Colin's posts

Lindsay just smiled softly, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Heh." he chuckled.

"Our kids are lucky to have a mother such as yourself." he told her.

"But all right then." he said.

"Tell you what, why don't I take care of dinner, then?" he suggested.

"Lighten some of the load on your shoulders, and you can focus on helping Evan more." he reasoned.

"Hm." Lindsay muttered.

"Maybe we can help him." he said.

"Do you want to, or shall I?" he asked.

"We're both more than capable of it, but I know he's taken to you more than I." he told her. "On the other hand, your days have already been so busy, perhaps you could use some time to yourself." he then countered.

"How long has it been since you really had time to work on anything?" he asked.

Lindsay chuckled in response to the deal.

"We'll see how well he holds up." he said.

"And I hope they have mana as well." he told her.

"Non-mage children of mages can have very challenging lives." he commented with a sigh.

"But all we can do is wait and see what happens." he lamented with a shake of his head. "Seeing as a test or scan will yield either no results or very vague results." he added.

"I also heard him grumbling about homework." he went on.

"Is it still his science grade that's slipping? Or something else?" he asked.

They'd discovered earlier that Evan's science grades had been slipping, but with some one-on-one tutoring and extra time, they'd managed to get it up to snuff.

"Very true." Lindsay responded.

"They may end up with no mana at all." he said.

"Which will present some new challenges entirely." he went on.

"All we can do is wait and see." he shrugged, as they heard water running upstairs.

"Guess that'll be Evan." he said.

"We really should do something about his little 'hunts' for his sister." he sighed.

"That could also be a product of his environment." Lindsay countered.

"He'd always taken to Kitt, and Kitt was a very patient babysitter." he said further.

"Maybe he's just fascinated by felines." he shrugged.

"Regardless, I would tend to think that if he were to have any physical feline traits, he'd already be showing them by now." he then reasoned.

"...but this IS mana we're talking about." he mumbled.

"Mana can act however it wants, it seems."

"Hmm." Lindsay muttered.

"I hope he hasn't picked up anything from the forest." he said. "He DOES like to sneak around in those bushes, for whatever reason." he said further.

"He's really been taking to mimicking Kitt, too." he commented.

"Almost like he's starting to idolize her." he said further.

"It's very strange..."

Lindsay just sighed heavily.

"He just won't leave her alone." he said.

"But an itchy head?" he asked.

"Hmmm... that's a relatively new development." he commented.

"I do believe I saw him scratching earlier." he told her.

"You think it's anything serious?" he asked.

"Ok then." Evan responded.

He then walked off, and Lindsay passed him, watching their son go by.

"......" he was silent, before looking at Casey.

"What's wrong with Evan?" he asked.

"He's looking particularly glum."

"Math." Evan replied.

"I hate math." he said.

"It's too hard and I never understand it." he went on.

"And my head itches SO much." he then whined, rubbing at his head again.

"Hmph." he mumbled.

"This sucks."

She felt Evan's heart sink when she said that Kitt was sleeping, and that he shouldn't bother her.

".....yes, Mom." he responded quietly, as he started to rub where he'd been scratching.

When she let him go, he sulked into the house... still rubbing at a couple of points on his head.

"...homework's hard..." he mumbled.

"I can't do it right..." he whined further.

Evan had been squirming and struggling in her grasp... until she made her offer at the end.

"...." he was silent for a moment, pondering what she said.

"....okay." he said.

"...." he was then silent again, before scratching his head a little.

"Where's Kitt?" he asked her, seemingly out of nowhere.

Evan nearly jumped when she tapped him atop his head.

He followed his first instinct, and darted out of the bush... only for his mother to catch him by the shirt.

"I was just playing!" he cried.

"I was being like Kitt!" he went on.

"Sammy's a tattletale! She just wants me to be in trouble!" he protested further.

"No!" Evan exclaimed.

"Don't tell Mom, Sammy!" he yelled as he chased her.

However, it was too late. She was already in the house by the time he got to the door inside.

He paused when he got there, before looking around nervously. He saw some bushes nearby, and jumped in them.

His first instinct was to hide. And he would hide in these bushes.

He knew his mother would be annoyed with him.

Her brother, Evan, rose up from how he landed, and looked at the girl.

"Because it's fun, Sammy!" he explained.

"You're the prey, and I'm the pre...predadat... pretad..." he stammered, before shaking his head.

"The hunter!" he exclaimed.

"Like Kitt!" he said further.

"RAWR!" he then yelled out, leaping for her again, but this time Sammy had plenty of time to get out of the way.