HOHOHO. So, I finally went about making one of these--and it's the first I've done, so I'm new to it but I'm also really excited to finally have a RP/awesome-whatever-else blog up. I feel I needed something where you guys could come and holler at my characters anyway since they're so unknown. ;; SO HERE WE GO: whatever you guys want to do on this entry, do it. <3 I'll reply as soon as possible and have whoever you want to toy with respond as best they can at the same pace. Paragraph style, shout-outs, through pictures or video and music--whatever you want. And even if someone has requested to RP with one character and you wanted the same person/deer, I have absolutely no problem with having two (or ten million) things going on at once with them. But also and lastly know that I'll probably be editing the little biographies down below a lot, so I apologize if this bumps up a lot on your track page. Deer and/or human. Other than that, go go go!
hercules rei gracemore
One of the more outgoing of this pact, Her is a self-declared pirate thanks to a thick and gritty love for the ocean--and more specifically, sailing. But aside from being content with ship terms and sword handling, she's a very down-to-earth being and wants nothing more than to make everyone happy. This can get her in trouble, too, however; she often forgets to look out for herself instead and can/has hurt people in the process. Overall, she's the happiest leader of this little family, bright and eager to find study or whatever else gets her sailor's accent going. Slow to anger or depress yet quick to befriend.
human Around 23. Chin-length, layered, brown hair with smokey eyes the same color. She has bangs going across her forehead in a feathered fashion. Her eyelashes are thick and black almost like a fawn's, and her choice of style is vintage--usually consisting of plentiful jewelry (hoop earrings and an engagement ring! <3) and stripes incorporated in the outfit somewhere. Hates heels and miniskirts, preferring boots and knee-length skirts or jeans.
deer Reindeer pelt, whisper mask, and peacock antlers. More detailed to the eyes is a Greek helmet combining both the last two layers. ( preview) Species-wise, she is a sitka deer, though her height and build is about average to a normal, adult white-tailed deer's.
code casimir kulpa
This Lithuanian is the fireball of the family; he has a attitude all his own that can come off as fun, offending, or oddly both, and this is only when he's sober. He does have a very striking personality, however: he loves nothing more than to talk about things he's educated on (like astronomy and minerals) and likes to share his culture with others. It's worth mentioning, too, that he has control over any type of stone and can summon golems, but he hides this from people he doesn't know. The only give-away are his eyes glowing green when these powers are being used. Lastly, he has an accent.
human Around 17. First and foremost is probably his hair--it's long on the left side and cut short on the right, and the layers are almost always gathered in a pony draped over his shoulder. It's color is a deep magenta and his eyes are a complimenting olive; that, and his skin has a bit of a bronze touch to it. He's on the shorter side around 5'5" but his street style clothing makes up for that. He favors ties, gloves, and ripped-up skinny jeans with tall converse.
deer A marsh deer, Code's build as a mammal is just a bit shorter and skinnier (though very well toned) than most of the other forest's. Although he's the smallest of these four characters, he makes up for it with a bold set: the red-striped pelt, the trumpet mask, and the beluga antlers. His tail, in more detail, is actually a ponytail the same color as his hair.
aiden mason king
Strange to say that Aiden is a transgendered name: it could be either a male or a female's, and the factual about that is uncanny considering Aiden is female, but brings herself off as a male by choice. This stems from the fact that she grew up to a mother dieing along the way after having birthed her baby brother; and since their father had long-since left, she had to raise the boy all on her own even by breastfeeding. For this reason, she became unexceptionably attached: and detached when he died of malnutrition and illness caused by their street-living, homeless and dirty. To her, it wasn't fair, so she decided to live her own, self-proclaimed "useless" life as the one her brother didn't get to have but with her same name. It's also thickly worth mentioning that she suffers from Alien hand syndrome on her right digits and palm thanks to an error in brain surgery attempting to fix epilepsy. Currently living somewhere in London with a steampunk, nebula-like life, she strives to find her place and understand confusion with a very sheltered, stubborn personality.
human Around 18. Aiden disguises herself as a male to help play an overbearing role in her life and history. Although, there are things she cannot hide: her anatomy, for the most obvious part, is attempted to be hidden beneath shirts that are too large; though for tighter things (like favored military jackets), she wraps her chest to help keep it flat and unnoticed. Her color scheme is like a jungle's: greens, reds, browns, burnt oranges, and whites, all in a like texture. And, as a man would have, her hair is cut short and is undoubtedly the best aspect of her lie framing sharp eyebrows that define an oddly beautiful male structure, with layered, gold colors sometimes played up by more pumpkin-hued highlights. Steampunk and accented by Victorian dressing without skirts. Both eyes are silver like perfect coins.
deer Axis deer. She bears the beluga mask slightly verified in mind towards a more warlike, gear-esque look, regular stag's antlers with candles, and the butterfly pelt. Her build and height is average to a normal stag's, although she shows signs of being a bit curvier than what a male deer's anatomy would. Her short tail is seemingly torn.
sortsand kai trevinger
Mysterious. It's very hard to explain Sort without having first introduced his history through story or something else, because it consists of a lot of Danish mythology and reason for a seemingly bi-polar habit. So I'll try and keep it understandable and short without spoilers by saying he has two "sides" to him, although at the current, he has absolutely no idea about his past self up until about a week ago when something occured. He used to be a straight-up, highly driven, and dirty guy that had a horribly obsessive and constant need to do anything concerning sex. As of now, however, he's the complete opposite and is a quiet individual that is still a closet "pervert", or so he shamefully calls it. Sleeping in the same room as him causes nightmares. He smokes and drinks, although little. Danish; he does speak perfect English with a thin accent.
human Around 24. His hair is jet black with very small hints of purple accents; two thin, long layers in the front that lie on his chest, the rest is shoulder-length and feathered. His bangs on the right side swoop just over his blue eyes. Two eyebrow piercings on his left brow and a lip piercing. As for how he dresses, it's pretty basic, and he leans towards darker clothes; long sleeves preferred most of the time. Quite frankly, he's unfairly attractive and tempting in appearance. ( preview)
deer Beluga pelt and orca mask with the default (black) antlers. Red deer; and being from this species means he is the tallest and more muscular of this four-membered, unrelated family. Though not overbearingly. His set is the same without any alterations to the original TEF setup other than the colors on the pelt being reversed, with black on bottom and white on top. |
He blinked, sitting up
"I have a lot to learn, too. Maybe we could teach each other, somehow...But not if we just keep bumping into each other." He cocked his head, two blue eyes searching for any sign of grocery bags--because if he hadn't gotten that food yet, they had a chance of shopping for it together. He'd only just found the Angel again; he didn't want to let him go any time soon. Crybaby was the only person he was really a friend with at all.
