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Noah looked down at the little tyke who was reaching out to be held up. At first, Noah was confused. "Pwane?" He muttered trying to register the tot talk. Not a second later did his mind translate the words and slap himself on the forehead. "Oh! Plane. Right. Sure." The boy then scooped the little tyke under his arms and began to run around again, this time using the big toy equipment as obstacle course. After running for few minutes non-stop, Noah stopped at the swing set where Kammy was swinging happily.

Noah sat himself down on the swing next to Kammy. He set Finn down on the ground. As much as the boy didn't want to disappoint the little tot, he needed to breathe. "Give me a minute Finn. I just need to catch my breathe for a second." Kammy then looked up to Noah and asked who he was. That was right. The family hadn't exactly properly introduced them all. Perhaps when Pierre decided to come home and take the reigns, provided he didn't grill Noah for whatever arbitrary reason he could think of."I'm Noah. You're new brother." He explained. The youth leaned over in the swing set chair. His jacket hung open just a little, but a glint of the metal revolver in his pocket shined as the weight brought it to hang outward.

Noah chuckled lightly when Kammy asked who Trixie was and she too was a witch. "Yeah. Trixie is a witch. She knows a lot of neat stuff." He said looking at his rune covered hand. The markings were etched into his skin from the mid section of his forearm all the way to rest of his hand. From what seemed like nowhere, Kammy asked about the object in Noah's jacket. The boy's face went white the little girl had spotted the shine of his revolver. Noah's heart raced as he tried to think of a way out. But there was no way out, was there? Children at that were always curious. So curious that they would seek out what they wanted to know relentlessly. Noah reached into his jacket slowly and pulled out the nickel plated revolver. It was a .45 caliber Single Action Army otherwise known as a Peacemaker, just the name was etched onto the side of barrel.

"They're still very dangerous." Noah said in reply to Kammy. "Guns can still hurt people, not that they should be. Using a weapon to harm isn't right." He said spinning the cylinder of the revolver clockwise. "But this is a Peacemaker. It's for keeping justice where it belongs." The ex-ruffian spun the old western gun on his finger a few times before putting it back in his jacket. He really needed to get a holster for that. The metal gun jingled as it slipped back into his pocket along with the bullets that were with it before. Noah apparently forgot to put them back in. Perhaps it was better not being loaded. What if one the kids found it by accident. Noah would be in a whole heap of trouble. He then looked to Kammy and Finn. "Don't tell your dad about this, alright?" Noah said looking to both of them and standing up from the swing. "Promise?"

Upon being told that Jasmine probably already knew about him having a gun, Noah grimaced. If she knew, then Pierre probably knew as well. And if he knew, he'd probably confront Noah directly and reprimand him God knows what. To change the subject, Noah decided to at least make light the situation. "So, if mommy knows everything, then she when one of you steals a cookie from the cookie jar, huh?" Noah laughed as he waited for of them to have a scared expression on their faces. It wasn't like he was threatening the children. He'd never do such a thing.

As soon as Noah heard a familiar voice, he swift jerked his head to the sound. He saw Rose walking towards him and the kids. the second oldest Vega explained to him how Jasmine seemed to know everything that went on in the house. Nothing got past her and it was quite bothersome living with it all the time. But that wasn't what bothered Noah. What bothered him was how Rose was wording her sentences. She talked go out at night making out with cute boys. Call him think, but Noah could sense what she getting at in very slight ways. The ex-delinquent looked at with a screwed look, questioning what she was getting at. "Are you hitting on me?" He asked bluntly, unsure if she was just teasing. The very thought made the boy blush and almost fall over in his seat. She was kind of a hard person to read, and Noah wasn't the best when dealing with women.

This was new. The mighty Dragon of Wusha Street was reduced to a cowering little boy. Noah was at the mercy of Rose. His heart was beating in his chest so loudly, it felt like it was going to burst out. Rose's lips were so close to his face, Noah could see the plump and pillowy softness with his eyes. Her breath was warm as it brushed against his skin. Her body was practically touching him. All of this was too much for him. Noah had to get away. In his mind, there were little messengers who screaming, "RED ALERT! We have a hot sexy woman flirting in the vicinity. Evacuate immediately! I repeat, evacuate immediately! This is not a drill! GO GO GO!!!" In a panic, the boy evaporated and reappeared inside a nearby jungle gym. It like was a caged tiger hiding from its pursuer. Noah held onto the bars like they were his last line of defense against Rose and femme fatale ways.