Cat watched as Dog attempted to wake the sleeping boy before he looked at the wires again, setting the boy to simply rest on his lap as his fingers removed the tangled fingers of the techy boy's from the wired mess. His eyes narrowing as he looked at the wires, his mind puzzling over this contraption before connecting some wires together in a some correct manner.

That was, until he heard thunderous footsteps storm up the stairs, most likely someone bolting. Immiedietly, his cold blue eyes narrowed and flashed to the attic door. Watching for any sign of movement and listening to the footsteps. Not moments later, one of the women stormed into the room. By memory, she was this this boy's companion, and not as docile. Interesting. By the look on her face, he just may get blood. Watching the horror stretched across her face before the look of pure rage.

So the logical thing occurred when ones emotions took over, she through a punch at him. A horrible move, it was predictable. People who get taken by these emotions were readable fighters. But a fighter was a fighter, and he was more than ready to rip that pretty little jaw from her face. By the looks of her, she had some sort of athletic required job in her life. Which made her a hard hitter, just meant more of a challenge and thrill to him.

His right hand flashed to catch the fist coming at him, his grasp hard and like a bear trap. He made to twist it harshly to strike a uncomfortable pain within the opponent before his left hand clenched into a fist and striked out to aim for the raven haired woman's skull. A deadly blow with his metal knuckles still under his gloves .

However, before he could revel in the scent of rust, Dog quickly grabbed her twin's wrist, trying her best to restrain him from punching. His movements held no hesitation and was as calm as ever, but he was ready to kill and his blood boiled for it. Course Dog was going to attempt to not have blood shed.

Hand to hand combat against Cat would surely get this girl killed. He was a master at it, and not too many people have the years of practice he has. That and he was a natural fighter, must come with the psychopath mind set or something.

The smaller twin pushed against the girl's shoulder before standing between the two. Her hand still shaking as she tried to hold her brother's hand back. [b]"Whoa whoa whoa! It's alright your buddy isn't dead! He just fainted because a certain someone surprised him!"[/b] Dog yipped in a bit of a higher panicked voice before shooting a glare toward her twin, whom still was watching this new arrival and was mostly ignoring Dog.

Grumbling, Dog looked at the raven haired woman before prying Cat's fingers from her fist, much to his displeasure. Still the dirty brown haired twin, gave a nervous smile as she slightly let go of both of them and raised her hands up, both in a surrendering way and ready to grab anymore flying punches.

Dog glanced toward Cat with narrowed rusty eyes. [b]"Cat please get away from him or something. This is what happens when people walk in to see something like this. They think you killed him somehow."[/b] she barked a order at him.

Blinking slowly he only brushed a few fingers through the boy's hair, though his eyes were still focused on the woman. As though to silently antagonize her through touching her companion.

Dog face palmed as he just ignored her. [b]"I swear the dork is fine! He's still breathing and surprisingly doesn't even have a cut or anything! He may have had a possible panic attack but otherwise he's alive! Cat come on quit picking a fight and give him here!"[/b] she growled as she bent down to pick up the sleeping boy. 

Cat gripped onto the boy's leg and shoulder, eyes narrowed in somewhat of dissatisfaction and the loss of the warmth. It almost looked like the twins were playing a game of tug of war, since the tall man basically had a vice grip on the sleeping boy and Dog was trying to get the poor guy away from her psycho twin.

[b]"....Cold."[/b] Cat stated simply as he finally managed to glance at his twin.

With a sigh , Dog tried to think of something quickly. [b]"I know I know but pleeeeeeease let him go. I'll go get a rat for you to kill or something or maybe a bug. Maybe find a blanket. But for the love of god let him go. Why the hell do you even want him anyway?"[/b] she asked.

A few moments passed before another blunt statement was uttered. [b]"Warm."[/b] Cat said before giving a disapproving grunt, his fingers releasing their hold. The chill returning and the craving clawing his insides. 

Dog sighed in relief as her brother finally released his apparent caught prey before picking up the boy bridal style and just about held him out to the woman almost like a peace offering. [b]"See? He's just sleeping."[/b] she chirped with a nervous smile.