[Slight gore/cursing warning, but nothing tootoo serious, yes?]
Human or deer, it matters little. Just pick one, and I'll happily respond to you.
(The Rules)
1. I can't draw. At all. So if you desire to rp via drawings, then just know that I will not be able to reply in a similar fashion. However, if you still desire to use art, then you are more than welcome to do so.
2. My posts will the length or about the same length of your posts.
3. I can start, or you can start c: Dosen't matter which~
Jergens - (Deer open, Human open)
Faith - (Deer open, Human open)
"No problem," he replied, not
As his guest took a seat, Code went to hide in the kitchen, pulling the fridge open for two bottled waters--because, yes; even though half of the fridge was stocked with beer, he had plenty of other options and actually ate very healthy. Alcohol aside.
Icarus decided he'd been atop the Baltic man's head long enough and started up trying to crawl off by inching forward, peeking down at those olive eyes with his own beady and red. "Ahh, no--" Code sighed in a grunt, blowing up at his bangs and therefore the pet's face to get him to go the opposite direction. Keeping his balance in this way, he returned to Faith's side, slipping the bottle into the other's lap so that his hands were free to let the mantis crawl atop them. "Stupid bug," he muttered. "Hold on."
One minute later the taller-by-an-inch returned empty-handed, having put Icarus back in his cage. He plopped himself beside Faith while fingering the cap of his own water off. "So, how've you been lately? I haven't seen you in a while. I guess I never did ask for a phone number or anything, did I...?" At this rambled idea, he sat up to take his phone out of his back pocket, teething at the water bottle now between his teeth in order to have all ten fingers toy with going through responding to a new text.
Funny how suddenly silent and spaced-off he got while doing so just because of who the sender was. But it was hard to read.
While he felt more and more
As he waited for the red-head to come back, he amused himself by taking out his medicine and rearranging it all in groups based on color and size. There were about seven capsules in all, each one bigger or smaller than the next. He placed a pale finger on each one, mentally mapping out the purpose that each one had.
He flicked his head up at Code's arrival, that annoying strand of hair flopping back in front of his eye. "Oh, thank you..." he mumbled, unscrewing the cap and silently beginning to gulp down pills as the other talked to him, although Faith himself said nothing until he had finished tending to himself, and only started speaking as Code started doing something... odd with his phone.
"Mm... I've been... Ahh..." he paused, wondering exactly how to word it all. "Not so good, really. I've been bed-ridden for the last several days... But I feel a little better now, so it's... kinda better..." he rambled, putting a finger to his lip in thought. "Hm... Guess I never did get a number... Ah... That's alright." he leaned his head back, the freezing water in his system making him feel all the more cold and shivery. It was a good thing that he had gloves on, otherwise he would have had to have put his drink on the ground, as it would have felt too cold for his hands.
He politely refrained from asking what Code was doing, and kept his gaze straight ahead, occasionally letting his own eyes close in contentment.
The very moment he'd heard
He reached over to hand the phone to Faith on the New Contacts page. "And then you can let me know if you so much as sneezed and I'll run my ass over there with a Kleenex or whatever," he smiled crookedly. "I hate that I didn't know this, though... but I am happy you're better. At least you don't have stupid scars all over yourself like I do. You have to consider that there's a lot of things you're very lucky to have, health aside; things could be a lot worse." Quieter. "But I won't let anything worsen for you anymore. You're too close with me and I refuse to look past anything. We're friends and I intend to fulfill my role as such to the fullest. You trust me, right?"
(( SHORT 8'< ))
The sudden change of pace and
Winter was the worst... for obvious reasons.
He took the phone with careful hands. "It doesn't have a cord..." he marvelled, as his home was more filled with obsolete technology that, quite frankly, he had never bothered to upgrade due to his own ignorance of it. Reluctantly, as if afraid that he might break it, he let his hands trail over the number pad as he punched in his own house phone number, handing back to Code as if it were a sort of holy relic. "Uhm... why were you pressing all those buttons earlier?" he asked, having absolutely no idea what a text message was.
