"I'll eat with you if you really wish me to." Mark said, keeping his voice even. "You just have to come down to the table. I'm not going to eat in your childcave. It's enough of a mess as it is." Ace frowned hearing this â€œI cleaned it today thoughâ€¦â€ he pointed to the washed bowls he had brought there and the two bags of popcorm he had thrown away â€œseeâ€¦â€ he laid his head back down looking at the blood oddly with a smile. â€œCan I go hunt?â€ the comment seemed to be ignored, but he needed out of the house, he needed excersize of some sort he needed motion or action, he needed a thrill to feel like a preditor not preyâ€¦ it was a need not a want he had to do it. His eyes went to his broken ankle "And what's this? Did you hurt yourself cleaning?" a tear rolled down Aceâ€™s face out of no where â€œI didnâ€™t mean toâ€¦ I really didnâ€™tâ€¦. it just happenedâ€¦.â€ He whispered trying to hide it his eyes had lost the darkness and now were just misty as if fearful. He was mixing his answer with how he was yelled at for killing people. He was scared and didnâ€™t mean to do itâ€¦ he hadnâ€™t wanted to kill those peopleâ€¦. He stared at his hands tears welling up in his eyes. This was his usual habbit if he got in a mood for blood. â€œCan I take a bath now pleaseâ€¦?â€ he whisperedâ€¦<br/><br/>Luckily Mar was there and helped him to the bathroom, he sat on the floor as Mar prepared the water and bubbles. He sat undoing his clothes all on his own. He smiled happily â€œLook mar I got it offâ€ he said happily looking at his shirt on the floor with a wide grin. His hands going to his pants, even though he removed his shirt all the time it was pants that got him. The button messed his thumbs up everytime as he pointed to the unbuttoned button â€œI did itâ€¦ Iâ€™ve been practicing while youâ€™ve been at work lately â€œ he smiled happily wanting to show he could be independent.