"School is every weekday for you, right?" He couldn't help but smile upon thinking on his idea, patting one of his palms over one of Cry's hands as he quieted, "Maybe I could meet you here after it every day."
(( lol baww~ ))
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What was Faith trying to get at, here? He'd honestly just expected to drop him off at the gates, but now he'd had permission to go inside something so rich further and was being asked to stay a while with him.
It was nothing but nice, but they'd just met--so being given all these chances so soon wasn't something Code was used to. Most people felt the need to gain his trust out of skepticism after meeting him. "Sure," he mumbled, furrowing his brow a moment in this same confusion. It felt so weird to be charmed and unsure at the same time. Besides that, the other kept going on about 'we', and had pretty much instructed that he follow.
He couldn't say no. Mr. Bartleby seemed like someone that would be easily offended. And even then, the chance to give his arms a rest from the beer was welcome before he'd have to set off again. Maybe now he could gloat to Gabe back home about having been invited into all this rich stuff by luck.
Following 'his Majesty', Code cleared his throat, cocking his head a moment with hard eyes on the other's back as he kept giving signs of weakness. His body hated the cold and walking, so it brought up another question as to why he wouldn't just excuse himself to go inside and heal up. Why was Code's company so seemingly important to him...? To have to risk all that... "Are you sure you're okay?" he inquired, catching up with his new friend. "You said you hadn't taken your pills. I can wait for you to go do that."
If Faith denied the request, then he'd put himself into action anyway.
He could make medicine with the garden around him. This man older yet shorter than him was not going to get away with putting his own well-being on the back-burner just to be sure Code was comfortable. This was the number one reason he hated being a guest to others: they stopped caring about themselves.
Majesty, indeed. Once The
"I assure you... I'm perfectly alright." he muttered, failing to shield a fairly obvious sigh of contentment when he finally took a few steps up into the little pavillian's cavity, taking a seat on one of the curved benches that looped about the interior. It was rather small, large enough to only hold about five people, but the smallness of it only seemed to add to it's extravagance.
He leaned against the lattice wall, closing his eyes a little, and only half-listening to the questions being asked to him. "Code, I'm fine....Medicine or not, I've always been like this, weak." he assured him, or attempted to.
Faith wasn't going to lose his company that easily, not until he could trust him to be alone on his property.
Until then, he would stay right here, weak, sickly thing that he was.
((Ffff... He is such a douche, I apologize x'3))
"You damn suck at lying." He
He set the case of beer down somewhere where it wouldn't be bothered or tripped over, then said absolutely nothing more aside from a thousand strings of annoyed curses looping in his mind. Faith was a difficult person to understand, far none...
Without permission, he found the small path around the gardens, leaning over to pick up some meadowsweet for cardiovascular symptoms, ginko for impaired blood supplies, and whatever else he'd gathered would help calm Faith. Even a little.
He'd gone through this quickly, knowing how irritated his pompous blond was going to be about how he'd run off to be a rebel--but when it was for a generous cause, what was it, really?
After re-entering the haven outside and passing Bartleby, the handful of greens was set on the side of the bench, sorting them out as he gave a hawk's glare to Faith. "Go request for some tea bags, tea cups, and water. Don't question me." And with his tone of voice stern as any tree's roots proving he wasn't going to budge until he'd gotten his request, it seemed an order one wouldn't want to press.
Faith was older. He understood.
But they were probably about equal when it came to a sense of power. Or, easily confused with this, the traits of being so headstrong.
(( AHAHA noo, I love these two X'D oh god. ))
((Rofl &hearts)) "Teach each
"Teach each other? What would you like to learn?" he asked in a curious tone. Sort wanted him to teach him something? But he would love to meet him several times a week.
"Yeah... every weekday. Hm..." Crybaby looked down at his feet "But... every day is quite complicated. I'm going home with Sithrim most of the time and he... he wouldn't like me to meet someone else each day... huh..." he kept his gaze lowered and scratched his head a bit before he lifted his gaze towards Sort again, an apologizing smile marking his face. "I think... only two days a week or something like this would be okay... I'm sorry."
"Ex-Excuse me?" He didn't
He didn't yell after him to stop, quite frankly because he didn't feel up to it. Rather, he pulled at the hems of his dress clothes, fumbling his hands about in a very awkward, panicky fashion. "Where are you..." he felt defeated, a master whose dog had bitten him on the hand.
When the red-head had come back with an assortment of picked plants (no permission there, either), and outright ordered for him to go furfill his wishes as if he were a godforsaken servant, Faith relented, more than likely fighting a losing battle. Even if it was a lost cause, he would fight all the same to grab back his authority over this man.
"I refuse." he spat, tilting his head over to the case of alcohol sitting nearby. "If you want liquid, then use that." he instructed the other, knowing full well how idiotic that was.
Really, he didn't feel like getting up, not out of laziness, but out of his own wellbeing.
((... I knew this was going to happen eventually *killed* x3x These guys... wow...))
(( more fail!morning posts 8D
"I figured," he sighed, sitting back while blowing up into his bangs. This Sithrim guy didn't seem willing to share Cry too much, did he...? And then he felt stupid for having asked something that sounded a little suggestive. It hadn't meant to come off as wanting to romp around with him every single day after he'd just spent so many hours in classrooms. He just wanted to know when he'd be able to simply pass by the other for a smile and wave.
That was all...
No matter. Two days out of seven was much better than nothing at all, and if that was what was up to be offered, he'd take it, giving a nod or two to show so. "You don't have to apologize. On these new days that we meet up again, I wonder... maybe I could try and help you with homework. We'd probably end up teaching each other to understand it, but I'm not quite sure what I want to learn yet. Aside from myself--I still don't quite know who I am."
Come to think of it... "Crybaby...? What would you like to learn?"
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Had no one really ever given one order to this man before in their lives?
Well, if he was the first, then he would get his way. "Then I will retrieve it myself."
Stupid brat. Maybe if he wasn't so twisted about his kindness, he'd have hit him already--but with that kind of health, he wouldn't dare. Besides, they knew each other's full names now, and this meant globally that they weren't allowed to get on each other's bad side. He really did just want to help.
So, he again left, clenching his jaw on the way out of the gazebo. Green eyes flit about for any sign of a water fountain or well yet had there been one, he didn't see it. The front door was his only hope.
