Cat had expected some sort of sound, a yell perhaps, or a attempt to struggle from this boy. Instead, he just stiffened in obvious fear before going limp. Was he playing dead in hopes Cat wouldn't kill him or something? Gingerly, his left hand moved away from the shoulder to grip the captured face of this glasses wearing boy. Fingers lightly gripping the chin to shift it more to his direction in examination. It appeared this boy was either dead or sleeping. The tall man estimated that he simply fainted for whatever reason. Quite a silly move to do in front of a killer, alone in the attic and having every bit of opportunity to do something without terrified screaming.

But it seems the emotion fear varied the reaction depending on the person. It wasn't exactly a logical reaction most of the time really. Course Cat didn't really understand such illogical reactions, since situations like this got someone in trouble. One is rape, the other death. Despite the enticing opportunity, Cat simply pressed two fingers to the boy's neck, checking to make sure he wasn't exactly dead.

It seemed the dork wasn't, and simply confirmed Cat's suspicion. 

With that, the tall man started to lightly poke the fainted boy's cheek with his left index finger boredly. After a few unsuccessful pokes, his finger curved over the glasses wearing boy's right ear. He wasn't exactly trying to wake him up, if he did then whatever, but he somehow found it amusing to simply poke at his boy. Perhaps find a weak spot. Everyone had one. Well, minus the more obvious one which he wouldn't bother with.

[b]"....You're going to get yourself killed with that way of thinking."[/b] he murmured quietly at the odd response to the last question he gave. Having not really expecting such a positive answer.

After a few minutes of poking or mild rubbing, the tall man gave a gruff shrug, his fingers tracing up to the boy's face and gingerly gripping the glasses. Slipping them off, he started to examine the eyewear, curiously slipping them on his own face and narrowing as his vision changed a bit. 

Just then, Dog busted in with a cheerful call, [b]"Biiiiig Brother I got some fooooood~!"[/b] The dirty blonde cheered with two plates in either hand and a couple of books under her right arm.

Her happy expression instantly froze at the sight before her. What she saw was a limp body whom her brother was pretty much pinning against him, and was now wearing their guest's glasses. It took a few minutes to process this information before her jaw dropped and her rusty colored eyes widened. Just about dropping everything in her arms, she quickly set the plates down on the floor before waving her arms wildly.

[b]"Cat! I liked that one! Man what are we going to do?! I thought for sure you wouldn't do that to him! Ugh oh for fuck... What did you do?!"[/b] Dog said roughly as she started pacing in circles in a panic while her twin watched her with his same neutral expression.

[b]"....He died.... Figuratively."[/b] Cat answered calmly.

[b]"He died?! How did he die?!"[/b] Dog asked, obviously having no idea what figuratively meant.

Cat rolled his blue eyes a bit before looking away as he took of the pair of glasses. [b]"He just fainted."[/b] he answered as he folded the glasses gingerly before placing them on a box.

Pausing a little at this new information, Dog gave a sigh of relief, glad that Cat at least didn't kill the poor boy before crossing her arms and glaring at him, pointing a accusing finger at him.

[b]"Okay then, how did that happen and why is he in your arms like that?"[/b] Dog questioned.

[b]"I hugged him, he fainted. I was cold."[/b] the taller twin stated bluntly before closing his eyes, his left hand returning to its same position as before, almost looking the tall man was just going to go to sleep like that.

Dog face palmed and rubbed her fingers against her temples. [b]"No wonder he fainted! You don't just go hugging people! They'll think you'll break their neck or something! And if you were cold, why didn't you just use that old blanket we found?"[/b] She barked, sounding much similar to one of those toy little dogs yapping and complaining about something.

Cat didn't move from his position, seeming having no intent on moving any further. [b]"That blanket has been chewed through by moths, is covered in spiders, and isn't all that warm. This was the closest source of heat. Also, you said hugs were a good thing for people. I saw no need to question it. Logically it keeps us both warm and should emotionally feel satisfying."[/b] he answered in a calm cool voice.

Dog growled, rubbing her head and ruffling her messy hair. [b]"Knowing you, you didn't exactly state your reason and just did it. That freaks people out man! Plus if a guy faints like that your not suppose to keep hugging him like that! I'm here now so switch!"[/b] she barked a demand, holding out her arms like some spoiled lapdog expecting its daily attention.

Cracking a eye open to glance as his twin, he closed it once again. [b]"No."[/b] he simply stated.

[b]"W-What?! Why the hell not?!"[/b] Dog stuttered, dumbfounded, before pouting and making a sad puppy dog face, seeming hurt from the lack of attention from her twin.

[b]"You whine and complain and tend to end up laying on top of me. He's a quiet pillow."[/b] the taller twin simply stated.

[b]"He's not some body pillow!"[/b] Dog scolded before sighing and walking closer, kneeling down to examine the fainted boy. He did otherwise seem fine, Cat at least hadn't harmed him in any shape or form. Well maybe scar the kid for life but otherwise fine.

[b]"Anyway, can I see that map you were looking at?"[/b] Dog asked, looking at her brother who was now simply ignoring her.

Dog puffed out her cheeks and let a loud whine, poking at him before grumbling as she started going around the room in a effort to find where Cat put it. Obviously, he didn't feel the need to assist the people downstairs. Most of them he'd probably of shot on the spot or something. Ash was defiantly one Cat would have no problem in killing instantly if she made even one wrong move. Those type of people were usually the ones more interesting to kill apparently.

Finally, she found the map by the window and picked it up with a victorious cheer. Before looking back at her brother, trying to figure out how to exactly pry the large man off and wake up the smaller boy. With a sigh, she knelt down beside them, staring at the weird mechanic contraption before gently poking the fainted boy's cheek and shaking his shoulder. In some attempt to wake him up.

[b]"Hey buddy! Wake up! This is no time to be sleeping! If you don't wake up I'm going to steal your assigned bed! And a scrawny boy like you probably would get a serious cold sleeping up here."[/b] Dog said, as if her little threat would wake the fainted boy.