Xander was back in the living room, he couldn't sleep. For once, it wasn't nightmares keeping him up, it was the pain in his leg. Holes had been burned in his jeans, the smell of burnt fabric, fur and singed flesh lingered in the room. He sighed as he stared at the blisters on his lower leg and on his knee. He knew that fur probably won't grow back. He chuckled quietly to himself as he recalled a memory of his mother saying how nice his pure white fur looked and how he was going to be so handsome. "Yeah...That turned out pretty well huh?" Instead he was scarred, blistered and burned. He wondered how she'd react, based on how they parted ways, he doubted she'd care very much.
Addison, meanwhile, was concerned. He had not seen Xander all day. He knew where he may be but, he also knew that if he hadn't come looking for him yet, that he may want to be left alone. Maybe I should...Just in case he's not okay. Dumbass seems to get himself in trouble even when it's not necessary. Needs to work on his temper, and stop being such a jerk to everyone else.
(Sounds intriguing, I wouldn't try to force my way in like that but thanks for the warning.)