Code straightened out his shirt and tucked his gloves away in his jacket pockets to try and look as professional as he could, tucking and smoothing his hair away more since it didn't have the usual aid of being in a pony. It was the least he could do; he was going to have to make a first impression on the house's other occupants sooner or later.
He knocked. And to whomever opened the door, he gave a deep bow of nothing but respect. No mockery this time at all. "Good morning. I had the pleasure of walking one Mr. Bartleby home, to whom is now in the gazebo--but somewhat ill. Would it be too brash of me to request a tea set without the tea bags placed in, yet? This or his pills that he mentioned would be of a lot of help to the both of us. I want him comfortable."
He did. He felt pathetic having to use this as his last resort, but he did.
"Help me with homework? This
Sort didn't really know who he was? Well, same for him... he had forgotten almost everything from before his fall.
"I... don't really know who I am either. 'Crybaby' isn't even my real name." he smiled slightly with a hint of sadness in his eyes. But then his face quickly lightened up again, his eyes shining in a thirst for knowledge.
"Hm... I would like to learn more about the world. You know like... uhm... how people could go to the moon or, how airplanes work or... how people can talk into these small phones to communicate with others, even on the other side of the world. And names... names for things I still don't know. Like, when I arrived here some months ago I didn't even know what a 'car' or a 'fridge' were. Can you teach me such things?" he looked at Sort with curious, big blue eyes like an inquisitive child.
They must have been more
While he didn't know the exact, definite, and scientific answers to the things Cry wanted to learn, he did have access to his resources and would love to have all of the question's remedies refreshed just as much as the Angel. "Yes; actually, I own Encyclopedias. Only books I have," came a returned smile, turning more towards Cry as he spoke with hands laced together. Best to keep them occupied and still, anyway; fidgeting seemed to worry the other. "Why can't you remember your name...? I doubt you were shoved off a bridge, too." Hard to tell whether that was humor or laden with sadness in his voice, but his eyes seemed to showcase a mix of the two.
Getting to the moon required those spaceship things, right? And airplanes--airplanes were machines that had motors and wings. Like a bird. Like--an Angel, or any being with such wings, really. And talking through the phone had electricity and satellite involved. Going through the air. All of these answers involved the air, somehow...
...what did this really say about the two...?
Or was there even a meaning behind it at all? Not everything was meant to be so in depth...
...right?
Encyclopaedias? Surely the
He widened his eyes, forgetting Sort's question about his own lost memory of his name.
"Shoved off...a bridge? You were shoved off a bridge?" he asked, unbelieving, in shock. Why did this happen, and how could he survive? Was this the reason he didn't know himself? But who did such a cruel thing to him... and why?
... so many questions at one time.
((Hoooboy, not-so-nice
Faith himself said nothing, merely cracking open an eye to watch him storm off to the front door before letting it close. If Code had been a stranger, he would have yelled for him to get the Hell back here. Really though... There wasn't much harm to it. After all, he felt too tired to get up and chase after him anyway.
It wasn't as if the red-head were an 'outsider'. Not anymore, at least.
Upon coming to and knocking at the door, Code was greeted with an intense flurry of footsteps, and a door that flew open just inches away from his face, revealing... pretty much the complete opposite of what he had been expecting. A taller, but still of average height man stood in the doorway, arms spread out to clutch the edges of the frame. His own clothing was laughably casual, even dumpy. He wore a baggy, dark green hoodie, the circumfrence of the neck so large that it almost went down the edges of his shoulders. Short, curly locks of red hair sprouted from his scalp, complimented by a faint beard on his lower chin.
He had started yelling even before he had opened the door.
"Goddammit, Faith! How many shitty times have I told ya to not-..."
He freezed, dull brown eyes registering surprise toward the stranger at the door, shock at his bowing, then irrational annoyance. Jeebas Christ Superstar... Who the Hell was this goddamn trip?
The man picked through words that were spoken, only catching the few that served any real importance. Bartleby... ill... pills...
After a few painful seconds of silence, he finally spoke directly to the stranger, eyes narrowing. "Who'he fuck are you?" A simple question mixed with not only the harsh, unpleasent voice of what sounded to be a smoker, but a voice that was heavily doused with the thick accent of a native New Yorker.
Back at the gazebo, a small smile curled up Faith's lips.
The Jergens cometh, I see
(( short ;n; ))] He could
He could only nod.
At first, he wasn't aware of how or why this had happened, either; it was only what he'd been told. But he'd slowly gathered pieces and indirect evidence that it was his lucid's fault that his blue eyes were "born" at all. Not too surprising... but it was nothing fun to try and grasp, either. Everything was the mare's fault.
"I doubt you want to hear about it, though; can I ask the same for you, instead...? How you got here?"
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(( THESE TWO ARE SO FUN AND PLOTTY AND... TRIPPY, IDON'TEVEN-- ♥ ♥ omfghiJergens<3 ))
...Hey, he has red hair.
--But that wasn't the point! Who the fuck was he?!
The last thing he'd expected, that's what--but this was so far-fetched with that unexpectedness that he couldn't help staring a moment.
So he wasn't under-dressed after all.
. . . At least he had permission to cuss, now. He'd been holding that in quite a while whether it was to be used casually or offensively. And, as usual, it come off as both ways thanks to how he still carried on with his pleasant little tone still hinted in that odd accent. "Code. I find myself pretty damn hard to confuse with the pretty bastard that refuses my care. Now, while you have time to ask shitting questions, I'd rather you fetch your master's medicine; and if you don't, I will come into this house and get it my god-damn self. I am also, notably, very aware of Mr. Bartleby's full name--so if you can't comply to one fucking simple request from somebody you see as dirt, I will filthy your company's name up like a bitch. Believe you me, I can."
And all this as he cocked his head, eyes still bright in a smile. Well, at least Code was aware that he was being a formal pig...
Suck on that, dammit. You people are so unimaginable...
. . . Which is why he loved this.
All this just to help one guy feel better even in the slightest? Jesus. This house saw kindness in such a weird perspective. If they wanted a game, then a game they would get.
((Code has now been thrown
Again with the talking.... Goddamn talking. Jergens didn't feel like listening to Code this and company that. His skull was already blaring like a mofo, and he was already sick with worry, AND he had failed to managed to punch Malware in the Goddamn face for leeting his own master out in the cold to go for a friggen walk.
So... yeah... He wasn't in a good mood.
Still, he couldn't supress the involuntary grin that managed to spread up his lips. Nono, not a nice grin, but a threatening, cheshire cat-like one, a sort of unique defense of his.
