He had half a mind to accuse someone’s brats of shooting their BB guns at people, but there were no children around to uphold such a claim.  Instead, Blake was rather confused by the whole ordeal, less concerned about the blood seeping from his cheekbone and more interested in the fact that his door lamp just spontaneously combusted, seemingly for no other reason than he was standing directly under it.  He strongly wanted to believe it wasn't an accident.  A cruel prank, maybe?  He couldn’t see what happened.  He could definitely feel something there, and was steadily becoming more aware of the thick liquid sticking to the skin around his ear lobe.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Bloody kids.  First the cats, now we have little devils playing twisted tricks on the new neighbours,”</span>he grumbled, allowing Cassandra to lead him inside.  He noticed her controlled panic, and put a hand on her arm to ease her.<span style="color: #FF8000">“I’m alright.  <span style="font-style: italic">Tis but a scratch.</span>” </span>He wasn’t entirely certain if it were truly ‘just a scratch’, but he didn’t want her worried about such a small thing.  She did, however, seem overly spooked, as if something had given her the jumps while he was outside.<span style="color: #FF8000">“Take it easy, Cass, you look like you’d seen a ghost.”</span>He chanced brushing his fingers against his head, feeling a few bits of glass burrowed into his skin, and a larger cut closer to his ear.<span style="color: #FF8000">“Damn,”</span>he whispered, wincing a little as he plucked one of the smaller fragments out.  He’d underestimated the damage an exploding glass box could do.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Think we ought to hurry it up, huh?”</span>he said lightly, smiling with a tilt of the lip.<span style="color: #FF8000">“It’ll take more than just a twee scram to stop me.  Though, I’d appreciate it if you’d patch me up, Doctor Bradley.”</span>He gave his wife a wink.  He really missed being playful with her.  He should take his head out of an engine more often, he mused, considering their previous discussion before the house attempted to take his eye out.  They could replace the light when they got back.  He’d keep a more watchful eye on the street from now on, however.  He was quite convinced there were some little crotch fruits up to no good, and next time, he would be ready with his best rendition of “get off my lawn, lousy kids!”