He managed to pull up a fake, sort of small smile as the other spoke. "Of course I trust you..." he mumbled, hesitantly grabbing at the redhead's sleeve again, more out of a comforting habit than anything else. "Why wouldn't I?" he barely whispered, eyebrows furrowing in sadness.
((Quality over quantity c: Although mine is bleh... >> sowwy ))
It was blatantly obvious
He pressed the phone back into paler hands, propping his chin on Faith's shoulder in wide-eyed silence out of curiosity about how he'd go about testing how to write a blank message to no one in particular.
As for having his sleeve held on to again, he could do nothing but smile as he was already doing. Really, he couldn't stop wishing Faith had the opportunity to be around more...
(( MAHAHA I understand 8'D ))
So much confusion... Sending
"What's 'the internet'?" he asked, although have the phone thrust back into his hands wasn't exactly what he wanted. After all, there was nothing he hated more than having own ignorance blatantly being pointed out to him... but... Code was, in a way, teaching him about it, so it was alright...
"B-But... What am I supposed to... write?" he stammered, randomly pressing keys to get the feel of it. "If I wanted to 'write' to someone, I'd write a letter... not... this..." he starting punching out random phrases, slowing as he had to bring the phone up inches in front of his face so that he could see the tiny little letters that were on the buttons themselves.
He wasn't upset, he was just confused, if a little frustrated with all of this.
((Short due to going to bed c: Ffff... All my characters come from the late 50's btw... hence how... stupid Faithy is acting x3 Ffff g'night!~))
"Here," he blinked, parting
Well, not unless Faith threw it across the room or something, but if they trusted each other, then this should be fine. Besides, it was fun; he was used to having people be confused about new technology because the majority of the people he knew were the exact same way.
"Oh?...I won't pressure you"
He was just a cheerful person, Naive, yes, but cheerful all the more for it all.
"oh! s-sorry about rushing over your gate by the way, I thought maybe you were havin' a heart attack or somethin'" he admitted, giving a blush and a small laugh.
HerHer~ He silently watched
He silently watched as his hands were manipulated to type out an actual word on-screen, eyes widening in child-like amazement. "That's... wow..." he breathed, resuming his pressing of random buttons only for the weird sensation that went with it. "It... looks so fragile, though..." he mused, stopping his button-pressing spree just to look it over with silent wonder.
The explanation of what the internet was only confused him all the more, but he let the topic of it fade from his own mind. After much examination, he figured out how to shut it, practially beaming with pride as he handed it back over. "Uhm... I'm afraid I might do something wrong, so I'll just give it back... I don't want to break something of yours." he mumbled, letting his own free hands resume twiddling with eachother in his lap.
---
Brighty~
Well, yes... not really a 'heart-attack'... just... ah... something different. Something worse.
"I-It's okay..." he mumbled, voice fizzing and cracking as he spoke, like a typical sick person, only a tad worse. "W-Whoe are you?" he asked.
In the past, he would have prompted ordered him out... but now? He seemed to not mind the company of strangers like he had before...
((Blahhh fail posts... I'm sorry *waking up* ;; ))
The taller smiled kindly as
It took a minute, but he eventually had that same search engine up. "Right, um... this is the internet, basically. You can go to any site you want and look up absolutely anything, and there's always an answer somewhere. It's amazing, and world-wide--I don't know how to explain it," he repeated despite his attempt. That, or he got shy of his accent coming out more again as he tried being technical.
He itched his nose before typing in Bartleby, blinking at the results. About three quarters of them included the same story of "Bartleby, the Scrivener", and Code made a mental note to read that later either as a joke or as something to take seriously. ...Probably not the former. And since the other come-ups didn't deem too interesting otherwise, he passed the computer off into Faith's lap instead with the type cursor blinking in the search bar.
"Here, try searching something."