"Kay Cody, les go over things first. Numero One; I don't 'fetch', especially fer stuck-up asswipes like yerself. Numero Two; I already got his frakin' meds right here.~" with a flourish of movement, he dunked his left hand into one of the many pockets on his own ratty jeans, pulling a small tin canister chopped full of a plethora of pills of all different shapes and sizes. "I've been shitting bricks over how long he was gonna effin' last before he went all 'lights-out'. Continuing on, follow me man, we'll go get some water while I yap to ya." with that, he flipped himself around and strolled back inside with a quick, almost jogging pace, expecting the other to follow.
He kept talking, speaking machine that he was.
"Numero Three; I don't give a rat's ass about Faith's buisness, only about Faith, so yer threats there are pretty much nothin' to me." He half-jogged down the entry-way, taking a sharp turn to the guest bathroom. "And Numero Fouuur..." he unscrewed the lid, which was surprisingly deep, from the holder, turning on the faucet to let it fill with water.
"Faith ain't my 'master', okay? I'd have fraken' conniptions if that friggen bastard was my boss, got it?" he turned his head over to eye Code's face, his grin turning into something rather more sly as he added, "Though I gotta admit, he's pretty damn good in bed~"
That was a lie, of course. Only for his own amusement, as sex actually scared the everloving Hell out of him.
He'd followed, and then
Even though he'd just been yammered at, he didn't really have much else to say--if anything at all. He'd gotten what he wanted: the invitation in that would let him get the water and medicine. It wasn't supposed to have been so hard in the first place, but if saying anything more was going to somehow ruin his chances of receiving these and delivering them to this guy's bunk mate, then he'd stay mute. He just hoped it wouldn't further irritate someone that seemed already irritable.
However, being called "Cody" nearly made him shove a foot up Jergen's groin. But that would just be asking for it, and he instead had to stuff two fists tightening alongside grit teeth in his pockets. This was going to go smoothly whether he liked it now or not.
Cody... what a stupid name. Code, not Cody--Kodas, not Cody--Casimir, not Cody. Any of the three.
Cody was just definably stupid. Frankly, if Jergens called him that again, he'd probably snap and say something. Which was all the more reason to stay quiet: the other wouldn't need to address him as such again.
(( I SERIOUSLY GASPED AT "CODY"... IDK WHY BUT AHFUDSHF lol this is now gold, I love you for RPing. xD ))
As much as the talking was
Deep down, he had a feeling that the classic 'Special Hand-Picked Jergy Nickname' wasn't going over well, what with the stiffness and 'hands shoved into pockets' thing his new 'rival' had going on... which of course meant that he would exploit the ever-loving shit out of it, among others that he had thought of.
"Ya were talkin' like Hell earlier, Codderz. What's with the silent treatment? Cat got yer tongue? Speakin' of which, how the Hell did'ya get on first name basis with Faithy anyhow? He can be one serious pissant, lemme tell ya..." he rambled, seriously wondering where the Hell this guy even came from.
His pace was equally as quick, but maybe a little slower just so he could talk more and get more answers to his own questions.
"So Codsters, what's with the accent? Ya some overseas mook or what? Heh... Ya got red hair... Maybe that's why Faith likes ya, y'know?~ Still, just so ya know, ya ain't gettin yer goddamn 'alone time' while I'm around, get it? We cool? Gotcha. No harm, no foul."
((Thank youuuu ;; I give Cody full permission to kick his ass. C: ))
"If you call me anything but
"I don't know what 'alone time' you're talking about. Besides that, yes, I'm from overseas. Lithuania. I don't know why I got on a first-name basis with Faith; I suppose, as you said, he raves over my red hair enough to want me to romp with him." Which kind of hurt to admit, if that was the only reason. But his sour face completely covered any remorse while his fists knit all the more--nearly enough to have his fingernails dig into his palms for blood. Not quite yet, however. "Faith is nowhere near as much of a pissant as you are, though. Go fuck yourself until you cramp."
Okay, so saying that might not give him permission to take the water and medicine back out to Bartleby anymore. But he couldn't take it! Jergens was purposefully rubbing nick-names all over his face.
It was all he could do not to shove a knee between the taller one's legs and spit at the bent-over figure. Yet this still wasn't enough to drive him to that point. Not yet... And God be willing, if Code had a fencing sword or anything sharp with him at the moment, this guy would be bleeding from both ears.
But . .. out of lingering respect, he couldn't do it. He'd inwardly promised to make Faith feel better about his health, and beating on his house keeper (or whatever the odd-accented one was) wouldn't bring that out.
That's more like it... "Glad
"Glad the feelin' is mutual, man. Because get this: I. Don't. Like. Ya." he teased, grinning all the way. Sure, the guy could kick his ass, then Faith would get mad, and then the self-proclaimed asshole would take his leave. Orrrr... He could be like that goddamn state and linger around like some goddamn new puppy that got more attention than the old, decrepit one.
In other words, Jergens was jealous, in a nutshell.
"Oh really? Heh... Can't go back on ya thar. I'm a douche, and I know it. Call me a possesive boyfriend, if ya will. Can ya really blame me fer at least bein' suspicious of some random bastard Faith found on the street? Seriously man... What the Hell..." he no longer used nicknames, at least not yet. Not yet... Not yet~
He reached the door, shoving the lid and pills over to Code. "Les'go, then. That little house thing, right? Gotcha... Come on Code..."
He paused.
And his grin widened all the more.
"...y"
With that, he took off at a sprinting pace towards the gazebo.
--!! Bitch! And he couldn't
Bitch!
And he couldn't run after him; not now that he was the one bearing fragile medicines. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
All he could do in the meantime was stop his walk to close both eyes, sucking in a breath through his nose and then letting it out slowly the same way. Fuck.
Just ignore it, then--and he did. He got what he wanted in the end, so he'd make his first priority giving the aids to his new friend and then go about doing whatever he wanted to the other red-head should he be found again.
"Mr. Bartleby," he muttered, taking a step into the gazebo. "Here. And you'd better get better with these rather than the remedy I would have given, because your boyfriend is an asshole and these don't seem so worth it anymore." With a clear of his throat in hopes of excusing that, he stood straight, eyes on the floor. "Is there anything else I can get you?"
At the moment, his sense of purpose still reigned. In fact, he almost felt a bit beaten for some reason even though he'd technically won.
At the moment.
He really wasn't even able to tell if the "I don't like you" was supposed to be a jest or not. While Code certainly made it plain that it was true he birthed a very quick enemy from Jergen's character, it was hard to see how it was from the other's point of view. Especially after he'd called him "some random bastard Faith found on the streets."
Code found Faith.
Fuck.
