Faeya woke up outside again. Of course she was kicked out of her own room and forced to sleep on the couch on the porch! Lorenzo just had to walk out of the house wearing a nice shirt and black jeans to mess with her otherwise horrible morning. "Morning, [i]strega[/i]! How was your sleep?" Faeya glared daggers at her half sibling. "Once an annoying italian boy gets out of my face and back to whatever ghetto he came from, It will have been a good sleep." Lorenzo smirked. "Sorry, Strega. Mama is happy with your... stronzo papa." Faeya rolled her eyes, not sure what he called her father but it probably wasn't friendly. She got up and shoved past Lorenzo to go get dressed. Lorenzo chuckled softly, but he had to admit he wanted what she wanted: their parent's divorce.