"A computer?" Faith could
He listened to Code's explanations with silence, nodding every so often to assert that he gotten the point, even when he really didn't. He watched as his own last name was typed up, observing as a list of various pieces of text popped up. Some words underlined and colored blue, which Faith took to be the 'sites' that Code was talking about... Huh... There was a story character that had his name? Maybe he could ask the redhead if he could read that later on...
...Although his trail of thought was quickly interrupted when the laptop was promptly placed on his lap, his own mouth opening in silent protest. Yes, he was curious and wanted to 'try it out'... but what if he touched it wrong? What if he broke it by accident? Sure, he could always buy Code a new one if he did break it, but he didn't want to appear careless.
He sucked in his lip, and gently, very gently, placed his bare hands on the keyboard (for he had removed his gloves when the phone had been handed to him). What to 'search' for, though?
...Hm...
He chose to go with typing in the names of his own friends, first starting with Jergens. With painfully slow movements, he used one finger to type each letter, constantly searching around the keyboard for the one he needed until he finally got it, mimicking Code by pressing the 'enter' key when he had finished.
Of course what came up was fairly obvious, so he typed in all the other names that he knew... Alaska (the results of which were, of course, obvious as well), Kylar (nothing all that interesting for him), and Malware (what came up for him simply made no sense)...
Finally, he slowly typed in Code's name in the entirety that Faith knew, pressing the key once more and wondering what would come up. He didn't know it, but as he was playing with it, a sort of childish smile had stretched up his lips.
((Ew long and hardly any talking bleh ;; ))
Code Kulpa... For the first
For the first time in his life, he was nothing but proud of Ein having given him a name not connected to his mother and father. And with that, two different entities altogether--there were so many ways you could have attempted to search for Code's name relating to things yet none brought up anything that made sense, because it was all a mixture of... well, stuff. Lies.
Even his real full name was nothing to Google. The Lapidarian Legion was far too smart to let it have any results giving away identity--and for this reason, the Lithuanian had no problem at all about what Faith was attempting. (However, Google.lt might have been another story...) "No porn of me on there, sorry," he chortled.
He sat back, crossing his ankles while taking another drink of his water as he contemplated what he could show Faith next. Anything that would get him to stop typing, anyway; watching him do that was extremely hard not to laugh out loud to without seeming rude. So slow... it was almost a joke...
YouTube? But then Faith might click on his username and discover his favorites list. Nononono.
Not YouTube, then; definitely not YouTube.
He didn't do too much on the laptop otherwise, so he simply asked while blinking at the screen, "Want to actually try clicking on something? Maybe we'll find a website you like."
"Porn?" the blonde-haired
A website? Was that a longer word for 'site'? More than likely... He swung his head back round to the red-head next to him, lip in mouth again. "...But... What on Eath should I 'click' on? There's... There's so much!" he breathed, clearly overwhelmed with all this new technology being thrust at him.
He looked at the list that had popped up in front of him, and upon finding nothing of interest, typed his first name rather than his last, looking over the list and pausing to find two YouTube links with two little pictures at the bottom.
"These blocks of words look different..." he mused, constantly casting glances back at his teacher, wondering if he was doing the 'right thing' with it.
((Lolfail post and late... ;; Sorry... Bit of a hectic day today fff...))
"Geez, calm down a
--and then he had to just laugh openly at how he mentioned being totally Heaven-sent about the prospect of porn. Code was smart enough to shove the topic aside left alone should Jergens find him out for having mentioned it, but it was nothing but hilarious either way. "Nevermind," he muttered through a chuckle.
Leaning over the other a bit to have a better peek at the screen, he blinked, pressing two lips together at the sight of YouTube and Google Image searches having cut into the middle of the other results. "YouTube links. That's a site with--where you search for videos, or... music. Both." Damn that explanation for sounding entertaining, too, but he couldn't lie about it; if Faith wanted to try it out, then God be willing, he just had to pray he wouldn't bother with his account drop-down list. Favorites... no, thank you. "And the images are a part of the search engine you're using. This one is called Google, but there's others; so you can look up pictures, too."