Bartleby had been dozing on
With a small nod and a (hesitant) thank you, he slowly to the case of little capsules and the cap of water with shaky hands, quickly beginning to down each one with a dainty gulp of water.
Code's comment, however, on... on...
"Pft! B-Boyfriend?!" he choked in surprise, leaning over and coughing as a pill lodged itself in his throat. "Th-That bastard..." he sputtered, finally clearing his airway with a final, unpleasent hacking sound. Composing himself, he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, a bright red shade creeping over his cheeks.
"I can assure you, that my... relationship with my assistant is... is most professional!" he retorted, bit more defensively than needed, but overly-so all the same.
Lies Lies Lies
And he knew it.
He noted how stiff he was acting towards him, and he knew that it was, morethan likely, his fault for being an ass about all of what happened. Still... Bartleby was Bartleby.
"Uhm... Yes... They'll work... Would you like to sit and talk?" he asked, motioning the spot next to him on the bench.
Jergens evesdropping, as always when it came to matter of Faith. Specifically hiding behinf the building, completely hidden by the vines that covered the lattice.
Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do~
So they weren't together? Not
Nonetheless, he wasn't sure why Faith would invite him to sit down. Or what he wanted to talk about. But he couldn't say no.
As he took his seat in silence, however, all he could think to do was scan the horizon with those leafy eyes in search of the only other person on the province that had the same hair color as his own. Granted, Code's wasn't as red as Jergen's--it was a deep magenta, and he always used those two adjective to describe it--but they both still had it as their trademark.
Was there a reason Code was being so suddenly sheltered?
. . . well, yes, but he was never willing to admit it. Especially not now to someone he'd just met, so he kept his emotions on the inside. By now he had a heaping mixture of being pissed, hurt, fulfilled, and reminiscent all in the same mind. Two tight lips pressed into a line.
He'd just wanted beer.
Instead, he got a whole new story unfolding, and he had absolutely no idea what was going to happen with the next turn of its page.
No matter. Take things one by one... Bartleby wanted to talk, yet the only thing he could think to say after being sure the frail-healthed one was okay, was, "Then why would he call you his boyfriend?"
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Apparently that wasn't the correct topic, as Bartleby only grew even more nervous and awkward, what with the way one had went up to twirl his hair while the other found it's way to the endinf threads of his dress coat, his lower lip once again sucked back into his mouth.
"Ahm... Ah... Goddammit... J-Jergens is... Aha... Um..." he stammered, fiddling with his hands a bit, so obviously embarassed.
So much bad slander about him already... Already so much smearing on his family name... And this would only make it worse... Because Code would leak it... And then the people would know.
And for some reason, the people cared about his private life, as if he were some celebrity. If there was one thing he hated about his buisness, it was the publicity that went with it.
"S-So! Please, tell me about yourself, apart from your job. I find it rather hard to believe that I know so little about you..." he lamely changed the subject, brushing away stray locks of hair as he spoke with that same, fidgety voice.
Somewhere around the exterior of the gazebo, a voice chimed out.
"Nnh, just say that it's because ya love me, Faith~"
The blonde (poorly) managed to conceal his blush, narrowed his eyes, and called out to what seemed like thin air.
"Go away, bastard..."
A small rustling from the bushes outside was heard.
"No problem, bitch.~"
People like Jergens should
He'd had enough of . . . people with any kind of attachment to someone with authority using them like that. Enough of it--plenty enough. Had someone asked him about a certain name the way Code had Faith, he wouldn't be blushing in a stammer at all. He understood the situation here was different than with what he used to have--for one day--but still, why wouldn't Bartleby take action? Who the hell knew what that mop of a head would do next?
God on high, if he so much as touched Faith, he would do so much more than shove that rake up his sorry ass. Understanding that the blond wasn't really 'his' to be protecting was something he reviewed, but even so, he felt the need to be on his guard around this new member. For now, on the defense. But if he came into view, he admitted that he finally would let himself switch into the offense.
Then, today, Code had made a new friend and a new enemy.
And he still hadn't had a beer.
He took his focus off the area where Jergen's voice had come some five tense seconds after Faith had asked his question and the bitch had cooed his cocky reply. Green eyes blinked into green for possibly the twentieth time that day.
Talk about... himself...? He'd much rather ask why the one shorter than him wanted to know about his being, but instead, he hid, "What do you want to know, exactly...?" Because frankly, Code found himself... boring.
Yes. Code. Boring.
The blonde was only all the
"Um... Please don't hurt him..." he murmured, letting a hand reach over to weakly clutch at Code's knee, begging forgiveness, and his face all the more red. "I know he can be mean, but... he... dosen't mean it." he lamely added on, doing his very best to further conceal their relationship, and doing a very poor job of it.
Ah well...
The subject change offered an outlet for escape, which Faith quickly stumbled towards. "I'm not sure... Your upbringing? Or maybe just... trivial things. I don't mind." he requested, really only focused on getting off the current topic.
He noticed the looming presence of the case of beer nearby, and lazily pointed to it. "I wouldn't be offended if you had one of those... Really..." he mumbled, hoping that the prospect of alcohol might ease Code's anger. "I know that was your original mission, and I apologize that you were brought into all of this." he added for good measure.
Still... That alone wouldn't cut it, and Faith knew that. Cautiously, he leaned forward to look out of the gazebo's enterance, hoping that nobody would overhear what he'd say next.
No one?
Good.
His eyes narrowed, and leaned in to whisper over into Code's ear.
"Mr. Kulpa, if you so much as even think about hurting him, I'll be sure to tarnish your name in any way I see fit. Believe me, I'm capable of it. Likewise, if I discover that you've leaked information regarding our relationship, I'll be sure that no blacksmith will ever take you in. Are we understood?" it was almost a hiss, really.
And with that, he pulled back and offered a sweet little smile. "I do thank you for helping me... I know I can get rather... stubborn? Hm." he chuckled, leaning back slightly, as if his threats had never occurred.
How he got here? Should he
"Uh..." he looked around first and then back at him.
"I... I kind of fell too... from a high place. You maybe wouldn't believe me..." he frowned and and lowered his gaze for a moment.
But Sort believed what he had told him about the incubus, didn't he? Uh...
"Uh... well. I'm a Fallen one... a... a fallen angel..." he babbled, not looking at him. "Because everything was my fault..." he murmured quietly. He was so persuaded of his quilt, though it wasn't really his...
Despite his mood, Code
Faith really still thought he was a blacksmith; well, that, and the way that whisper was against his ear was somewhat ticklish. He wasn't often spoken to there so quietly. But he was second-in-command to Eien; that was, in American terms, pretty much a step below Sergeant Major of the Army, which was, in his terms, a step below the king. He knew full and well that he had so much more authority than Faith when he'd admitted to being somewhere around the 15th in line for any sort of title.
