Eyes widened as Dr. Richard's sudden change of mind took Lerisia by surprise. In the months Lerisia had been in his office, she has seen the passionate dedication that Isaac Richards, a man of intriguing interest and kindness, had for his work. Sometimes such devotion brought feelings that one could never wish to have towards a person that has extended their hand to help, and Lerisia wished she did not felt so wretched for even allowing it to be born. Now, this act from him brought the mysterious side of Dr. Richards that Lerisia had questioned at some point. As she blinked and stare at his blue eyes, whose color appeared to be as pale as a blue winter, she did not hesitate to ask what she had on mind.<br/><br/>"Cancel the appointments? Forgive me for asking, Dr. Richards, but why all of the sudd-"<br/><br/>Lerisia saw a sudden change in the Doctor's face. It speaks of uneasiness; Discomfort within self, something that Lerisia just barely notice now. Her mind was troubled, Did something happened or was it a rare occasion? her lips painted in soft marvelous mauve closed, her eyes blinked as she nodded her head in agreement. Maybe she should not ask questions for the time being, until she could find a moment in which she can let her curiosity run wild and confront him, may the sounds of her words reach his eardrums all the way to the enigmatic side of his heart. "Of course, but please...if there's something troubling you sir, please don't hesitate to talk to me or at least-, um, At the least, allow me to help if you need it" that wasn't the exact words she was looking for. Lerisia sighed in disappointment with herself, yet she let a dry laugh out "Ah...is kind of funny from my part suggesting such a moronic comment. I, perhaps, need more of your help that you ever need of mine...."<br/><br/>Lerisia noticed that the Doctor reached for his wallet and placed a hundred dollar bill in front of her, still his hand was on the table and Lerisia turned to see his face with a grin. His Appreciation for her actions could not be more clear, Lerisia aimed to cheer him up and apparently, it worked in a way she did not expect. Was it really that or was something in his mind snapped him to change his expression? Regardless, the gift was too much.<br/><br/>"Sir, this really isn't necessary..." Lerisia stand up. "I appreciate the offer, but I did not earn this...at least not yet. Please reserve it for another time. Please, leave the office to me. You can go ahead and go out first as I am almost done with the paperwork." A small smile was formed onto her face. People have called her out for being too good-hearted but her sincerity was a virtue she was proud of bearing, even if this has brought her great pain in the past.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_____________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>Jon blinked twice before snapping into reality, he shook his head lightly. Whatever feeling it went through his body was strange and, as he can put it, quite different. Yes...it was different! Ever since her came to the town, he has noticed some changes in his senses. They were not large but notable, little electrifying rays of volts that runs through his body at random, setting his body in moments of numbness and his mind in concern.  What could it be, he wondered. Such experience was mysterious; It warns him of the unknown. He could not help but loved it.<br/><br/>In the other hand, cute little Hannes has her own interpretation of what just happened. Massaging her arms up and down, shirt sliding down from her shoulder uncovering some of her tender skin, she tried to snap out the sudden sharp, frosty sensation that went through her spine. Her hair passed in front like silken threads of gold, in which she pushed to the back of her ears quickly. Hannes looked at her brother, and knew that what just occurred was tension between her and her brother. It happens often between the two of them, well hell, even with mother and Jon whose arguments were enough to make the grim reaper anxious for tragedy. So much for a family, Hannes thought, was not surprised having such a pathetic mother and a uncontrollable brother. No, Half-brother. Hannes was never part of the life of her mother's first husband and in everyday, she is thankful for not having the blood that Jon's father has running in his veins. Sharing the insanity can bring the recipe for disaster; motto in which little Hannes, with eye color like sweet honey combs, tries to live to by not taking part of it, but by trying to controlling it. Some may ask if young Hannes, at the age of 13, is this intelligent and of course, she is...for now.<br/><br/>Little did they realize that a reddish blur passed in between them, as if it didn't care that they were in so close to each other. Once they snapped from their sudden chill, they both turned to the right, facing a particular figure dressed mostly in red and white. He was of normal stature, hair as red as blood and dressed in strangely fashion, such as he were from some sort of circus that Hannes and Jon used to see from TV. Hannes frowned, her face fills of curiosity on how didn't they notice his presence and marveled by the figure's choice of clothing. Jon was also taken aback, but it didn't took too long for him to just ignore the stranger.<br/><br/>"I gotta go" Jon wasted not time in walking away, nervously passing his hand through his black, short hair and holding onto his black backpack, it's grip a bit more tighter. This was the chance to bail out as he can. For everything he wanted today to deal with, Hannes was in the bottom of the list and even more, he didn't mind leaving her behind. Right. No time to be looking for annoying sisters, she can go f*ck herself.<br/><br/>"Jon" Hannes snarled, slowly turning. She saw that Jon stopped for a few seconds, then continued walking. "Jon!!!" Hannes shouted. It was useless. It did not worked. Adorable and helpless Hannes failed to get him to come with her. What would she do now? she watched him go as if their conversation did not happened, or him avoiding that their conversation was nothing, that is. Hannes should have predicted that Jon has no interest in helping her, him leaving her with a stranger was proof enough. Hannes turned back to see the red-haired boy. f*cking rat, she thought. Thanks to him, Jon went away. One would expect young Hannes to admit defeat on the spot, but as stubborn as her brother is, cute Hannes knows that she is far more determined that her brother believes.