Don't click on YouTube, don't click on YouTube....
(( it's okay 8D I'll be slow responding this weekend, too ;; ))
He huffed a little, cheeks
Videos and music? Well... he didn't know what a 'video' was, but the music aspect of that certainly cought his attention, really only because it was something that he actually knew about rather than bumbled over.
So, he mimicked Code's actions in 'clicking', sliding around the crusor with some unsteadiness at first before he clicked on the link to that one site that caught his fancy, although it was, frankly, quite obvious that he had no earthly idea on what exactly he was doing.
...So he just clicked on everything in site, wondering what would happen, where they would lead him.
So confusing...
((Completely understandable ;; ))
A half smile as he shook his
--Code leaned over Faith's lap of a sudden to take his hands off the keyboard, placing his own there to drag the mouse over into the search bar instead of over his username. "Sorry," he chuckled nervously, "this is where you search for videos." Maybe his own prayers for having that certain page discovered were backfiring on him without any luck at all.
"Come to think of it, I could probably show you a few fencing videos later. Just to let you see how it's done while I point things out." He sat back so that he wasn't half atop Faith then, instead just pressing their shoulders together as he continued to peek at he screen. "Good thing I thought of showing you this, then, huh~? It'll be really useful for us. I'll teach you, don't worry."
(( short morning fail again 8DDD ))
"You're a piece of work
"Mmm... This is... confusing." he mused, simply playing around with the mouse on the screen for a while, like a little kid would do.
He looked back up at Code's face at the new offer he gave, eyes widening at the mere mention of the word. "Oh yes!" he clenched his hands together, smiling. "You don't have to teach me, though... I'm rather overwhelmed as it is..." he admitted with a shy laugh.
((That's okay! I just... fail x'3))
"My account stuff," he
Well, he had to be truthful. He had doubts that Faith would want to bother snooping through such a page, anyhow, so he just had to keep hoping that his false luck would hold out as he continued with a grin, "Overwhelmed, as in... with time? No worries; we have all the time in the world, Faith. I'll make you a master of fencing." He poked the other lightly in the shoulder at his last sentence before chuckling sweetly again, taking another sip of water as he sat back to let the blond continue exploring with video links. He'd figure things out easily once he dared to actually use the mouse pad's buttons.
"Don't be afraid."
And those words... oddly, they were meant to be used and taken to heart in numerous ways despite their guise of being uttered for the encouragement of Faith's computer learning.
Don't be afraid...
"Time?" he chuckled sadly,
"Oh! Well... I have no idea what to search for... Really. So maybe you can show me some of what you've seen?" he politely asked, hovering the crusor over the account link and pausing. Now... which was the button to click? Left or right? There were two of them... Hmm...
He poked the left button, hoping that was right one, as there was nothing he hated more than looking like a fool.
((fffffshort I'm sorry ;; ))
"Oh-- ah, here!" He again
He again leaned over to take the keyboard, returning to the Search bar before anything on his Favorites list was discovered. This was getting too close to call, now; and it's not like there was anything worth being so flippant about, but when it came to his... polka... he was nothing but embarrassed.
fencing was typed in before hitting Enter, and he then leaned back to let Faith try this again. At least this time he had results to pick through. Poker faced.
(( EVEN SHORTAR also lol at you trying to find Code's favorites ;D I see what you're doing here, I SEE IT ))
"W-Wait... What?" The rustle
Faith didn't exactly like it when people hid things from him. If anything, Code's sudden act made him all the more rebelious and stubborn.
Still... He didn't see any reason for Code to be hiding things from him. So what was there to be upset about?
...
Maybe he should have hit the right button instead. Maybe he did something wrong. Maybe he had broken something. Maybe he had offended his friend over his own actions. Maybemaybemaybe...
His paranoid mindset started to kick in, and he looked over the red-head with wide, oddly frightened eyes.
"Did... Did I do something wrong? I didn't break it, did I? It looks fine..." he mumbled, putting a hand to his chest as he felt his heart rate go up a bit.