Either way, he sighed, standing to go and run a finger under the cardboard flap of the beer's case to gratefully accept the invitation for a drink. Whether somebody heard or not, too, he replied, "You're a little late with the threat; I gave the very same one to him, so he knows not to be an ass to me, and I now know not to be as ass to him. Things will be fine. I wouldn't dream of doing something as stupid as telling the press about you two, anyway." He stood with alcohol in his hand to stare at Faith while realizing he didn't know his name. Or didn't really care to. "Actually, I can't believe you really think I'd stoop that low..."
This distracted him from talking about himself as requested for a moment, reclaiming his seat in a low hum as he snapped the tab of the beer back. Still, what was he supposed to say...? Absolutely everything about who he really was was a secret, and he still didn't quite trust Faith enough to give away all that. Anything besides what was real about him really was pretty bland. "I'm terrible about speaking of myself," came his start of a mutter. "But I guess... I have a devil's flower mantis. My favorite food is green bean casserole, or cashews... or olives... mm, I fence." That was about all he could think to say. With the first sip of his drink, he peered over his rim at Faith, hoping he'd actually ask questions rather than hope Code would give a complete autobiography about himself.
Besides, Mr. Bartleby owed it to him for the fact that our Lithuanian hadn't lashed out upon being touched again. Even if it was just on the knee... lately, being touched anywhere was a suicide request for whoever was stupid enough to stroke any of his limbs.
The only reason he gave no reaction at all this time was because, as usual, his excuse of "it's Faith."
He's to be protecting him and his health, not testing it.
There was a sudden change in
Cry had fallen, too...? This was nothing but uncanny! Yet the distance from which they'd done so was probably a huge difference. One was from a bridge, and if the fair-haired one was being truthful as expected, one from somewhere far above the sky. And if he could fall and live from that height, he couldn't understand what was now so special about him having lived from being tricked off a moving train. "An Angel--I remember that, somehow..."
But a fallen angel. Was there a reason "fallen" had to come before the title? He'd never heard of something like that. Even then, Cry looked pretty damn human to him, though he did admit he sure did act like something as pure as such. "Your fault...?"
Sort's questions may have been bland and expected, but he didn't want to ask for specific details for fear of having Cry surface unwanted memories. He would take in whatever information the younger was comfortable sharing and then try to stomach it all as filling.
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"Remember?" he looked up at
Did Sortsand know anything about Angels?
He licked his lips and pressed them together "Yes... " he leaned back and looked up at the sky with a hint of melancholy in his eyes... it was slowly darkening.
"He... He gave me a duty up there you know? To protect someone with all the strength I had." he lowered his gaze again, this someone actually was the one most dear to him.
"He had an awful life, mostly because of me, because I couldn't protect him properly. I was, well I still am his Guardian. I don't really remember what happened because most of my memory got erased. But I was too weak and didn't fulfil my task properly... so... my halo got destroyed and I got banned... and then I fell." he chuckled bitterly, his gaze lifting back towards the dark-haired man next to him.
"Sounds kind of crazy, doesn't it?" he had one of these sad smiles on his face, lying to his inner feelings about all this... but showing them nevertheless.
He didn't know why he had told him so much right now. But well, Crybaby trusted this man.
Something about it was
Of course he wondered what Cry had done so wrong that he'd deserve being thrown from Heaven, but he wasn't going to ask. He'd said he wasn't even sure himself, so it would be stupid to inquire, anyway--besides, he was starting to get restless. Maybe getting up to walk or something would help them both.
"Did you want to take a stroll or something? I'll follow you. You can tell me to get out of your face whenever you want along the way." It was his way of trying to say he didn't know where to go, so he'd trail after Cry and let the other excuse him. But he let it come off as a jest for whatever reason.
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Crybaby giggled weakly "You're not stupid, I really like you..." and he really did mean what he said.
His face lightened up, Sort's idea slowly pushing away the bad memories.
"Oh I would love to walk with you a bit..." he smiled, slowly getting up and hanging his bag over one shoulder again.
"And I don't want you to go out of my face... " he snorted slightly and waited for Sort to stand up to, starting to walk then.
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No... He didn't believe that
"I know I get rather paranoid. That dosen't excuse my behavior, and I know it..."
Faith could almost feel Code tense up when he touched his knee, and he quickly drew his own thin hand back, neatly placing both of them in his lap, a bit of a nervous expression crossing over his eyes, as if he were afraid of being hurt.
Eventually though, he took a deep breath, calming himself down, silent as Code went over the things he liked, and was eternally grateful for the change of subject. "Mhm... Fencing? Ahh... I remember wanting to try it when I was younger... Of course my condition didn't allow for it, so I had to stick with chess and biliard." he rambled off, getting his mind off of the last topic as much as he could.
"Now what about your family? My parents have long since died. Father, suicide, and my mother from a paper cut. Ha... It's a bit silly to say, isn't it? I have a sister too, a sweet girl... I think you'd like her..." he continued, pausing as a new thought seemed to occur to him.
"Oh yes, I feel a bit awful for forgetting earlier, but I've forgotten to compliment you on your hair... It's... It's quite lovely, you know." he smiled faintly, delighted that he had remembered.
((Ew... Family reunion AND work? D': Damn, that sucks. Good luck, man.))
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"No? Well, I really like you, too, Cry." He finally gave way to a short laugh, bumping a hip with the other to play with their walk together--out of nothing but friendship. There was finally someone that accepted him for what he was and didn't glare him up and down. Strangers did this, even... people he'd seemingly never met before.
This was such a blessed break. How in the world could his mare not like Crybaby...?
"So where are you taking me, Angel~?"
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He said nothing in response to the apology; though he hadn't expected the sudden change in mood from Faith, he wasn't going to protest it, either. The apology was only noted in silence with a nod, smiling again as he hadn't for the past half hour. "No reason to be sorry. Friends shouldn't have to be, so I accept your words." A pause as he parted his lips, listening to the other speak about his inability to fence over chess. If it would help consulate him any, he added in a small blush, "I have no idea how to play chess. I've never been taught." A chuckle as he loosened up, uncrossing his ankles as the first sign of being borderline comfortable with this whole scenario--though it was probably just the beer finally taking effect. "Odd, isn't it? Maybe you can teach me some time."
Then came the question about family.
