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Post by Tyler Owens on Apr 18, 2011 9:36:45 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]2:34 a.m. Nooks & Crannies of Hawthorne[/glow] The way that the moonlight shined down on the glistening wet streets of Hawthorne, a couple of things could be estimated. One, the town had just fallen victim to darkness. The sun was gone, the moon was high, the stars were tiny white dots in the sky, and most of the lights in shops and houses were shut off for bedtime. Two, it had just rained. There were puddles on sidewalks and the gutters were alive with the sound of running water as it drizzled down into the sewers. Three, almost everyone in town was asleep. But not Tyler Owens.
He thought of it as his job to explore the town, look into every nook and cranny, glance down every alley, and investigate every shadow. His glowing green watch read 2:34 a.m. It was late, but his parents didn't mind that he was out and about, they never had in the past either. He was as free as a bird. Which is another reason he had a pack of cigerettes in his back pocket and a lighter in the other. Being free had its perks.
While walking into the dark depths of the alleys, he took one out and lit it, taking a deep breath and holding it between two fingers as he slipped his lighter back into his pocket. The darkness of the night gave him something he enjoyed- solitude. Or at least, he thought he had solitude. Until he heard a rustling from within an alley, making him stop and drop his cigerette on the ground. Tyler stomped on it to put the light out, muttering a quiet curse about how it was a waste of money, but then looked back up, determined to find the source of the noise.
"Hello?" He took a step forward into the alley, squinting his eyes to see. "Is anyone there?"
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Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 18, 2011 10:09:07 GMT -5
Aubrey was a creature of the night. It was always like that. It would always be like that. He hated the sun. He despised it with all his being, which is probably why he spent most of his life in the dark. He didn’t like when people interfered with his life in the dark though. He didn’t enjoy when people stepped all over every single thing he did. He had made a life for himself, and when people tried to destroy it…when anybody tried to get rid of it…that was when he got angry, and Aubrey didn’t get angry often. He liked his life in the alleys. He liked it very much. No one ever bothered him, no one ever had any beef with him; until now, that was. You see, the boy had stumbled upon two other Stray NEKO trying to mess with his living quarters and take whatever belongings he had left there. The boy had never actually…confronted anyone about it, but he figured this time…this time he had to. This time was different.
And so with hate fueling him, he took a step forward and spoke up to the other NEKO. There was a brief pause before they both turned around and looked at the smaller feline boy. They grinned, and began to step forward towards him. Now, Aubrey knew two things were bound to happen here; he would be attacked, or, they would leave. It was just his luck though, when suddenly both NEKO vanished from his site. His breath caught in the back of his neck, but before he could even blink there was a claw flying at him. He stumbled backwards just in time, before he saw the larger NEKO coming at him from above. He moved back, letting his palms hit the floor as he flew into a backhand spring, kicking the other feline directly in the jaw, causing a growl to erupt from him. Before the boy had even a chance to steady himself though, a tail was wrapped around him, and he was thrown abruptly from his spot and into a wall.
Aubrey felt his eyes widen a shrill scream escape from him as a claw was drilled into his side, the larger NEKO grinning down as he sat above him. Aubrey, however, was not a pushover when it came to survival. He let his foot move up and press to the animal’s chest before shoving it away. A deep pain riddled through his side as he tried to get up, but ended up sliding down the wall and onto the ground. He knew it was now or never; and so he took a chance. He let his right hand stroll up as both NEKO stood within ten feet of him. He let all his hate and anger muster into his hand, before a violent purple and black light ripped through the air, black streaks falling down towards the earth as the gravity was intensified, and both other NEKO were sent crashing into the ground beneath them with loud pleading noises. Aubrey let his hand fall down after a moment, and then a minute or two passed. Everything was quiet except for the small dripping of Aubrey’s blood leaking onto the pavement next to him.
It must have been about two or three minutes before his ears picked up on someone else entering the Alley. He grunted small as the person asked who was there. He needed help. He knew he was going to die here if he didn’t do something. Once more, his right hand moved shakily up, and he gently intensified gravity by a lamp post, and soon the light began to flicker before finally turning on. The boy sat there against the wall, blood leaking through his clothing and his side, tail seeming dead at his side and lying aimlessly on the floor. His emerald orbs gently strolled up to meet that of the boy’s, before he let out a small plea before going silent again; defeated by life itself.