((WHOOOFAIL. :'D Pfft... it's like you were holding up a stick on a string with a steak on it's hook... ;w; Can't resist... Aww... Polka C': ))
Yes, you got too close to
Hovering, he clicked on this first link, which he'd seen numerous times before--the collection of routines in the Olympics short enough to keep interest. The music just made it seem much more bad-ass than it already was, but he kept it quiet with lower volume to be sure he could comment over it. "Can't wait to show you all this, though~!"
Despite his blush making his lingering nervousness obvious, he tried shying away from his account page by any means. Still. He was on guard, yet outwardly chipper about teaching Faith simultaneously about sport terms and internet shortcuts.
True... But even Faith, as
"O-Okay... But I'm still curious... After all, if I don't know what you like, how will I get you good Christmas or birthday gifts?~" he smiled, knowing full well how weak that argument was, but keeping to the sweet, innocent persona that he had so that, quite possibly, he could have his way. "I'm just thinking ahead, of course." he laughed softly, making full use of the charm he had.
Ah well, the video itself would do more than interest him, but amaze him as well. "It's in color..." he gasped, watching it run, eyes wide with child-like wonder. That just showed how out-of-date he really was. He had a black and white T.V back at his own house, but it was shoved away in one of the guest rooms, and Bartleby himself never really had time to go about in watching it.
"Mhm~ I look forward to it, too..." he sighed contently. After all, he had only read a few stories and books that involved fencing. He had never actually seen it, and that only made him all the more excited.
(( OH GOD I IMAGINED I
"I don't need anything for Christmas or my birthday; you've given me plenty already. Besides, there's ways to know what I like besides poking around my YouTube page." He leaned in to press another quick kiss against Faith's cheek, mostly because he was just a physical sort of person and had an excuse to, but also because he knew it got the other hot in the face. Which would hopefully keep him quiet and seal the whole Favorites page ordeal.
After giving another chuckle, he stood up, finishing his water before stretching and leaving without a word to throw it away and search for his foil.
From another room, he called in all that accented glory triumphant, "So how are we going to set up your schedule for our fencing lessons? Or when did you want to start, anyway...?" Hopping, he bounded back into the living room, giving Faith's shoulder a light poke with the bendable blade in a very eager grin. "I have my uniform ready for you, too!"
Don't be afraid...
((Don't apologize! :< I
Damn...
If anything, his own begging seemed to backfire in on itself, which left a very defeated Faith in the dust of second place. "B-But..." he stammered, immediantly lurched into silence at all the close physical contact and such. With swift movements, he took the computer off his his lap to the previously occupied seat beside of himself, taking his fuzzy gloves to slide back onto his now horridly chilled hands, pausing when he heard Code ask his own question.
"Uhm... I don't..." he flinched in surprise when he felt the tip of the blade tap against his covered shoulder, coated as it was. With wide, frightened eyes, he stared down at it, absent-mindedly fingering the frayed ends of his scarf in worry.
"Maybe..." he stuttered off, awkwardly tilted his head this way and that to look around the room. Second thoughts? Well... yes... After seeing how it actually worked, the very thought of him prancing around with a flexible, needly blade almost seemed absurd.
"M-Maybe... next week? O-Or maybe..." he faded off, hands twisting and tying with one another.
If Code let him, he would probably keep putting it off when asked... Worrying thing that he was.
(( HOLY CRAP sorry I'm so
((It's alright~ Seriously,
There was no mistaking how
"Can I ask you something?" Firstly, he placed a hand over one of the others gloved palms to cock his head at it, suddenly ignoring all the other training he had looked forward to. "I've gotten the hunch lately that you're really not in good health; and I don't want to have to end up pressing it by having you run around my apartment with a blade. I guess I've only just realized what a stupid idea it is; especially with the risk of you bleeding, but... really, are you okay?"
Olive eyes peered up with a shine into blue, flitting from iris to iris with parted lips as he quieted. "And I ask that in ... every definition there is. Not just health."
