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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich sat at the edge of a hospital bed, peering down at its occupier. The woman laying on the bed looked both dazed and confused, as if wondering where she was or who was around her. She mumbled inaudible things, almost like a baby, to which the young but tall detective would reply with curt nods. Despite her almost childish behavior, she bared some resemblance to the visitor. Her hair was as dark as his, and it was clear that at one point her veiled eyes proudly showed emotions like his. Fredrich sighed through his nose as he listened to the woman on the bed, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow but still gentle caring.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

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Ellery stood just outside the door, breathing as quietly as possible and watching. This woman looked like Fredrich enough for it to be clear that they were related, but how close was she? Well, Fredrich had once said in passing that his mother was ill. Standing in complete silence, he took in the depressing scene, sad green eyes expressing how much he wanted only to hold the tall man. How sad...

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I'ma leave you with these feels as I go to bed.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

After ages of babbling, the woman turned to look at Fredrich for the umpteenth time. She stared at him for a moment, fixated on him, then gave him a warm smile. "...Ross." she managed to say. Fredrich had perked up when he heard the woman speak, but disappointment and utter sadness befell his face when he understood her. "No, Mom," he said with a light shake of his head. "That's Dad's name. I'm Fredrich, I'm your son." he insisted, but he knew it wouldn't get through to her. Inside that deteriorating mind of hers, she no longer knew anything about a family. And yet, despite that fact that burned in his head, he couldn't help but have a pleading tone in his voice. He knew she would never acknowledge him, though deep, deep, so very deep down, he always hoped some miracle would come and give him his mother back, to give him the life he had lost.
The woman, Fredrich's mother, stared at him when he had addressed her, but after a moment she smiled widely at him. "Fredrich..." she repeated, though by the look on her face, it wasn't a joy of memory. "Pretty name. Good for a son. Right, Ross?" she giggled and pat her belly. Fredrich just watched her enjoy her ignorant bliss, pure grief and woe in his half-lidded blue eyes. "...Yes, it's a very nice name." he agreed. Rising from his chair, he leaned down and pressed his gloved hand against her forehead. Wiping some hair back, he gently kissed her forehead and whispered, "Happy Thanksgiving, Mom."

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Ellery's heart broke right there and then, and he stepped away from the door. Seeing the man he regarded as strong, independent, and just, well, Fredrich, seeing him so broken touched something within the smaller male. It was something he knew that was deeper than he'd ever felt any other time. He understood the detective's loss. He could feel that same gut-wrenching heartache everyday, just like Fredrich could. That was why it was so easy for others to see them together, and even why they argued so easily. They matched. They were equal.
The dark-haired pop star started down the hallway, holding his coat closed as he walked out of the hospital. He had to get home before Fredrich noticed. He could always stop for grenadine and claim that was why he left, but he wasn't in the mood to think about excuses. All he could think about was the pain he hadn't known Fredrich could express. It certainly was unexpected, especially for him, and the young man couldn't figure why it hadn't been noticed before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he whispered, closing the coat tighter around him as he walked, bowing his head against the cold wind and trudging on.

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[Haru Mania]

Flint entered the hospital with a shifty look in his eye. As stealthy as he wished he could be but, his bold appearance made sure every eye was on him. His ragged shirt exposing most of his midsection and chest made even the straightest looking man in the waiting room watch him in the brisk winter air. The youth paced back and forth like a caged animal trying to make himself seem big.

It seemed to be working since everyone else was giving him a wide berth.

The Doctor that had approached him in the park told him to talk to the secretary up front and she'd direct him to the medical testing lab. The only reason he was even here was the lure of free money. He knew his melanism was strange, but he didn't think it was something terribly worthy of note.

BUT. If it meant free money from letting some bored doctors poke him a bit, he didn't mind.

Well. He was here but the pretty, little thing that was supposed to direct him where to go was busy with three other patents, a phone call, and what looked to be a pretty irate doctor. Flint sighed. He wanted this to be easy, but it was starting to complicate faster and faster by the moment.

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Dr. Elliot Grant

"A doctor is the perfect cover..."

Just as the young man was at his wit's end, a door near the nurse's station. Footsteps could be heard, and the swish of a white lab coat as well. A grey slacks-covered leg stepped out of the doorway, followed by a hip, a torso, and finally, a beautifully smiling face. He reached up to push sweet-smelling peach face from his eyes, looking out into the people. "Flint? " he called, looking down at his clipboard. "Please follow me." He waited until Flint was past the door before starting to walk down the hall and looking through the papers. "I'm Dr. Grant, and I'll be giving you your checkup before the testing." He stopped at a room and turned to look back at him, smiling. Almost unnoticeably, the doctor looked over the male before him, smirking a bit before walking into the room and sitting on a stool. "You're young. Almost too young for medical testing. How old are you, exactly?"

