Aislinn goes into Cyan's room quietly. "Incu?" "Get out," Cyan snaps. He's currently ripping shreds of his shirt to clean up wounds, which look fresh.

Miration eventually grows bored of trying to sleep. He ventures out of his room, sitting in the hall.

"Cyan. What did you do?" Aislinn slips and calls him by his real name. "I. Said. Get.Out.

Miration hears the commotion and heads in that direction, standing by the door. "Is there a problem here?"

"Nope." Cyan slips his shirt back on as he speaks. Aislinn just frowns as Cyan winces a bit.

"I'd suggest you don't do that in this household," Miration replies hollowly. "Charmase will be upset. And if Charmase gets upset...I will drag that boat of yours out into the ocean and let it sink."

"I didn't do anything." His voice is calm. Aislinn just mumbles something under her breath and Cyan glares at her sharply.

Miration's eyes are hollow. "I mean it." He sounded quite serious, and threatening.

"I didn't do anything," Cyan states again, calmly.

"Bullshit." Miration's voice was pure ice.

"I didn't." Cyan stays calm.

Miraton stares at him, tapping his foot. "You want me to sink that boat of yours?"

Cyan shrugs.

Miration rolls his eyes. "Do it again and your boat will sink, out in the middle of the ocean."

He turns and walks back down to his room, to try and sleep once more.

Cyan just rolls his eyes and glowers at Aislinn. "Thanks for coming to my defense," he mutters, bitterly. "You said you didn't want me to reveal what you are, Cyan." She sighs.

Charmase was wakened by all the commotion, and he had been listening near the end of the hallway. As soon as Miration reaches it--he's still in sight--Charmase jumps on him.

"Miraaaaaaa," he exclaimed, hugging him around the middle and resting his head on his chest. "I can't sleep, either."

Miration grumbles something under his breath about a crowbar.

Cyan shifts again and grimaces. "Ugh." Aislinn watches him. "Go clean them up...," she says, quietly.

"Mira, is something going on back there?" Charmase asks, tilting his head.

Miration grumbles some more, not answering him.

Cyan stares at Aislinn. "Nah. I'm fine, Ais." He winces again. Aislinn sighs. "Stubborn."

"I hear voices." Charmase tries to squeeze past Miration, earning a grunt and a self-blockade from the older man.

"Go back to bed, Charmase..."

Cyan curls up on the windowsill and glowers out it.

Charmase pouts cutely. "But I'm not tired, Mira. And I want to know what's going on..."

Aislinn watches Cyan, fidgeting.

Miration grunts, irritated. "Just go back to bed. Now."

Cyan glowers out the window. "I want to go back...," he mutters, absently.