Ah, shit. Well, it was going to have come sooner or later; so he had no choice but to respond, not wanting to shy away from any more questions when he'd pretty much asked for them. Quietly came his answer as green eyes knit on the floor, "Don't know. I've never in my life known my mother or father--faces or names. They gave me up the second I was born to an adoption center, which is where Eien took me into--" --the lapidarian academy... the whole schooling system where I concurred learning how to work stone through my own body and summon golems, but... "--um, into his home. He fathered me."
What a fucking joke! Eien! Eien was more of a cow than Jergens was, for the love of all things holy... but he wasn't able to mention anyone else. He couldn't even extend on that lie for fear of twisting it too much.
In his silence, he blushed all the more, clearing his throat in a slap of flattery once his hair was complimented. His eyes stayed on the ground with reason, chuckling again--though nervously. "Really? Thank you. I'm never told that."
Crybaby blushed a bit but
His stomach made some weird noises from time to time... grumbling.
"Hm... you wanna eat something? I'm feeling quiet hungry. Maybe there's a takeaway somewhere?" Takeaway... one of the weird words he had only learned not a long time ago.
He curiously looked around as they walked, soon seeing such a 'takeaway'-thingy. He pointed at it and turned his gaze towards the taller man "Would this one be good? I'll invite you..."
A . . . takeaway? He'd never
"This is good," he blinked. Well, he'd never been there, so he wouldn't have known; but anywhere with the now-nicknamed Angel sounded fine to him.
While starting up their walk again towards it's entrance, he glanced down to pardon, "May I pay for you, please?"
"Oh, but you don't have to...
He approached to the desk and curiously looked at the presented food. He still didn't know the names of everything here, so he didn't really know what to take. "What you wanna eat?" he turned his gaze to Sort.
He still felt awful, though.
"A friend..." he finally mumbled, almost too softly to hear.
He nodded, teach him chess? It'd be nice... A good excuse for him to stay around. "The core ground of it is rather simple... I think you's get the hang of it." he mused, clearly delighted with the prospect.
Although, as Code went over the story of his family, the faint smile on the blonde's face slowly curled back downward. "That must have been terrible..." he murmured, a bit confused by Code's random pauses withen his tale, but the idea that he would be lying to him had never crossed his mind.
After all, friends never lied to eachother...
"Eien? If he fathered you, though... Why do you call him by his first name?" he asked, unaware of how rude that question might of seemed. There wasn't any bad intentions behind it, he was just curious.
"You're welcome~" he managed another smile, shoulders beginning to slouch a little in relaxation.
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Sort was getting food,
This was unexpected. He'd thought they were coming just to let Cry order and eat something--but now himself, too...? As a treat for letting Angel use his bed, this was... really dear to him but somehow embarrassing on the same level. He had no idea what to get any more than the younger did.
"Don't know," he mumbled, switching his weight to his other leg while scanning through the English options. Well, whatever was cheapest was definite; he refused to make Cry pay more than he needed to when they weren't solely here for his own pleasure. His stomach wasn't the one growling, after all, so he himself felt no deserving for the larger meal. "Most of these joints have burgers, right? Whatever is smallest and the most inexpensive of those is fine. I'm not too hungry."
--
Code had already considered Faith a friend for an hour or so now, which is why the other's hesitance to refer to him the same way came as odd--but something he seemed allowed to chuckle at. "Really, don't bother yourself needing to make it up to me. I completely understand where you're coming from; I wouldn't want you hurting someone I love, either."
Maybe love wasn't the right word in Jergens and Faith's case, but it was in his own. Either way, it showed he had the same viewpoint about the ordeal.
Eien... he wished the questions about him would just flat-out die, but this one seemed easy enough to cover up and--even better--with a way to start slipping the truth in, too. "Because he isn't my real father; he didn't birth me and he's only some five years older than I am, so there's no reason I see to call him 'dad'. Even then, he wouldn't deserve to be called 'dad'. He simply took me in." Asshole. A sixth drink was taken in memory over the one guy that managed to make Code cry in any way, shape, or form--which was now over half his beer can.
Topic over, the so-called redhead stretched his legs out before him while reclining in his seat to stretch. "As for the chess, I could teach you fencing in return~ I would prefer it, too, just to keep things even between us. The lessons would stay short and very simple so that you could rest whenever you felt the need to for your health."
A pause. He couldn't help drifting back off into what Jergens and Faith were, for some reason. Love was just something the human mind tended to be more attracted to in conversation. "And if you don't mind me asking again, what is that guy to you? What's-his-name--the only you called a bastard and then told me you admired somehow." He gave a quick grin while shaking his head at that opposition. "Obviously not related, right?"
"Okay." he ordered a small
"Here you have..."
He took the first bite of his own burger while they continued their walk.
So this was a burger. He
He could never recall having had one.
Peeling the wrapper back while taking his strides alongside Crybaby, he peered at what one was layer by layer. Buns, and the pattie with pickles below other toppings--why was this so special that everyone raved about them? "Are these good?" he questioned, peeking down at how the other ate his without any inquisition at all. Maybe Sort was just too curious about things that shouldn't be thought over, and people's opinions.
While waiting for a response, he decided to try it, anyhow. And it was thankful that he did because a woman had passed by at that moment, one alone with heels on and other dressing habits that typically went along with one in that style.
His eyes flickered purple once he met her eyes. But the two walked on and nothing happened--not quite yet, anyhow. He'd have said something were his mouth not full of meat and cheese.
Why woman got his mare nothing but aroused he still had no idea over. He hated feeling what 'he' felt, deep down...
"I wonder if there is someplace... quiet, and uncrowded that we could go..."
It was a muse. He hadn't meant for this to sound yet again somewhat seducing--he just wanted away from females.
"I really like them...
But then he focused on his own burger again, not noticing the other one's eyes flickering purple for a moment when a woman passed.
He swallowed before he looked at him again and heard his question "Hm..." where could they go... "I only know that parks are quiet places in cities. Wanna go there?" he tilted his head a bit.
He would feel better too with not too much people around, he never really liked to be in crowded places.
The park. That's where they'd
To any other females passing, he averted his gaze. Purposefully.
He knew what about them made the lucid foam with want and need, but he refused to let him have it, either. The only times he'd cave was when Cry wasn't there beside him--and it was so much worse at night. Today was lucky.
If there was just one route in the whole city he knew, it was how to get to the park; so he decided to take a little bit of lead and take his white-haired Angel through somewhat of a short-cut. But they hadn't gotten to the street he was looking for until they'd both had their small meal finished in now-satisfied stomachs.
Plan in course. "Take my hand."
"The swings?" he had
He slowly finished his burger, swallowing the last piece.
