Honestly, such a day merited little description.. It was dull, boring.. He doubted anything could make it worth being awake through- Though the moment he heard the barking of canines he stiffened in place. Surely there were none in his general vicinity–

“Ah-”

The sight of a small feline stole away the worry that had settled into his chest and the blond was swift in picking up the small creature. Cradling it against his chest, the vampir pulled together every bit of courage in his person- And bared his fangs at the canine, hissing aloud with the stomp of his foot. Thankfully he was something to be feared and it fled..

“Well.. That certainly was.. Something..”

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Maybe Quinn shouldn’t say things like this for someone so young. “I wish I could share your belief. But when we grow up, we should learn to think for ourselves. Besides people pass on the wrong belief to other people.” Quinn had little respect for people who were too easily influenced or who didn’t outgrow the influence they’ve got. “But someone should believe the good of the people. I was actually pretty happy to hear you defending humans. You’re a good kid.”

A bright smile brightened Flynn’s expression as he was called a good boy. “ I always believe in the good of people! Noone can be only bad. There is always something good in people, and everyone has the potential to show it! Some are just bad at showing it, that’s what I believe. “ 

“I’m not 100% sure which is the original reason”, Quinn admitted. “But that is one of the causes.” Man nodded in agreement  It was cruel. To think how many cats still had troubles to be adopted because of some old folklore… “Yeah, it’s total bullshit. People kinda suck.”

A light shake of the boys head as response to the last statement of the other. “ I wouldn’t blame the people! They just don’t know it better, they have never learned to look past it. Or rather... they only have learned to look at the fur. People are just easy to influence while they grow up. “

“The color black itself is associated with negative things. And there’s been lots of folklore on black cats. For example in Scottish folklore there’s a fairy known as the Cat Sith, a giant black cat who was believed to have the ability to steal a dead person’s soul before the gods could claim it. But of course I personally find it stupid that people are still superstitious enough to believe there’s anything wrong with black cats.”

“ Huh? I never knew about that folklore! “ Wow, that sounds so interesting! So is that where the whole thing with black cats comes from? How mean, just because some giant cat was supposedly black. “ Me too, I feel bad for all the poor black cats. They have done nothing wrong. They’re just as cuddly as other colours. “

Are you interested in adopting a kitten? Or do you just want to have some good luck in your life? Worry not for Flynn can bring you all the good luck you need! 

Her nose twitched as the other approached and she sat up straighter. Not a human. Didn’t smell like one at least. Weird. Somehow nice at the same time though. Different. Like her.

“Hello…?”

Cerys tilted her head slightly, blond locks falling over her other eye. Why had he approached her? Could he tell she was different too? Or maybe he was just one of those people that came to her cuz she looked ‘fun’. Humans were weird. But then again, this wasn’t a human.”

“There he goes.” 

The small woman watched as the man she gotten her dinner from went on to be rude to yet another person. Then watched as he promptly ran into a light pole. How interesting. And funny. Without another word she sat back, drinking the remains of what she’d taken. Not enough to fill her cup completely, but food was food. 

“He doesn’t even taste that good. Mean people never have yummy blood.”

She shook her head with a sigh, emerald hues drifting back to her now empty glass. That was a problem. Needed to fix it as soon as possible.

The drop of the blood fell into the bowl with liquid and began changing it’s color. “Come here Flynn.” the girl said “I think you would be interested.” and without waiting for the boy, she let a few drops of the blood that were in other bowls in three other cups and as Sieglinde expected, they changed their color too while mixing with the chemical and drawing incomprehensible patterns.

“Hmm" scientist hummed rubbing her finger against her chin. If each blood type under each star gets different color when mixing with liquid, then doesn’t it mean that their consistence is different from each other? The same thing happened with in past, when Sullivan did such experiment for the first time, then when she did it for the second and now – for the third time, it couldn’t be just a confidence.

Pushing the bowls to the side, Sullivan brought out a round machine from one of the closets. Her new creation – a centrifugal machine. It’s a piece of equipment that puts an object in rotation around a fixed axis, applying a potentially strong force perpendicular to the axis of spin. The centrifuge works using the sedimentation principle, where the centripetal acceleration causes denser substances and particles to move outward in the radial direction. At the same time, objects that are less dense are displaced and move to the center. Machine like this one could particle liquids, hopefully it’ll do same with blood. But someone had to spin the machine and oh! Sieglinde has a helper today. "Flynn could you please help me with something?”