The expression Code wore was almost unexplainable, although in the thinnest way possible, it could be described as laden with cared worry.
"Uhm..." he wrenched his
But was he 'okay'? The honest truth was, he simply didn't know.
"I... I really want to do this. I really do!" he looked up at Code's face for once, olive eyes laced with supreme longing. "I'm just cowardly... he sighed, leaning against him, half-closing his eyes.
Despite the face that he had danced around the question itself rather than answer it, he stopped there, thinking that to be enough.
Sensing just how cold Faith
He started up a very calm rocking left and right. "You're like an older brother. Even though you're shorter," he chuckled, "I'll be your shield. As cheesy as that is... I'm serious, okay?"
The Lithuanian had to take a moment for Faith to soak up all this closeness solely so he could heat up--yet the silence now was also for him to think through. Teaching Faith how to fence... was it really right? Shoving all these different opportunities for him to bleed in his face at once no doubt was dangerous, and Jergens would choke a bitch, but ... the desire to teach this man something for self-defense was so much more important.
He'd do it if Faith wanted.
(( /BRAINDIE my friends are totally distracting me behind my back LOLF ))
So much sudden warmth... it
A shield? But... so many acted as his 'shield' already... How many bodyguards does one person need? "Um... Th-Thanks... but... you don't..." he stammered, almost slurring over his words over how much more comfortable he was. So warm... So warm...
He stayed silent for a little while, thinking and pondering to himself.
"I... I would very much like to see all the flowers in my garden bloom again..." he finally mumbled, lifting a hand to place against Code's heart, childishly clutching his shirt.
"I'm... I'm a coward." he lastly stated, in a most unusually blunt manner. Though Faith himself said nothing more. He simply let that statement interpret itself.
((Lawl, oh u :'3))
EDIT: Attempting to revive the blog... don't mind me :3
Bump? ;;
[*Shytrack* May Rev....
Kahlan and Jerg? If yes,
If yes, can you start? I'm feeling kind of lazy today.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
[EDITEDIT: Holy carp I can't
RevRev~ ((Of course! Don't be
---
Mick~ ((Of course~))
Goddammit... gonna storm...
Indeed, he didn't need a friggen itch in his knee to know that it was gonna storm. It was pretty damn obvious what with the swirly grey overcast and all. It hadn't started raining yet... but there were some few good rounds of thunder that bowled through. Some good enough to make him jump. Although it wasn't all that bad, the storm anyway.
What was bad was that there was no one to steal from.
Everyone that fled past him as he took a lesiurely walk down the sidewalk were either wearinf heavy raincoats or moving too fast to see where they're wallets might have been. A pain, really.
Sighing in defeat, he chose a nice rock wall to sit against, sliding down easily to the ground and binging up his legs to hug his knees.
Goodygoody, today was just going to be absolutely miserable...
((fail intro... but I always fail at them~))
[I would prefer HumanJerg,
((Oh pfft, I don't do any of
A little drop of water
She lifted her dress a little, so that it was easier for her to run towards her home. Luckily, she was being saved from most of the rain by the fact that she was running throgh semi enclosed areas, there were a lot of shops that had little dressings that came out and protected her from the rain. She was a sight to behold if you actually saw her, a girl, who looked almost like a bride except too plain, running through the street, getting wetter and wetter as she went.
That first little droplet hung to her, carressing her skin, like a gentle lover would, however, it was much more devious than that. Somehow, she guessed, it knew that she didn't like it, that she wanted it gone, and yet it remained, clinging to her, as a babe might cling to it's mother.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
[If you would, I would be
Mick~ Jergens had seen his
Jergens had seen his fair share of weirdos in his day. Hell, he grew up in mothereffin NEW YORK. The one place that had everything that your mother told you to keep away from.
And he was one of these people.
What was better was that he had been feeling a bit lonely, and this chick seemed to look like she'd be fun to screw around with. No, not like that. The devious redhead sitting against the wall just wanted to mentally twist her, like he did with most people that gave him bad vibes.