“H-help…p-please…” [/size]
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Post by Tyler Owens on Apr 18, 2011 10:37:21 GMT -5
Tyler figured that it was some stray animal digging for food in the dumpster, or possibly even a NEKO. He would feel bad, considering that he didn't like the fact NEKO had to fend for themselves if they were lucky enough to be on the street. Digging in dumpsters wasn't the cleanest, most pleasant experience, and anything that had to do it for a living earned his pity. Frowning, he listened again for the rustle of noise, but there was nothing, just silence.
When he was finally about to give up and turn around, there was a flicking sound and the dim streetlight on the corner turned on, illuminating the dark, mysterious alley. At first, Tyler looked from side to side to see if someone was there, but he saw nothing. Until he heard a meek little voice call to him. It was quiet and hardly audible, but he was certain what he heard. Someone, or something, was calling for help.
The teenage boy hurried down the alley to the source of the noise, bending down next to the boy that was huddled against the alley wall. Perhaps it was a normal human boy, he didn't seem small enough to be a NEKO, but it was dim and he could hardly tell. The smell of rust came over him and he realized suddenly that the boy in front of him was bleeding profusely. Tyler crouched down until he was to eye-level with him and put his hand gently on the boy's shoulder. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." he said in the softest voice that he could, not wanting to startle the poor kid. The light was still very dim, and it was hard to see where he was bleeding, but he was certain that he was. "Don't worry, you'll be okay."
Tyler noticed the boy's tail laying limply beside them, and his cat ears were ruffled up on his head. The boy was definately a NEKO, which made Tyler want to help him even more. No NEKO deserved to feel hurt like that. What a sick world they lived in.
Gently, Tyler put his hands behind the boy's back and pulled him closer, feeling the warm blood soak his arm as he did so. It seemed like he was bleeding worse than he thought from a wound on his side, but Tyler was determined to help. "It's okay little guy." Luckily he knew how to deal with large amounts of blood. Still holding the NEKO boy close to him, he peeled the boy's shirt over his head and let it drop to the ground. The poor thing's torso was drenched in blood from a deep cut on his side and multiple smaller scratches. It seemed to look like he had been attacked by another animal or NEKO. "It's a dog eat dog world out here, huh?" Tyler stood up with the half-naked boy in his arms, carrying him out of the alley. He knew he had to help the boy, and he was determined to do so.
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Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 18, 2011 11:26:46 GMT -5
Aubrey knew what it was like to feel pain. He knew what it was like to feel like you were dying, slipping away as the seconds trailed by. It was a feeling he knew very well, and it was a feeling he never wanted to experience. But right now, as he sat there, bleeding; he sat there dying as well. He could feel the blood soaking through his clothing, and he could feel the wound aching in his side. Though, there was a small flicker of hope in his mind. There was the boy. There was that tiny little boy at the end of the alley, and he was his only hope. He was the only one left to help him, though he doubted he would. Humans weren’t exactly the kindest things on the planet, and Aubrey was all too familiar with that. He knew that Humans tried to torture and hurt NEKO like himself at every chance they got, which was probably why his body began to shake and quake as the boy approached him through the alley. He felt his muscles tighten dramatically as the boy approached, but then he was leaning down. Aubrey let his warm hazel orbs focus on the boys eyes, pleading with him; he didn’t want to hurt anymore.
But the boy spoke in a soft tone. He was speaking with…with kind words…but why? Aubrey knew that humans didn’t like NEKO, so what was this kid doing? What was going on? Was he going to use Aubrey…? The boy felt his muscles began to quiver as all the possible worst scenarios began racing through his mind. He felt his eyes widen as the boy gently put his arms around Aubrey, and then…then his shirt was being lifted off? Oh no. No that was not good. The boy had bruises. Scars. He had them all over, but that wasn’t what was bothering him. He had heard of Humans that kept NEKO as…pleasure, slaves. He knew that he would never allow that to happen. Aubrey was prepared to end his own life it came down to that, because he would never, ever do that. He would never let himself be used in such a vile, grotesque manner. This was probably why he felt a natural instinct to claw and rake at the boy’s untouched face when he was brought up into his arms. A small, light blush lit up his face despite the fact. There was something…nagging at him though, in the back of his mind. He watched as the boy brought him towards the end of the alley, when suddenly he noticed it. There was only one NEKO lying on the ground. His eyes began to move furiously through the area, his senses working in over drive as he began to search, hunt down the other NEKO.
