<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/><br/>Jin had been staring at the moon for a good couple of minuets now by the time Melda walked, or rather stumbled, out the front door. The young man shifted his gaze over to her, his eyes gluing onto her own gaze.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Y-you have an interesting mother,"</span></span>Melda finally said as she tucked some hair behind her ear, trying to regain some of herself as she looked down at Jin.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Is it a human thing?"</span></span>she asked,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I mean...to be like your mother..."</span></span>she clarified, averting her eyes.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Never mind, I'm being rude,"</span></span>Melda said quickly before Jin even had a chance to blink. Jin raised a brow curiously and shrugged. Rika had been his mother since he was four years old, adopting him from an abusive family.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Rika has her issues, but that's what makes her special I guess."</span></span>Jin said with a slight yawn.<br/><br/>Melda seemed to remember something and began to dig around in her pocket, fumbling with some money and she thrust it in front of Jin.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Look, I know you guys think this money is mine--but I don't want it, and honestly...my parents might lose their..uh, how you say...marbles?"</span></span>Admitted the dark girl, the flame in her skin never once dulling. When Jin didn't make an immediate move to grab the money, Melda forcibly grabbed his hand and put the money in it, then curled his fingers closed.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm serious. My parents aren't like your mother,"</span></span>Melda said ominously.<br/><br/>Jin let out a bored yawn as his eyes trailed from Melda's figure, to her hand. It was still grasped around Jin's, holding it closed with a light amount of force. The young man suddenly turned the tables on the girl, flipping his hand around and grabbing her hand as he forced himself to his feet.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"No one is like Rika, she's one of a kind. That doesn't matter. If your parents don't like handouts, then tell them how you earned it. You performed a job and this is your payment. Accept it."</span></span>Said Jin as he grabbed the cash with his free hand, then stuffed it down her shirt.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Now let's get going to your house, unless you plan on staying at mine? I don't have an extra bed and Rika wouldn't let you sleep on the floor or the couch, so we would have to share."</span></span>Jin said bluntly with little emotion.