"... for a man without any morals."

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he refocused and unfolded his arm shoving his hands in his back pockets as he walked around the room, "Old enough to gamble, smoke, drink, drive, and ********. Old enough for medical testing."

Flint stopped and turn on his heel, pulling a hand from his pocket to point at Grant, "Though! NOT old enough to rent a car." He smirked at his own witty remark and hopped up on the examination table before continuing to point, "But in all seriousness, Doc, I already told that first guy who found me. Should be in your charts." Repeating himself was not an activity he enjoyed and he hoped things would speed along smoothly from now on... though his pig-headedness would keep him from answering already answered questions even if it'd help speed things up.

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Haru Mania

It's fine. I've been watching Supernatural...

Dr. Elliot Grant

"A doctor is the perfect cover..."

Grant suddenly kicked out his foot, striking a plastic chair with his heel and pushing it against the door. It shut with a satisfying click, and the doctor crossed his legs once again as he looked over the charts. "Conversation, Flint. It's a damnable thing, I'll admit, but it keeps things from getting quiet." He looked up, gleaming smile gone and replaced with a smirk. The expression was less carnivorous than the one from before, more teasing and playful. It was as if he was trying to make light of a boring situation, like he didn't want to be there any more than the test subject. "And I just can't stand the quiet."
The older man stood and slipped off the glasses he wore, and didn't even need, setting them onto the counter as he leaned on it. "Unfortunately, you're stuck with me for the next forty-five minutes until the examination room is ready for you. I'll admit, it's not ideal (I mean, I'm far too much older than you to be able to know how to entertain you), but I'm not going to complain." The doctor took off his stethoscope, not bothering to heat it up as he moved closer to Flint and spaced the ear pieces. "And forgive me for not trusting the charts. I don't look my age, so I didn't expect you to either."

"... for a man without any morals."

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He thought he was funny... though... Flint was a bit intrigued. Usually his bristle-y wordplay usually elicited some sort of reaction. He decided he'd give the good doctor a bit more consideration, "Yeah, yeah. I getcha Doc. I'm 24 years old. Promise."

He laid back on the examination table folding his arms behind his head and crossing his legs and generally getting comfortable. The basic scraps of shirt he had on were now pulled tight across his collarbone, exposing all of his chest. Flint didn't seem to notice. "I can do all those grown-up things and everything, even bwuckle my own shoews~" the smartass continued in a baby-ish voice.

Flint sighed and frowned at the prospects of staying in a small room for nearly an hour. "Well, part of a doctor's job is to make sure the 'patient' is comfortable, right?" he finally gave the attractive doctor an unabashed ogling before continuing, "Let's see how good your bedside manner is."

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Haru Mania

Dr. Elliot Grant

"A doctor is the perfect cover..."

Dr. Grant rolled his eyes at the much younger man, standing near his waist. "Actually, my job is to make sure you don't aren't taking drugs to make yourself this dark and to keep you from going out to wander, but if you want to test my bedside, you'll have to let me finish the check up first. Once that's out of the way, you can use me to entertain yourself any way you wish." The tall man stepped further down the table, setting the cold metal onto the skin over Flint's heart. He listened carefully, ever the professional, then put away the stethoscope, deciding that listening to the boy's lungs would only prove pointless. The doctor set his large and warm hand onto Flint's hip, pressing under him and trying to incite him to sit up. "Hurry and sit up. I need to test your reflexes."
It wasn't as though Elliot wasn't attracted to the boy. Rather the opposite, actually. In fact, he was already fighting off a rather impressive boner, simply due to seeing so much skin exposed. It wasn't too rare for him to be attracted to someone, but this attracted so easily? And to such a brazen brat? Something was certainly off. Maybe it's those eyes, thought Elliot, trying to remember he last time he'd seen such eyes. They looked so familiar.

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"Oooo, Doctor!" Flint exclaimed in an exaggerated breathy voice, "Mmm, I usually don't let men get this fresh with me till they've bought me a drink or two."

He rolled his eyes at the drugs comment, "Tch. Wish I could take drugs. This melanism is like a machine. Doesn't let anything slow me down. The two times I tried any sort of heavy drugs, they did absolutely NOTHING other than cost me 40 bucks."