"Hey, usually normal peeps carry and umbrella or a coat or somethin', y'know?" he called out, husky voice ringing clear even as a plethora of droplets banged against the concrete, soaking his curly hair and clothes. He didn't seem to mind any, though. After all, unlike her, he was wearing a fairly heavy army green hoodie... instead of a plain skimpy dress.
[Also - did you want to RP on
[it isn't exactly skimpy,
She wasn't in the mood to listen to some smart alec comments just now, the rain was making sure that she was like that. So in response, the guy got a blow to the left arm, though not a physical one. She just for a second, blocked every vein. It was a quite painful, though not really the worst that she could do. It was pretty tame.
"Fuck off," She said irritately.
The rain was putting her right out of character, normally she would have done nothing about the smart alec guy and simply continued on, but she was wet and cold, and that made her angry. Time to have some fun she thought, as she moved to keep going, but lingered a few seconds. It was a dare, a dare to say more, to start a verbal fight with her.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Rev~ ((S'coo~ I can juggle
"Oi, man. Offer a tissue? C'mon..." a rather snotty faced man prodded a younger looking guy, only to earn himself a frightened stare and stiff walking away of a farewell. Wow... wasn't like he had the plague or anythin'...
God, he hated allergy season, especially since he couldn't hole up somewhere sawy from all the pollen. Ewewew... Not at all fun... Specially since his nose was a working snot factory... and he didn't have tissues.
It was gross, but his only realy asset was a now crusted sleeve that he would blow his nose into. Yeah, pleasant, right? Welcome to the world of the homeless, my dear. Be grateful he even had a long sleeve shirt to begin with.
His name was Jergens, and at the moment, he was not a happy camper.
---
Mick~ ((Oh, I know... Jerg is kinda a prude with those kind of things though. Not my opinion ;; huuuu))
The sudden pain in his arm made his eyes widen a bit, and he quickly grabbed at it... but that was the only real indication of pain that he gave, everything else about his face was completely indifferent, just that same, cocky grin.
After all, he had often been a pretty good actor.
"Oh that's cute." he chuckled, sliding up the back of the wall so that he could meet her eyes, being the type that didn't like to be looked down upon, but still holding his arm, rubbing it slightly.
"So yeah, ya wanna catch a cold, or what? Or are ya too poor to get yerself a friggen rain jacket?" he slowly removed his hand, still feeling that odd pounding sensation in his arm... but showing no physical signs that it really hurt him any.
Revtheyr was about to set
Quietly, as to not draw attention to himself, he set down the pack on his back, and rummaged into it. He always came prepared when he danced here. Pulling the zipper, he found what he was looking for, and removed the items. A blanket, a thermos full of hot soup, a spare sweater, and a box of tissue. Well, he had another one tucked into the front of the pack as well - seeing as it WAS when people's allergies started acting up... and Cell was no exception. He had to be ready.
The items gathered, he zipped the pack again, put it against the wall, and moved over to the homeless boy with a soft smile.
"I couldn't help notice that you look a bit poorly... I have a box of tissues..."
He held them out. "And a sweater and blanket. It IS cold out here...."
Rev~ Wait, what? Surely he
Wait, what?
Surely he must have been hallucinating, maybe it was those mushroom he had taken a nibble of on the side street earlier... starting to take effect, maybe.
Was there seriously a random young man (cuuuute too) giving him tissues and overall warmth? He stared at him for a little bit, hazel eyes widened with complete astonishment.
"Wow... Th-Thanks, man..." he mumbled, quickly grabbing a tissue to full-heartedly blow his nose into, further expressing his gratitude as a result. "That's so nice of ya..." he blinked his teared up eyes a bit, looking at him with a warm grin before eying his pack with mild curiosity.
Wonder what he's got in there...
Still, he quickly snapped his head back and gratefully took the blanket and sweater. "The hell, man? Yer such a lifesaver... didn't think people like ya existed these days, y'know?" he draped them both across his lap, really not wanting to dirty them with his own shoddy clothing.