And that was when he found him. The grotesque smell of metal was whirling through the air, and so was the NEKO. He let his hazel orbs focus on a blur moving behind them, racing at them with a vicious intent. Aubrey felt his eyes widen before he nearly threw himself out of the boy’s arm. This boy was showing him kindness. There was no chance in hell he would allow him to be hurt. He put his right hand out as his left clamped around his wrist. His eyes began to illuminate a purple color before the same black light ripped through the entire alley, gravity intensifying to the point of exhaustion. The NEKO was thrown- plummeted into the ground, but something was wrong. The smell of metal was still clear in the air. That was when Aubrey saw it.
The switchblade. It wasn’t in the ground; it was in Aubrey. The NEKO had thrown it before being pushed into the ground, and it landed directly within the boy’s left shoulder. Exhaustion finally taking over his body and muscles, he fell to his knees, eyes closing as he did. He whispered out an apology to the human behind him, before his face made abrupt contact with the ground, blood leaking out from his small feline body.
Now, Aubrey knew he was dying.
Now, he knew there would be no tomorrow. [/size] OOC: You can just time skip since Aubrey is passed out ^-^
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Post by Tyler Owens on Apr 18, 2011 11:51:23 GMT -5
He silently hoped that the boy wouldn't thrust himself free, he knew that NEKO had to defend themselves with everything they had but he prayed that this NEKO would just relax and let him help. He was injured, bleeding, probably dying, and Tyler was his only hope. There was no way that he was just going to let him bleed to death in an alley and walk away. No, he planned to take the boy home. Bathe him, because he was covered in blood and dirt, feed him, because he was scrawny and looked like he hadn't eaten in days, and let him rest, because that's what the boy needed most right now. Of course his parents wouldn't let him keep another NEKO, and he didn't want to, but that didn't mean he couldn't nuture one back to health.
Just when he got to the edge of the alley, the NEKO boy leapt out of his arms and jumped in the way as another NEKO appeared out of his peripheral vision. This one was a bit larger, and looked better fed and stronger. Most of all, it looked angry and violent. NEKO were extremely defendant of their territory, perhaps they had intruded on this one's stomping grounds? That would explain the hurt boy's injuries. Everything happened in a blur as his small companion got into a short brawl with the NEKO. The bigger of the two was slammed backwords into the ground, but not before the smaller one was pierced with a knife. A switchblade, to be exact.
The other NEKO looked like it was out cold, so Tyler figured it was safe to approach the small one that he had attempted to help- and was failing at it. He could see the switchblade gauged deep into his shoulder. Now he knew for sure that he had to do something, and fast, or this boy was going to die.
The only identification he could find on him was a little tattoo that said "D3958", so he supposed that's what he would call him for now. "Alright little guy." He picked him up again and noticed that he was unconsious this time, and the blood was dripping down his bare shoulder and mixing with the side wound that he had obtained. Tyler would have helped the other NEKO too, but D3958 was his main priority at the moment. Quickly, he wrapped him in the warmth of his hoodie and began to run back towards his home.
It had begun to drizzle.
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When he got home he ran in the back door that led to the kitchen. It was dark inside since his mother was fast asleep upstairs, and she wouldn't hear anything because of her reruns of her soap opera playing loudly on her TV anyway. His father was out of the country for work, leaving him on his own to take care of D3958. He rested the boy on the dining room table and ran to the kitchen sink, grabbing a towel and soaking it with water as well as a handful of ice.
Tyler layed D3958 on his back and unwrapped him from the hoodie, inspecting the switchblade in his shoulder. It was wedged in tightly, but he could get it out. After wiping away some of the blood from his shoulder, he grabbed the knife in his fist and yanked it out with a fast motion. Blood splattered out across the table and Tyler's arm, and he dropped the knife on the floor while pressing the cool damp towel to the stab site. "You're going to be okay..." At least the hard part was over with.
