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Kyrie Rin

She became a little tense once they started going up the hill, somehow afraid that she was going to fall off, but relaxed after a few minutes. Kyrie smiled to herself, looking at the fog as it blanketed over the earth. To her, it looked like something straight out of a photographer's gallery. 

"I never knew nighttime could be so beautiful," she breathed, looking around with wide eyes. Brushing her delicate fingers through Rick's mane, Kyrie smiled. "This is... Truly amazing." 

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Clydell Gage

He then looked at Antoinette once more. "Here, I may blend in. But... ... I'm not going to stay in this place forever. Do you honestly expect me to live my full live in this place?" Clydell looked away, his multi-colored eyes narrowed slightly. "Someday, I plan to get a place of my own, where I can be alone with nobody bothering me. I can't live here forever. This place is just a roundup of freaks." 

He shook his head. "In some ways, unique may be good. But not in this situation. In this situation... ... It's not good. Being in the Zodiac isn't good-unique. I can't even go to the movie theatre to watch the newest horror film without turning into a tiger." 

Antoinette sighed. We aren't freaks. We're just like everyone else, but a little bit different. So what if we change into animals? She said softly. She switched subjects. Why do you want to be alone all the time? Sometimes I want to be alone, but other times I really want someone to talk to. But you seem like you want to be alone all the time. 

Marcel looked at her. So, how have you been? He asked, sensing she wanted to change that subject, but not knowing what to say. 

Clydell Gage

He was about to say something, when Antoinette changed the subject. Good call, Antoinette. He wanted to leave that subject, anyway. 

"I like to be alone because... Nobody bothers you when you're alone," he replied curtly, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling. "Nobody annoys you, and you can do whatever you want, without having to care about whether it'll damage one's feelings or what kind of impression you'll make on somebody."

Clydell shrugged. "I... ... I was never fond of talking. Probably because I was cooped up in a small room for six years in my life, with nobody to converse with, nobody to cry to, nobody to laugh with. I'm used to being quiet, and I'm used to being alone."

Winter simply shrugged, "I guess I can't complain. ...Though I could be better," she confessed. "I've been stuck in my room all day, bored. I didn't feel like speaking to anyone except you," she added with a small smile. Indeed she was in her room for most of the day. She exaggerated it a bit, but she really didn't come out except to see if maybe Marcel was here or if anything spectacular was happening. Everyone intimidated her.

Winter looked up suddenly, "Really? Right now?" she asked, a small smile creeping onto her face. It seemed like it'd been forever since she'd even left the house, so she thought of this as somewhat of an adventure.

Marcel shrugged. Sure, but it is late, so if you want to sleep then that's fine. But it can be like a night walk. 

Clydell Gage

At the question, he immediately shook his head. "No," he assured her, "you're not annoying me at all." Clydell then paused, crossing his arms and looking away. "I-It's not like I'm en... Enjoying this conversation or anything," he lied, his words spilling out quickly. "I just want to... Waste some time." 

Clydell blinked quickly, then decided to change the topic. "So, ah.. ... What's your favorite time of the day?" Nice, Clydell. Another stupid question. At least it wasn't as bad as 'Do you like cats'. "Mine is... Evening, when the sun is setting." 

Antoinette shrugged. Probably nighttime because that's usually when I get to sleep and get away from this place for a little. 

Clydell Gage

"Ah... ... I tend to do things other than sleeping, so I don't really get alone time at night." Clydell then paused, a thought coming into his mind. "... Am I keeping you up? You can go to sleep, if you want. It's pretty late." 

The Tiger's odd eyes then looked down at the leather shield of his book. Obviously, he wasn't one for eye contact. 

Marcel walked with her and they reached the front door. They walked outside and through the gates surrounding the Zodiac House. He looked thoughtful. What do you want to do? Most of the shops are still opened. 

Antoinette shook her head. No it's fine. I'm not tired. She lied, but she didn't want to go to sleep until she was about to pass out, because laying alone in her bed meant thinking about every last detail of her life, and all the things she did wrong, etc. etc. 

Clydell Gage

He made a 'Tch' noise. Clydell was good at telling whether somebody was lying or not, despite the fact that he himself was not very good at telling bluffs. 

"Mm. I see." Clydell glanced over at Antoinette. "... But it's extremely late. If you're not tired, even at this time, you might want to invest in some sort of sleeping pill." He shrugged one shoulder. "Just a small suggestion. I used to be quite the insomniac. Sleeping pills seem to do the trick."

Clydell Gage

He shook his head. "I'm not tired, either." Clydell looked at Antoinette. "So," he said in a quiet tone, playing with the leather corners of his book. They were worn out, and were threatening to fall apart due to how often and how much Clydell toyed and fumbled with them. 

"So," he repeated, trying to come up with a conversation starter in his head. Starting conversations was not his forte whatsoever. "... ... Um... ... Do you prefer beaches or forests?" 

Clydell Gage

"I've always adored the look of oceans," he said, tracing his fingers over the bright, gold letters on the leather cover of his novel. "Although, I've never been to one. Too many people are at beaches. But from the pictures I've seen on TV, in books, and on the Internet, they're really beautiful. Especially when the light reflects on the water's surface." 

Clydell let out a small scoff at himself. "Sorry. I kind of... Babbled about oceans." He wanted to keep the conversation going. "... Are you fond of owls?"