"Name's Jergens." he introduced, placing a modest hand to his breast. "Thanks fer bein' a nice guy. Not that many of ya round' here..." he mused.
The boy with the honey-brown
He fussed over the boy a bit, dragging over the pack, and sitting down beside the ill one. He pulled out the thermos, uncapping it. "Do you like chicken noodle?" he asked, pouring some into the cap. "I've got tomato, too - but you don't look much like a 'tomato' person to me... If you'll pardon my saying so."
Quietly, he poured himself some of the soup into another container he'd brought for the purpose, and offered the cap full of soup to the boy. "It's homemade. I may be a lousy housekeeper... but Cell's quite a cook. Cell's my mate - I live with him in the inner city. Just south of White Forest Estates."
Rev~ ...Well now! Wasn't
...Well now! Wasn't that odd...
Then again, Jergens himself wasn't new to the supernatural. After all, he had known not only a man with eyes that swirled colors, but even a fairy as well (best not to go into that story). So really, the sudden appearence of... whatever the hell that was, didn't really all surprise him. Rather, he just grinned even more.
"Yeah, yer... heh... I've met some oddies like ya before. Guess I should call the loony bin by now~" he chuckled warmly, leaning against the wall with a sort of serene expression on his face, half-closing his eyes as he listened to his new caretaker rummage around.
Soup, too? Whatta guy... "Not a tomato guy?" he couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of that. "It's the hair, isn't it?" to emphasize his point, he ran a hand through his own curly locks of scarlet, sighing a bit as he gratefully took the cap of soup, bringing it up to his chapped lips...
...Mate?
He stopped, thinking for a moment before taking a few cautious sips. Ah well... be too good to be true if he could flirt, anyway...
Rev chuckled a bit, and
He tapped his chin a bit, and thought. If this boy said yes, he'd be able to take care of several things that needed to be done at once. Of course... he'd offer a major choice...
"I hate to be abrupt, really I do - but are you currently searching for a place to live?" he asked, taking a sip of his own soup. It was delicious... good ol' Cell! "We've got a big home, due to some strings I pulled... I would be honored if you'd consider living with us. Hey.. I'll even PAY you if you can stand to babysit Lyric... err... my child... while I'm off dancing for money..."
His pink eyes lifted to meet those of the homeless boy. Oh, but he was hoping the answer was yes... They needed a house-guest.. someone to add into their family. Maybe, even, someone to dote on. And here was the perfect opportunity. And if he could get a babysitter for Lyric? All the better.
"Of course, you don't have to answer right-away. I mean, I know things can get hectic out here, and you probably need some time to think about it... But again - I'd be honored."
Cell had always told him to speak his mind, and to stay his compassionate self... Hence, he wouldn't mind Rev solving the housemate problem while out working, right?
[EDIT: Can I please have your MSN? I'd like to ask you something 'in-person'. XD]
Rev~ ((Sure~ it's
"Hn, that's nice..." Jergens mumbled, a bit downcast now. After all... it had only been a few months after Faith had died... hn...
Though the sudden opportunity for him to gain a home suddenly crashed at him like a huge wave of opportunities. For a while he simply sat there, completely at a loss for words despite the past reputation of his quicksilver tongue.
"I... Seriously... Really... Oh god... wow..." he placed a hand to his snot-crusted face, staring off to just... think.
Oh, babysitting? No problem. Jergens had taken care of kids before, and they seemed to gravitate towards him like magnets to a fridge, Why? Hell if he knew, but he liked them... and often tended to wish for offspring of his own.
Of course, that would just be impossible unless he adopted like this guy did (of course, how else could they have a kid?)
"I dunno..." he finally mumbled, looking over at him with a sort of melancholic smile. "I mean, I like kids, don't get me wrong... but... maybe if I saw yer place or somethin'. I dunno... I mean, ya don't know much about me... how can ya trust me?"
So true.