While waiting for the blood to stop, he got a first aid kit out of beneath the kitchen counter and got a needle and thread. He steralized the needle with his lighter and started to stitch up the stab wound. It didn't take many stitches to finish up, but then he had to work on the claw wounds on his side, which would take more stitches and more time. He just prayed that the boy would be okay.
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Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 18, 2011 12:10:33 GMT -5
Everything was a blur to Aubrey. It had always been like this, so now was not very different in any way. He could feel the blade digging deep into his shoulder before the same comforting darkness passed over his eyes once more. Aubrey was acquainted with this darkness though. It was one of his friends, really. Darkness was always there when Aubrey needed it. It was always the one thing in his life that was constant, and was the only thing that kept him alive. It was odd, really. So many people were afraid of the darkness and the things that hid within it, but they weren’t so bad. Aubrey was the monster that essentially everyone was scared of. He was the thing that sat in the dark, not because he was waiting for someone to come in so he could take them and do god knows what with them; but because darkness was the safest. In the dark, no one could find you. In the dark, no one could run tests on you and do all those funky things they did in the mill. He was petrified of the light, and it was partially understandable; he was a shadow NEKO after all, but he didn’t think the light would be as threatening as it was to him. Light meant open. Open mean vulnerable. Vulnerable meant death, and Aubrey was not up for death; oh no, he was determined to live.
This was probably why he was so grateful the boy took him in. This is probably why he defended him in the first place, because he knew this boy was his last chance at surviving. He couldn’t really do much at the moment, but he was still conscious. He could still hear the boy running back and forth, grabbing medical kits and whatever else was needed to heal the small NEKO. He heard a lighter, and instinctively he flinched with unconsciousness. The noise of lighters and fire was one any NEKO, unless have the mutation of fire, was fond of. Fire was something that scared Aubrey. It was something he didn’t ever want to be near, but he knew that sometimes it was necessary for certain things. Such as sterilization. He knew fire killed germs better than anything else probably could, which was why he figured the boy was using it. But then, then there were questions. What was he doing? Why did he need fire? Was he going to hurt him? What was happening? Then there was a pain. A sharp, burning sensation in his shoulder. He didn’t feel the knife as it left his body, he was too numb; but the burning and stinging was evident. His eyes opened half way and everything was blurry. His mouth opened, exposing the feline teeth in the front; they were sharp and almost seemed like they would hurt from just sitting in your mouth. A small, purring-whine left the boys mouth as his breath hitched in the back of his throat.
This was new to him. This type of pain was different from anything else he could remember experiencing. He let his claws gently dig into the dining room table for a moment, before finally he was jolted out of the rest of his unconsciousness. His eyes opened fully, his hazel orbs focusing on the light above him. His ears fluffed up and his tails peeked out and moved around his waist. His furry tail gently dabbed at the wound on his side, and then the blood was brought up to his nose. It was his own blood, and he could tell by the smell of it. He hissed lightly before letting his tail retract to his back. His eyes moved up to look at the other boy for a moment, and when he tried to bring himself to a sitting position there was a shooting pain through his figure, causing a louder hiss to slip through his lips before he moved back against the table, chest heaving. He began to speak up in a small, shaken voice.
“W-what…h-happened…? W-who…are y-you…?” His eyes dared to the boy from the side once more, mouth still hanging open with fangs exposed.
This night was turning out to be one of very interesting substance. [/size]
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Post by Tyler Owens on Apr 18, 2011 12:24:27 GMT -5
Stitching a wound was a risky operation, but Tyler knew what he was doing. He had stitched up his own hand when he had gotten cut with a knife a few months back. It was perfectly healed now, but he was glad that he had that experience, because now he knew how to take care of D3958's wounds. Hospitals wouldn't treat NEKO, he knew that for a fact. The only way to get medical treatment for the beings was taking them to the veterinary clinic at the mill downtown, and he had a feeling that this boy wouldn't want that. It was unnecessary anyway, considering he had all the medical attention he needed right here.