The youth seemed more annoyed than amazed about his wondrous body's metabolism. "Alcohol doesn't do anything for me either, buuut I do like the taste of a good c**ktail," Flint was honestly impressed with how on a roll he was with the double entendres and sass. The bars he usually hung out at didn't usually attract upper-crust like this, so he was gonna make the best of it.

Flint finally complied with the doctor's wishes and sat up, but not until he was done with his sass, Why doc, I didn't think you liked me that way." His pure black eyes flickered with glee at his final jab. This was turning out to be more fun than expected AND he was going to get paid at the end of it!

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Dr. Elliot Grant

"A doctor is the perfect cover..."

He flinched at the vulgar terms, more out of surprise than disgust. He understood why someone as, well, street as Flint would talk like that, but to do so so openly? And so readily in front of an adult he didn't know well? Either this kid was a god at protecting himself or he had one hell of a bluff. But Elliot was a master poker player. "Cocktails, huh?" he repeated, moving the stool beside the smaller male and sitting down. "Somehow, I knew you were a cocktail person. Maybe a Cosmo belongs in your hand, maybe a, what are they called? Purple Nurple? I hardly drink, I'm afraid, so I can't remember."
Taking the rubber mallet, he tapped the male's knee and waited for the kick, then tapped the other, waited for the kick, and finally put the mallet away. Crossing his arms, he set them on Flint's thigh like a table, looking up at him with such strange peach eyes. "All done. Anything you want to do?" asked Dr. Grant, a shine appearing in his eyes, as if daring the ragamuffin to ask for something naughty.

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"Sex on the Beach," Flint answered without missing a beat and without a telling smirk. He let the reply hang in the air, as if to let it answer both of Grant's queries. The test went well. His reactions were smooth and within normal standards. Flint's boots clicked and jingled with each kick. When the good doctor decided to get... comfortable on his legs after the tests Flint, momentarily, tensed.

"Gettin' comfy, aren'tcha, Doc?" Flint asked looking down at grant. He smoothed down Grant's hair before pulling a handful of it into a tight fist. The punk pulled the fistful of hair to where Grant's eyes met his, "Betta not write a check your a** can't cash."

The line they were so playfully toeing not but a moment ago was left in the dust by Flint's sudden grip, but... this man was infinitely curious to him in ways that most weren't. Flint had been in a few relationships in the passed, but they were always messy and he alway messed something up. He decided after the last bad break he'd just ******** and forget from then on. This was the first time he thought he could be interested in someone again. That is unless he ******** it up before it even started by grabbing the doctor by the hair roughly.

Before Grant had a chance to react, Flint let go and slipped from his arms to examine the examination room casually... as if he didn't just assault a doctor in a hospital, "So. How much does doctoring make ya? I swear. I don't think I could handle all the sick people. Would drive me crazy." He looked back at the doctor and smiled an award winning smile. As dark as his skin was, his teeth were that white in comparison and his smile sparkled with a devilish flare.

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Haru Mania

Dr. Elliot Grant

"A doctor is the perfect cover..."

Grant was about to reply with a smart remark before he suddenly found his hair snatched up by a fist, and his eyes meeting those dark ones he'd noticed from the waiting room. The man almost laughed in the boy's face, now more intrigued than ever. A thought ran briefly through his mind, wondering whether or not the boy knew what he was getting into, but he chose to ignore it, chuckling as he was released and standing upright. Of all the doctors in the hospital, Flint got one of the most dangerous, one who appreciated a bite far more than a kiss. One who liked to have his hair pulled.
"250K per year," he answered, crossing his arms again and leaning on the bed. "I'm a surgeon mostly, and the pay certainly helps with the job. Keeps things interesting." The man nodded at a cabinet behind Flint, peach eyes focused on the hooligan. "At any rate, it's worth cutting people up if it means I can keep my toys. Why do you ask? You aren't looking to become a doctor, are you?"

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He rolled his shoulders and smiled to himself. This was no ordinary doctor to take so much abuse and not call the cops. Flint listened intently for the first time since being in Grant's presence actually giving the doctor his full attention.

The young punk let's out a long whistle, "That's a lotta scratch. Make life easy, yeah?" A wild smile appeared on the youth's lips, "Though. I was never one for easy," he said... more to himself than to Grant.

"Cutting up people? Ya make it sound like a back alley knifing," the youth joked and stretched as he paced, "Naa. Like I said, all these sick people? Drive me nuts. No. Just makin' conversation, right Doc? Keepin' it from getting too quiet."

Flint wasn't much for quiet either. Being into punk music made him much prefer any noise to silence.

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