Ai: Well, they're our caretakers. What we do kinda shocks them. Just wait until you get your memories back, Rayne. THEN watch the look on your guardian's face. *Grins, and munches a cookie* What kind of tea, huh? You never answered me.
Tea is most certainly not tea. And if you chug it like some drunk, there's no way you can appreciate properly. Honestly, absolutely no class around there. -mumblemutter-
Dorsha: Eh, everyone appreciates things in different ways I suppose. And you dare to call me classless? I am hurt, I'll have you know. I have quite a hand at class and finesse, especially when blades are involved.
Ai: *Takes Rayne to the kitchen, and tosses him a small carton of chocolate milk, while getting himself some. Rips off the cap, and takes a drink* So... Impression of your guardian. Decent? Nice? Sexy?