When he was almost finished stitching up his side, he realized that the boy's bright eyes were open again, staring up at him fearfully. Tyler pulled his hands back, pausing and letting him adjust to his surroundings. He didn't want to scare him more than he already had been. The NEKO was touching around with his tail and looking up with big eyes. Tyler examined him while he did so. There was a little piercing in his ear- his cat ear- and his tiny cat-like teeth poked out from his mouth when he parted his lips. He wasn't afraid of being bitten or scratched by him though. It was cute, like a newborn kitten in boy form.
When D3958 spoke, his voice was tiny and shaky, just like Tyler imagined it would be. It was the same voice he had used back in the alley before he had been stabbed. As D3958 tried to sit up, Tyler had no choice but to reach out and put his hand on the boy's shoulder- his unhurt shoulder- and laid him back down gently on his back. "Hold still, I'm almost done." He would answer as many of the boy's questions as he wanted, but not now. Gently he began to stitch his side wound again, until there was a neat row of black stitches criss crossing down his side to the edge of his boxers that stuck out just a little bit over his pants. "There you go." Tyler may have been pushing it, but he reached forward and patted D3958's head softly with the palm of his hand, reassuringly. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm going to take care of you until you're all better, little guy." Hoping that D3958 would believe him, he pulled his hand back and put away the medical supplies. "You can sit up now, but be very careful, and don't move too fast."
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Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 18, 2011 12:49:23 GMT -5
Aubrey was not used to kindness at all. The act of someone being kind and gentle with him was so foreign, so odd; it was just hard to even believe it could happen. He couldn’t help but shake slightly as the boy continued to stitch him; though he knew it was out of good intention, it was still difficult to deal with the pain. Aubrey had dealt with a lot of emotional pain, but physical? He had the most trouble with that, but lucky his gift gave him a little plus. Without gravity tugging at wounds and stitches, it made it easier for Aubrey to withstand the pain, and therefore made it easier for him to function with wounds such as this. He let a small sigh creep out his lips before listening to the boy again. Aubrey felt his eyes widen slightly when the boy gently pat him on the head, but…but it was gentle. Aubrey had never felt…care…before, and therefore it was…slightly shocking to him, that a human was capable of it. Of all beings, he figured the boy would have left him there to rot in the alley…but he guessed this boy was different, though he was sure something must have happened to him in the past to make him this way. Humans were naturally evil, and this was a fact that Aubrey had come to realize over the years. In order for them to become compassionate and kind, something, usually traumatic, had to happen to them in their past. The boy wouldn’t pry now, but he would love to know what had happened to this boy; what had made him kind.
He kept calling him little guy, and a small giggling made its way through Aubrey. Little guy? He wasn’t that small, or at least he didn’t think so. He spoke up this time, in the same petite voice as before, but now he was steady.
“My name is Aubrey. Thank you.” He gave a small nod before attempting to sit up, but hissing at the pain. Ever so gently, he let his left hand move over the wound as a small light emitted from it, and gravity was taken away from the wound. The boy sighed audibly, visible relief washing onto his face as he finally sat up, using his feline advantages to maneuver off the table with a small sigh. He kept his hand hovering above his wound, frowning down at it. Aubrey had never really gotten into fights before…he had never really had a…battle wound, of sorts. He didn’t like conflict, let alone fighting people? Oh no, Aubrey fought on extreme rarity; even using his powers in front of people was scarce. He didn’t like using them too often; they tended to exhaust his body. He looked over at the table he was on, and his frown deepened from the sight of his own blood splattering on the table.
“I’ll clean that for you.” He nodded small before gently moving into the kitchen and taking a few paper towels and walking back in. He placed the towels where there was no blood. His right hand strolled up as he gently used the force of gravity to remove the blood from the table, gently setting it down to soak into the paper towels. His right eye shut about half way for a moment, fatigue taking a toll on his ability as well. He brought the towels into the kitchen and threw them out. He walked back in front of the boy, his eyes looking tired and dull.
“Thank you for everything. I shall go now.” He gave a timid smile and small nod, gently turning to head for the front door.
