Lann was ready to ride his bike off home into the night. He smiled at Emilia before he took his leave, preparing his bike and was about to mount on to the seat before Emilia intervened. She held on to his hand gently. "Wait." Her fingers lathering over his hands, rough from the fight. There were rashes and scratch marks over his knuckles and some of them were bleeding in its slightest. Even so, it still was hurting. Emilia took heart when she held his hand. It was as if he didn't have those marks before. When she touched it, it didn't hurt. From the way she had cleared her throat, and the grateful eyes of hers, it felt as if she wanted to do something to return the favour... "Erm... I..." She looked at her house, then back at Lann. He waited as he too glanced back at her house then back at Emilia, wondering what she had in mind waiting for her to continue speaking. "You're hurt." She stated. Lann's first thought was that it was nothing. What made him think twice was what she said next that surprised him. "My father isn't home yet... If it's alright with you, would you let me patch these up?" It was a brave offer from Emilia, but did she really trusted Lann that much, especially on the day that they just met with one another?

Lann thought over it. No, it can't be that. He needs to get his mind out of the gutter for that matter. She trusted him to go into her house and let her fix his injuries, that's all. It's only their first day too. He can't break trusts like that. But he also thought about how good it would be... Before snapping out o fit again and declaring himself no better than those goons and the students of the burnt down school. Emilia was still holding his hand, waiting for an answer from Lann as she held them. Her eyes begged for him to at least let her do something that can help him but Lann was a little confused about it. "Uhh... Are you sure Emilia? Today is the first time ..."

[i]"Or is it...?"[/i]

"... we met with each other..." He didn't want to deter her of her decision. She wanted to do something that can at least say that she had been helpful. Even though he didn't want to deter her, it was only natural that she would feel in such a way. People tend to think of the things they were introduced to, even though they were told not to think about it. Like the 'don't think about elephants!' and guess what's the first thing that comes up to mind? After he made a fingers crossed decision, he finally replied to Emilia with an answer. "Alright, just to patch my hands, okay?" Lann's smile remained with Emilia's before she finally unlocked the gates of her home. The two walked inside. The moonlight made her entire home looked like it was a goddess's grove. There was a well-maintained garden with flowers of serene colours with a small tree in the middle. She must really love this home.

They arrived at the front door of her house in the middle of the night. Second thoughts came to Lann's mind but he kept them at bay. He didn't want to break the trust between Emilia on their first day. Although something about it makes him feel like he was... Floating. As if he knows that Emilia can take care of him. The doors open and it was dark. Of course, her first reaction would be turning on the lights. Lann waited outside as Emilia entered, feeling along the walls hopinh that her fingers would graze over a button that would brighten up the room with white light. Moments later, she found the switch and flicked it on. Just as she did so, the lights flickered on. Revealing all underneath its white shine. The place was extremely neat and well arranged. It too was practical. The work of a man and a woman altogether at once. "A nice home you have..." Lann removed his shoes and felt the need to at least place them neatly by the shoe rack. He ventured inside and sat down on the sofa with an intrigued expression looking around the house and at every single little thing that he could identify thinking that it was awesome. The TV laid there. A large fifty-inch LED television. It was quite a privilege that she had, compared to Lann's forty-four LCD television. Maybe he should ask his father to get a new one.

He had the temptation to turn it on and just watch whatever was on the TV, just to test out what it feels like to watch a huge TV. Just as he picked up the nearby remote and pressed the power switch, all of the lights suddenly blacked out. From complete clarity to absolute darkness. [i]"Was that my fault?!"[/i] was his first immediate thought. No, it can't be. "Uh, Emilia? Are you okay?" He raised his voice a little so that she could hear. "Where are you?" He removed his phone and turned its torchlight on, quickly brightening the view in front of Lann as he flashed it over the coffee table. He stood up and carefully navigated his way around to the moonlit front door. He looked outside, and the street lights were off. Her neighbour's lights were out too. He wondered if his house also lost power. He quickly made a phone call to his home, but the immediate result was a disconnected tone. It appears that it lost power too. He heard Emilia shouting out something too-- perhaps struggling to get around. Lann took his torchlight with him and tried to look for Emilia in her own house. "Emi?"

He could hear her voice, but cannot determine where she was. Perhaps it was better to just wait then getting lost in darkness? He saw a flicker of light. A white glint of light and immediately assumed that it was Emilia. He hurried over and turned off his own torch so that she wouldn't be blinded. "Ah, there you are. I was getting worried for a moment." He held on to her arm. "The power went out in the neighbourhood. My house too..." He added. "Should we get candles?"