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"If I told you A secret, you'd understand why things are they way they are
If I told you MY secret, you'd understand why I am the way I am
But if I told you THE secret, you'd understand what I expected"
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Ⅰ →Did you ever have those moments where the world seemed to be against you? Yeah. This was Alex's moment. This a** of a man was making him STAY with this girl, who was obviously more trouble than she was worth, that was for sure. Whether she liked it or not. But then again, could he really blame her? Alex to the time to really think about her situation- though he would never admit openly that he did so. Watching curiously as her french accent leaked out in anger, a small smile spread across his face. She was definitely adorable when she got angry, he'd give her that much. But back to the point. She had to of been kidnapped sooner or later. But how long ago? If what this man was saying, was true. Then this was some girl trapped in some sort of...magic? He had no other way to describe it. She was obviously transformed into a fox. And it was against her will, if she had such a reaction to Kirito as just now. So, what was her story? Where did she come from? He admitted that their meeting was a little...hectic. But, like he had explained before, not every day a fox turns into a naked woman. But now he was curious about the woman before him. Was she French? Well, obviously, but did she live in France all her life? Did she have family? How old was she? What school did she go too? What was her background like? She have a rich family? Did she do a lot in school? Just, normal things you would know about a person, he knew nothing. She was a ghost to him, and probably to the rest of the world as it were. So, she would obviously want to try and reconnect with her family if at all possible. He felt pity for her. He thought that HE had the short end of the stick, oh no, this girl definitely got shafted in the long run. She pretty much lost everything with this. Her family, friends, and life. All gone, unless she could get it back, in which case he would gladly help. Save him the hassle of having to hear her complain about him in the next few days.
Ⅱ →That didn't change the sorrow he felt for her. For a few moments, he let his face soften a bit, a hint of sympathy leaked out of his naturally stone exterior. And then it vanished. A hint gone in the wind. As the way of life with Alex and his feelings. Sarcasm and Cockiness, that's all you were gonna get out of him. In any case, he looked Clara up and down, noting the features and letting her vent. Man, the angrier she got, the more that accent came out. He had to admit, it was getting pretty cute. But he'd keep that to himself, lest he let on that he actually liked this girl- no matter how frustrating she was turning out to be. While she continued to insult him, Alex looked back down at the letter and read it again, his eyes scanning over for anything that could have been missed, a little bit dismissive of the girl that stood before him. I wonder if there is something more to this than just a perverse sense of enjoyment. Maybe an end goal. And, other owners with their pets? So, I'm obviously not the only one. Hopefully this isn't the start of some underground fight club... he thought to himself, a little bit of concern ringing out as he did so. His face contorted into thought before he realized that she had stopped talking, and he actually asked him two questions in the time he took to be thinking and contemplating and scheming. Well. This was awkward. Struggling to remember what exactly she asked him, he blink a few moments. Oh, yes. Computer. Clothing. That would be very helpful, wouldn't it. Well, honestly, he probably could just go out and grab her something. The mall was literally down the street, nothing to big. And she would have something for today instead of having to wear his clothes. Not that it wasn't a bit comical to see in the first place. "Yeah, er. Follow me." Alex said. His guard dropped slightly as he calmly and gently reached out and grabbed her hand. Leading her back to his room he pulled out his lab top, bought with his own money, he might brag, and opened it- setting her up with whatever she needed. "Just put it on my card, whatever you get. I've got enough to spare at the moment. After you get done with that, let me know, we'll head to the mall and pick you out something actually fitting for today. My 'truce' attempt." he said, his voice taking a more melodic and mellow tune as opposed to the harsh sarcastic tones he used earlier.
Ⅲ →He actually had plenty of sarcastic remarks to say to her earlier comments, but he was to engrossed in his mental break-down of the situation involving tomorrow. It's not like he was able to just drop out of high school right now, right? Or had he already transferred the forms necessary for that? Was that even possible? No way. And furthermore, how would he explain this to his parents? It's one thing to say you want to transfer schools, but it's completely different to say that you are doing it because you bought a fox that just so happened to transform into a girl when you say her human name. Which reminded him. Kirito did state that they needed to set that entire thing up, right? A word to be used for their transformation? It only works once, and once they set it..well..that's that. So, he should probably leave the decision up to Miss Saucy pants over there. She was still staring at him expecting something. Oh yeah. His name..family. Age. All that jazz. Right. Well, he would just have to tell her all about him. He didn't know if he wanted to be cocky and arrogant with this girl; even though that was just him in general. She seemed to be pretty with it. Not the usual cream of the crop as it were. No, she wasn't buying it. Probably a woman of action more than anything. That being said, he would tone it down a bit, just to be on the safe side. Not that it would make much of a difference. They were two VERY different people. That much was for sure, and this little exchange would only get worse as they went on. But he wouldn't be the one back down. Oh no. He would not be.
Ⅳ →Hm. So, his name right? "My name's Aleksei Krylo. And if you haven't noticed. I'm Russian. I'm really hoping you caught on to that from the accent, because if you didn't? Well..then there's no helping you. As for parents? Yes. I have parents. I didn't sprout from the ground by some sort of evil Witch Doctor magic..though I'm sure you know all about that. They just both have very pressing jobs. Hard to be home when you're building stuff all day, or sitting in the ER with patients. So, this is what you've got. A large house, and me. I know, it's what you've always dreamed of. Handsome man. Big house. Dream life, right?" he retorted, giving a little bit of sarcasm at the end. Though, he was still way to preoccupied with the 'Academy' thoughts to be fully into the answer, so it may have sounded a little dismissive. As soon as he finished his monologue, he looked up at her. His eyes adjusted to the new lighting and he scrunched his nose, taking in a deep breath. What was he going to do with her. They were bound together by some sort of ill-fated luck. So, she was pretty much stuck with him. Maybe there was common ground they could get too before she ended up smothering him in his sleep. She seemed like the homicidal type.
Ⅴ →Pushing himself off of the dresser he was leaned against, Alex slowly thought about what he had just told her. Huh. He was home alone a lot, wasn't he. That was a little more depressing than he expected. In fact, he tried to remember when was the last time he hadn't cooked his own food for supper, or breakfast. Or not taken care of himself for that matter. He bit his lower lip slowly, his hand reaching up to twirl a strand from his bangs absentmindedly. Wait. Whoa. Why was he getting depressed. There was NO time for that nonsense. He spun on his heal and dropped the letter on the pile of other mail he had gotten from colleges and useless places; then turned to face Clara once more. "Now my turn, Frenchie. Family? Were you in grade school when he got a hold of you?" he asked, noting how young she looked. She looked like she was at least 15, but he could see her being as old as 17 to be honest. Whatever the case had been, he wanted to know about her past life- if she even remembered it that is.
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Ȯut, Ȯf, ϾHOCOLATE ; No I'm pressured to make you laugh with each post (; noted. Oh well, just so happened you picked a great partner, then! xD
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