How coincidental.

Cordelia nodded her goodbye and left the apartment, closing the door behind her. She left the building and then started toward her own home, hoping Setsuna wouldn't murder her for not being there to say goodnight to him or anything.

Alexiel just looked at Jira. "We. Need. More. Furniture," she repeated, slowing her words down in the hopes he may actually respond this time. "Where do you want me to put the kid for now?"

With all the noise going on, Catherine slowly woke up. And, well, since she hadn't gotten much sleep, she was grouchy. "What's all the noise for!!" she demanded as she stomped out of her room with an angry pout on her face. When she saw Soahc, though, she stopped, confused. "Why is Soahc here?"

Alexiel sighed. She would give up her bed for the night. She walked into her bedroom and put the boy on her bed, covered him up and then looked to Catherine. "Off to bed. You can ask Cordelia about it in the morning."

Catherine sighed. "Fine..." she grumbled as she went back to bed, falling asleep again the second her head hit the pillow.

The fourteen-year-old walked back to where Jira was. "Why do I have to be the one that works? I'm already working, idiot. You get yourself a real job instead of looking for those stupid assassination thing's and actually help these kids out!"

She hated when people were so stubborn and expected everyone else to do the work. But she couldn't leave these kids alone with him, unfortunately. Even if she didn't care much for human life, she had to.

As soon as Jira grabbed the cigarette, Alexiel took out one of her fans and shot a few petals at it in the hopes it would get cut in half. "No smoking with children around!!" she chastised. "You should know better!!" She then looked at Soahc's sleeping form. Looked like she was going to have to empty out all of his pockets and get rid of whatever crap he had...

Alexiel growled. She grabbed her fan and whacked him over the head, wondering why he just couldn't learn to be more responsible. "What is your PROBLEM?! Do you want the kids to get lung cancer?! Do YOU want lung cancer?!"

Honestly... some people were just so stupid.

The fourteen-year-old bit her lip. "You brought Catherine into yours, that one was YOUR fault," she told him. He could have just as easily left her in that alley. "But you should at least realize what you NEED to do and do it. Taking care of those kids is what you need to do, and smoking isn't going to help them."

It probably wouldn't do anything to Catherine, since she was a vampire, but to the human child it probably would. And, well, she didn't exactly want Cordelia mad again.