"You okay?" A soft voice called out to him. Oki looked over. She had been standing over him this whole time. "No," he replied honestly. "That sucked."

 Oki pulled himself off the ground, "What did you just do?" He asked. 

Vanille reached over, gently hovering her hand over Oki's head. She let the smoke rain down on him, and instantly his head felt much better. 

"You're home. We used a little magic to get you home quickly. You have school tomorrow, and it's way past the time to be home, isn't it?" She asked. 

Vanille looked around the small studio apartment. It was...an apartment to live in. The stuff looked inexpensive and probably picked up secondhand. Oki seemed like the type not to need much. The TV was small, and connected to it was a box she didn't recognize. 

"At least you have furniture." She said slowly. 

Oki sat on his couch, staring as she took in the apartment. He was in complete disbelief. He thought these twins were either a figment of his imagination or total freaks. But they used magic. 

He looked around the room, "And your brother? Where is he?" 

"Oh, he went off to grab a few things. He'll be back! Why? Miss him already?" She asked. 

Vanille shrunk back at the look he gave her, so she laughed it off, "I'm kidding! I'm just kidding." She levitated herself off of the ground. They both sat in still silence. "...So, how are you, Oki?" She asked. 

"I don't remember telling you my name." He grabbed the remote. 

"You didn't have to. We already knew." She said, messing with some smoke that came from her hands. Oki raised a brow and gave her a pointed look. She must have realized how odd that sounded too late. 

She shook her head, "No! Remember? We're your guardians. Of course, we already knew." She lowered herself onto the couch. "(&*@^!(, 'Oki' &*%$". Born to Theresa and Lewis. You don't live with them anymore." 

Oki watched as he played with the curls in her hair. 

"You can't express yourself. Like at all, you get into all sorts of trouble through no fault. You're good at it.  You work at a Vietnamese restaurant. You make some money, but you're also going to school. You have no friends." she relays.

Oki wondered if he should tune her out. Vanille looked over at him and gave him a soft smile. "I also know you're a good guy. My brother and I both do." 

Oki turned the TV on to some random channel. He had a bed, but he felt like his uninvited guests were here to say. They could have it. "If you're staying, you can have the bed." He disregarded her last comment. Vanille spun her head to face him, "Are you for real? Boy, no." She laughed.

"First of all, it's your bed! My brother and I don't need a bed." She said. "Any energy we need, we take at night. So we don't need to sleep ever." She leaned against the cushion of the sofa. She looked up at the dirty ceiling, "So thank you, Oki...But we don't need it."

The noise from the TV caught her attention. She looked toward the TV, watching some talk show about horrible family drama. She scoffed and pointed at the screen, "Looks stupid. How can humans watch this kind of trash?" She huffed. 

Despite her words, Vanille's eyes were glued to the screen. Oki stood up, choosing to get as much sleep as he could. "Then I'm going to sleep. Hopefully, you were some hallucination or something." He says, walking toward his bed. He heard a scoff as he walked away from the couch. 

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" He turned to her and found she had gotten closer to the TV screen. Much closer, her face was almost touching it. He ignored her again. He went to lay his head down on the pillow, mulling over the events that occurred in just one day. he was surprisingly calm after everything. Oki boiled it down to the shock of having his head slammed into a wall. 

Oh well. He would figure that out in the morning.