." He grins at his older brother, who just shrugs, having a small smile on his own lips. It was good that Sam had already made a friend, even though they had only recently moved to the place. To compensate though, Samuel drinks a quick glass of orange juice and grabs a pancake of the stack, shoving it in his mouth and waves bye as he pulls his backpack on. Klaus and Lucas wave goodbye as Samuel leaves through the back door, heading in the direction he'd seen Micky heading.<br/><br/>Turning his head this way and that as he walked, a smile on his face and one of his earbuds in as listened to music as he looked around for his friend. It didn't take him too long to before he spotted Micky walking up ahead of him, about a block from the house. A bigger smile breaks forth on his face. He begins to jog at first, then breaks into a run, and when he got right behind Micky, jumps up onto his back like some sort of monkey, laughing as he hung on, knowing the guy could hold his ground and stay standing, Micky was a strong dude. "Hey man, how's it goin'?" He drops down from Micky's back and pats him on the shoulder, looking up at him with a bright smile. "I saw you walking by my house a couple minutes ago, what are you up to?"<br/><br/>He then blinks, finally looking at what was in front of Micky, seeing a police man standing there. Or...sheriff? He wasn't quite sure, but the guy was definitely authority type. He swallows gently, and gives a weak smile to the grown man, trying not to look at Micky and ask what the hell he'd done, or had supposedly done, to have someone like this talking to him. For now though, he kept quiet, turning his eyes elsewhere, listening to the music that was blaring from his headphones.