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"Huh, nice name. It sounds familiar." Finn tilted his head like a dog hearing a strange sound, showing off his skill: his density.

Finn was moderately surprised when he was hoisted up, but he had learned quickly, which was quite the feat for Finn, to expect just about anything from Jergens. He glared at the man who had just messed up his already incredibly messy hair, and strolled to the opposite side of the room without speaking, where he turned around to face Jergens. "Okay, here I go..." He spoke quietly, beginning to cross the room.

Cap'n~ ((Oh hai back naow. and don't be surprised if another brand of lotion pops up sometime))

Aveeno kept limping backwards, one leg hopping while the other hopped passively in front of him. To the heartless, it was actually rather comical. Several times he tripped on his long, trailing locks of red fur, but he never fell.

He knew that his dislike of Jergens and his homophobic tendencies were childish. But... when he was little, his parents drilled their own hatred so hard into him that he couldn't think otherwise.

"Don't touch me... Don't even get near me..." he whispered, his emotions conflicting with one another.

"Our family affairs are none of yer buisness." he lowered his antlers at the blue fawn, trying to threaten him, but it seemed obvious that he wouldn't even attempt attacking him.

If he did, Jergens would more than likely tear him apart.

There would be no mercy in this case.

((Going in order, guyz. Hang on...))

Wish smiled and noded "Yeah I cant make people like me"! he looked around as it dry up Blue, his kitten slipped out of his poket again and began to poke around

The cat oked at his fingers with his nose befor rubbing against his hand purring. Wish suddenly shot to his feet and froze looking over his shoulder. He grabbedhis bag and cat and dashed into the bushes on the other side befor tearing up the nearest tree. Two police men appered.

Willykins~

Jergens watched them run off, a look of stupid surprise on his face before he looked back over and saw the two approaching policeman. Even for Jergens, it was easy for him to piece it all together.

This boy had murdered people. Of course he would have the fuzz on his ass. Jergens looked at them both and grabbed his change jar, jingling it to catch their attention.

"Hello thar, officers, Spare a quarter for the homeless? Being such wonderful upholders of the law, of course you wouldn't mind, right?" he stalled, hoping that the boy would take advantage and hide himself better.

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FofoJi~ ((Oh God you are just... so evil x'D))

Being the kind and patient fellow that he was, Jergens promptly freaked out when she started to cry. Great... where was Joro when you needed her?

"Hey squirt... Come on, it's alright..." he tried to sooth her, gently nudging her fuzzy side before a sudden idea flashed in his mind.

He looked around to make sure no one... absolutly NO one was around... And, oddly enough, started to sing to her. It was just a bunch of nonsense words to a silly tune that he had heard before, but it wasn't bad. Jergens wasn't a really good singer, but he could be passible if he had to be.

Willykins~

Jergens put a finger to his lips, acting as if deep in thought... before snapping his fingers and ginning brightly at them.

"Little lost kid? About yay high?" he put his hand up at Wish's relative height. "Spiked hair? All around weirdness? Yeah, go down and take a right. i saw him runnin' that way." Being in danger most of his life, he had grown to be an excellent actor. One would have to admit that he could be pretty damn convincing.

Wllykins~

Jergens just laughed and ruffled his hair. "Still learning the ropes then, I see..." he remembered when he had started stealing. Some of the times he had gotten pretty damn close to getting caught, but he never had.

"Hm... Ya wanna let me teach ya how to pick pockets? Or can ya already do that?" he asked, quite eager to show off his own talents.

((... Jergy would make a terrible father...))

((fff...))

Jergens frowned in dissaproval. "Just because it's pretty dosen't mean that it's going to help you survive." he scolded. Yes, Jergens enjoyed stealing. Hell, he was a regular kleptomaniac. And for that reason alone was why he looked at Wish with dissaproval. He didn't want this kid to be as messed up as he was.

"Steal things that help ya survive. Wallets, for example, have money. Money buys food and clothing. Things that you need not that you want" he looked at him sternly and easily snatched the necklace from the boy's grasp.

"We're going back to where ya got that. We're going to give it back. And then I'll teach ya how to be a pickpocket. Once ya get enough money to pay for it, you can buy it." he nodded his head, delcaring it so.

"..."

He twitched and quickly tossed it back to him, suddenly remembering that this child was a murderer. "Ya know... On second thought... Just keep it." he smiled uneasily, hoping that his throat wouldn't get torn out or something.

Jergens flinched and glanced around them for the voice's source. The hell? That voice... Was it encouraging him to get his ass handed to him?

He felt overpowered by it as the voice incessantly pounded in his head. Yes, whoever the Hell that voice was... She was right. This kid needed to be taught a lesson.

He grabbed the necklace again and swiftly placed it around his own neck before grabbing Wish's hand and forcing him up. "Whos the adult here, kid? You or me? Don't act like a brat." and with this, he pulled the kid behind him.

He had seen similar necklaces in a window of one the jewery shops down the road. Not far. Easy walking distance.

He would get there.

He hoped.

Jebass... What the hell is wrong with this kid?

He didn't hurt him though, and his hissing only earned him a painful tug to keep walking. "Is this how ya treat people who saved you? If it wasn't for me kid, you'd with those cops by now..." He knew he was being harsh, but really... What else could he do?

"It's not very nice to hiss at people who've treated ya nice..." he whispered.

Jergens was not a physically strong person. The sole reason being his lack of proper meals throughout his life.

Still, despite this, he edged on, straining against the little boy that held him back. He was almost there.

He yelped in surprise when he felt the claws, but that only made him go faster.

Almost there... Just one more block...

Jergens could almost feel the claws breaking into his skin. He ignored it, focused his attention on the appearing shop in front of them, and kept walking.

"Kid... I'm not a good person. I never was. I steal for fun, and I'll admit that. I don't want ya to turn out like me... Steal money and food, by all means. But worthless trinkets are not going to help you in this godforsaken hellhole." he muttered.

I can see it now... Almost...

Wish suddenly froze, not that he had been tryin to walk in the first place. Kylar. This man reminded him of Kylar,bad past strong futer...fixing the wrongs that he himself had done. With the thoughts of the one person in the whole world Wish Loved..all the anger drained from him, his claws sliping back to a little over average sized, his fangs pulliing up back to there former place. The red drained though it was quickly replaced by a deep sad blue..and tears began to roll down his face. He started to walk with the man now, though his steps where heavy and bouncing. He whimmpered completely unhappy with the moment.

Willykins~

The change was so obvious that Jergens already had kneeled in front of him, his own eyes carrying a melancholy look. "Look kid, I don't know what's wrong with ya, but we need to fix it, okay?" he put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"If ya strat crying on me, then I'll think it's my fault." he tilted his head.

"Is is my fault?"

Wish whimppered again tears falling faster the he opened his mouth "Iiiiiiimmmmm ssssssssssssooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy" he wailed tears falling faster as he head fell back a little his body becoming wrecked with sobs.

The tiny blue creature took a step back.

"...why do you hate me?...you didn't hate me before you knew about me and Jergens" he took a hesitant step foreward, holding himself low, like a dog that had knocked over the garbage and was now pleading forgiveness.

"I'm not different or anything just because of my orient-t-tation" he stuttered softly, large ears flopping a bit as he tilted his head.

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