Draco sighed an then wrinkled his nose as Gabriel burped. "oh Gross Gabby!" he complained before smiling at the other. "yeah... your right." he agreed kissing the other's forehead. "lets go to sleep... i'm tired." he muttered softly as he laid down and closed his eyes.
three days later Draco and Gabriel had been moved back to the Circus, which was still the safest possible location in the under ground areas. you did have to go through three sets of vampire and were guards to get down there after all, and the place was crawling with people. Nathaniel was playing nursemaid to Draco and Gabriel, making them soup and bringing them things to keep them entertained and keeping them from having sex and damaging themselves. Tatsuhiro was giving several people lessons in fan, sword, and hand to hand combat, and was in a large room running a room of 'students' through a Kata, or a pattern of movements that was designed to train you to fight, the movements slow and deliberate, and then repeated again a little faster, until the motions where like breathing, and happened on instinct. yes he was a brat, but he was a SKILLED brat. as it was proven when he kicked several of the werewolves asses, mostly Shang-Da and Jamil. they had been most embarrassed. Peter and Simba where constantly in each other's company, both of them learning a lot from each other, Peter learned that monster killing wasn't as fun as it seamed, and Simba was starting to learn how to act like the little boy he was supposed to be.
Jean Claude had recovered, and was heading the man hunt for the Goyles, but they had vanished, and all scent trails ended where the Wizards simply vanished, it was putting the man on edge, and he was snapping and grouchy at everyone but the people who would take his grouchiness seriously, but it was a struggle. "...we have GOT to do something!" Anita growled as she paced back and forth in front of Edward and Micah. "Jean Claude is going to kill something if we don't find those wizard bastards soon..." she admitted scowling a little.