"Huh? Uh... okay..." he shyly took Sort's hand, blushing a bit because normally no one ever took his hand apart from... Sithrim. And he was very shy when others did this to him, though he... well he had hugged Sort the other time so, uh whatever...
He started following him.
This was probably the tenth
He just wanted his hand to be sure he'd make it across the street.
This one didn't have a cross-walk.
Then why take it? Because once they'd made it to the other side like some classic chicken in the age-old joke--every answer different--their destination felt so much more precious than it normally would. Like a prize, or a goal... it made things somehow better when striving for it. Besides, being bland and typical with everything was boring.
To most, Sort's personality was boring; a complete contradiction of his darker appearance. But that, too, was a lie. Every day he slowly gained back a piece of recalling what he liked or disliked--and taking chances might just have been one of them.
Once there was a break in the space between cars long enough for them to make a run for, Sort broke out in a grin and dash--Cry being ushered finely beside him. There was no error in how they took this since not one second after the first steps onto the road they were safely continuing their walk towards the park.
It was up to Cry whether or not he wanted to let Sort's palm go then. For, having not said a word and in that small bit of an excited rush, he'd plainly forgotten about it despite tightening five fingers around paler. "Have you not been on swings before?"
His first remark only made
He made no comment on the case of what Faith had thought to be Code's adopted father, although it sounded to him more like a brother relationship... just with more tension. He wouldn't pry, despite his own itching curiosity, in fear of running the risk of offending him. He wouldn't lose the gentlemanly composure that he had only lost some minutes ago.
The prospect of being taught fencing actually made him smile, an honest, overjoyed smile, almost like a small child on Christmas morning. "You would? Really? I... I would be so happy!" he exclaimed, looking up at Code in the eye, for once. "I wouldn't be able to do much... but yes! Y-Yes please..." he nodded, brimming in delight.
...Although that quickly faded away at Codes last little question. He took on an uncomfortably neutral mien, bringing his hands up to play and fiddle with his hair as he spoke. "Uhm... His name is Jergens and uh... Ahm..." Oh God, the awkwardness...
"I don't know."
...
Lame, but it was all he could come up with.
A merry laugh came once Faith
Oh, well. To Faith, he would think otherwise on Code's teaching. For Faith, Code would be a different person fit only to keep him happy and defended. He didn't need to know about the liar's life.
Taking another drink while cocking his head, he blinked, "Don't know...? Then how come he's here, or what's he do for you? He seems very open about loving you. If you can't accept it, I'm not sure why you'd keep him around."
But, Jergens was his name, huh...? The first three letters of that and jerk went hand-in-hand.
No matter. At least they'd stopped trying to detail the too-controversial topic that was Eien.
He nodded furiously, bangs
He had acted as a teacher quite a bit himself already now, particularly with his older sister. Teaching someone else would be a nice change for him.
It seemed obvious that he had already relaxed himself in the man's presence, but still... Certain topics made him uncomfortable with everyone save for a select few, and the one regarding his 'assistant' (ha, that was a joke), was most certainly one of them.
Code's last remark offered an outlet of escape, tiny as it was. "I do... I... Yes..." he swung his head around, poorly concealing how much his face had flared up, instead trying to escape the topic. "Code, is there anyone you... um... you know..." Love?
He wanted to slap himself for how utterly brash that was of him, but the question would offer a smooth transition.
Crybaby looked at Sort with a
"Uhm... b-!"
He couldn't think further when Sort already dragged him over the street. He had no other option than following him, running as fast as he did.
"Phew... well, at least... we're safe..." he murmured more to himself when they arrived to the other side, his breath a bit faster.
He didn't let go Sort's hand. He felt somehow... kind of safe like this... "No I wasn't... well, at least not in this life." he gave him a little smile. Honestly... he couldn't wait to try it out, like a child wanted to try out a new toy.
. . . he sat back, keeping
"Yes," came a whisper. Even though Faith hadn't finished the question... the tone he'd used trying to ask it--he knew that all too well. "Which is why I know how to control all my blushing," he chuckled, looking back down to give a full-hearted smile to his stranger-become-friend. "You'll learn. Jergens can teach you."
As for who he loved, he wasn't going to say. Not unless asked.
Even then . . . the person that answered was somewhat of a secret, too. More-so than any of the others...
How much longer was Faith going to pinpoint all of Code's thoughts meant to stay tucked in the shadows? How much longer was he going to have to lie? Or how much longer until he was found out...? And then hated for it. It always went in that direction; finding out somebody had been lieing to you, even if it was for the better, and then loathing them on the spot... some friend he was going to seem, in the end.
He took the last swallow of his beer. "You let me know when you're free for fencing and I'll come down whenever I can. Maybe we can learn chess for myself before the sport for each lesson." It was probably annoying how Code switched replies to which topic was being spoken of, but that question had to be answered before the others. It went without saying.
Sort let out a breath
Their destination was within view now. "I'll probably have to push you at first, unless you can learn how to swing on your own.. most do that as a child. I'll show you; no worries." By then, they'd had their feet in the gravel of the playground--and he'd let go of Angel's hand, stopping beside a swing to let him sit in it as he took both the chains connecting it to the top rail.
"Flying..." this sounded
"Push me?" ah he remembered mothers pushing their little children too.
So he sat down and took the chains in his hand. He looked up at the spot they were connected and then at his feet. He had to lift them quiet a bit so that they weren't touching the ground, like he had observed at the kids.
He grinned in excitement, waiting for Sort to push him.
. . . oh--he did want pushed.
Shaking his head at himself in a smiled apology for the second-long delay, he moved to stand behind the other, pulling him back by the waist before giving a gentle push. Nothing too obscene quite yet. "You push your weight forward or back with each turn, see?" Without giving Cry another push, he let him try it out, passing a hand through his hair as he watched--then took the seat beside him to start up a very small swing of his own.
"Not too often, but... if there's one thing I do voluntarily in my life a lot, it probably would be this, yes. But I prefer it at night; the sky's so much prettier then." Blue eyes peeked over at equally-blue. "Like when you met me."
Crybaby's grin became even
"Okay..." he did as Sort had told him, and it worked out quite well... it wasn't really hard, forward and back... forward and back.
A sudden cute laugh escaped his lips. This was fun and he really enjoyed it.
Yes, he loved the sky at night. The stars were something very beautiful...
But he also liked to look up at a blue sky with some white clouds from time to time.
He turned his gaze towards Sort at his last sentence.
"Yes..." he smiled shyly, lowering his gaze before he tried it out faster. "I'm happy that we met..." he laughed again in amazement, swinging back and forth.