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"Whatever, cat-woman. I wanna go home, so hurry up. " Rock replied over his shoulder as he already started heading down the path that seemed to sink in the dark forest.

Caleb hissed. "I heard that, batty." She hadn't actually been told the bat girl's name; only Rock's. Otherwise she would have used it. "There's no way in Hell a cat's a dog. Fine. You're not a bird. Let's just go." She barely even braced herself before breaking into a sprint, stopping a little ways ahead of Rock and waiting for him to get ahead of her again. That way, Caleb wouldn't tire herself out like she had running from the Erasers, and she could be sure she would be ready for anything that might be waiting at the bird and bat's "home".

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a log cabin, that had an actual decent size. "This is home... For now." He said as he opened the door and flicked a lighter. He walked to the center of the room and lit some paper on fire and it lit up the room pretty well. It had a few couches, a kitchen in the corner, stairs in the other, doors that led to bedrooms and a decent bathroom for a log cabin. Rock took a stick and walked around, lighting up small torches here and there that made the place well lit. "It's as comfy as runaways can get. Find an abandoned place and restore it. Here and there, I stop at a town and get a lighter when mine runs out. The whole house works with fire, to cook as much as to light up. Lets see..." He turned to the group and started counting everyone before turning to face the house. "There's 2 rooms upstairs, 1 downstairs... One of us will have to sleep on a couch. Sorry in advance for the moldy smell. Couldn't get anything brand new..." Rock added

"So? who's hungry?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen with a candle and set it on the island. He opened a door which had stairs heading down to what could seem as a basement. And it was, more accurately a cold room with ice still in it. He scrounged around a bit before finding an egg carton and went back up. "How about an omelet?"

((Btw, for anyone's interest, I make awesome eye-editing on images. Wanna see a sample? Check out my character's image, I changed it to the one I edited. I can even send the link of the one before so you can contrast and see if the job was well done. I'm planning on getting better at edits, so my image might change again if I decide to possible add a background to it =P Just putting it out there that I do great edits and willing to edit other images if you want me to =P just not a huge thing, I still got some skill to acquire before being able to revamp a whole image =P))

"Well, technically no. It would make sense if I were completely avian. But since I am mostly human, but with avian genes, I am considered a totally different specie and therefore, I could eat chicken or people and it wouldn't be considered cannibalism. Theoretically speaking, of course." Rock explained as he set his candle at the wood for the stove to start up before placing a pan and putting some butter in the pan. it slowly started to sizzle, which Rock cracked the eggs over and spreading salt and pepper. "Months of scavenging and pickpocketing allowed me to buy groceries... Gotta find a way to live somehow..."

((I was this what it used to look like... ))

((Now I have the Batman theme in my head...))

"It's Jenna.", she responds as she fiddles with her hood to give her hands something to do. The last time she tried to cook she had nearly burned their last home down.

((It's fine. Better than having the whole Phantom of the Opera soundtrack on repeat in my skull... Last time I ever fall asleep listening to music))

Jenna looks at Caleb with a confused look, "Huh?"

((And Les Mis, Wicked, Cats, ect. I come from a musical background so I love things like that, and some of my characters end up doing something with music. Lately they've been humming to themselves))

Jenna glances at her hands and blinks. "Oh..." She puts them into her hoodie's pocket as she responds, though if anyone looked they would be able to tell they were still fiddling with something, "I have to move or do something with my hands or I get jittery..."