He didn’t want to bother the boy more than he already had. [/size]
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Post by Tyler Owens on Apr 18, 2011 13:04:13 GMT -5
Tyler was relieved when the boy sat up on his own, and even crawled off of the table. He seemed like he had regained his balance and strength quickly, or he was at least pushing himself to. He felt a pang of sorrow for the boy. He was so weak looking, and he could see hundreds of scars on his back when he turned away from him. How had he gotten those scars? Did he just recently escape from the mill? Did he have some sort of abusive owner? That wasn't rare to see. But he seemed like he was good at taking care of himself, despite getting into that fight with the rogue NEKO. Was he just on his own?
Aubrey? It was certainly easier to remember than the identification number that all NEKO had on them somewhere. No, Aubrey fit him well. He liked it. "Nice to meet you Aubrey. I'm Tyler." he introduced himself warmly, watching the boy stand and sway awkwardly beside the dining room table.
There was blood splattered on the table and across the floor, but it wasn't a big deal. He didn't expect Aubrey to get the paper towels from the counter and wipe up the mess himself. Tyler wanted to say something to stop him, but figured there was no use. A NEKO would do what a NEKO would do. "Thank you." he said quietly, picking up the switchblade from the floor. It was still covered in blood, so he tossed it into the kitchen sink. When he turned back around, Aubrey was preparing to walk out the door.
"What? Oh hell no, you're not leaving now." Tyler walked over and got in front of him. He really wasn't that much shorter than him, but there was enough of a difference that he had to lean down to get to eye level with him. "You're still covered in dirt and blood. And if you leave now, you're going to rip your stitches." He tried to be as gentle about it as he could, but Aubrey had to realize that Tyler wasn't going to just let him go like that. "I promise you can leave as soon as I get you fixed up, but not until then."
And then Tyler smiled. It was a comforting smile, one that let Aubrey know that he wasn't going to hurt him like so many others had probably done before. The seventeen year old boy put one of his arms under Aubrey's knees and picked him up easily (boy was he light) and held him in the crook of one arm. He took him upstairs slowly while letting him lean against him for support, and set him down on the bathroom tile floor. He was in desperate need for a bath.
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Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 18, 2011 13:20:37 GMT -5
Aubrey was a little surprised; he had to admit, when the boy stood in his way. Didn’t he want Aubrey to leave? Didn’t he want to be rid of such a nuisance at this point? It was slightly confusing to him, but despite it he nodded slowly as the boy talked. He wanted him to stay? But…but why? He was being so kind…and Aubrey didn’t understand this at all. He wasn’t the type of person who usually got kindness from other beings…let alone taken care of. He had always been on his own. For as long as Aubrey can remember he always depended on himself. Food? He got it. Clothing? He made it. Clothing was hard to come by though. He had to either make it himself, which was always more difficult, or steal it. The thing was, stealing made Aubrey feel…feel no less than the NEKO that attacked him in the alley. It made him feel worthless and pretty useless when he had to steal, but sometimes…sometimes you had to do it. Sometimes when your life was at risk, you would do anything to sustain it. It was amazing how much Aubrey could dislike his life sometimes…he yet, he wouldn’t be willing to give it up. He wasn’t really ready to just lay his life down and die like all the other NEKO out there. Oh no, no, Aubrey was different.
He was a little shocked though, when suddenly the boy scooped him up into his arms. A small blush lit up his face once more, before he was being carried. Was the boy taking him to lie down? Maybe to take a nap? A nap sounded nice right now, but he knew it probably wouldn’t happen. Nothing ever really happened the way Aubrey wanted it to, and he just came to accept it as a face. He sighed lightly, nuzzling his way into the crook of the boys’ neck as he was brought upstairs. His eyes were shutting, and he knew if the boy didn’t put him down soon, well, he would just fall asleep there.
Thankfully he was put down…but in a spot that was…kind of odd. He was put onto the bathroom floor, and Aubrey sat there, dazed and confused for a moment. Then it hit him. The boy wanted him to shower. It made sense as he looked down at his grotesque form. He stood up gently, keeping his eyes on his wound as his hand lay over it. He sighed small.
“I apologize. I don’t have spare clothes with me. Could I, maybe uhm, borrow some for now?” He let a frown highlight his features as he asked the boy, blush still evident on his cheeks.
This was turning out to be much more awkward than he imagined. [/size]
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