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-------- Aristotle was tired. It had been such a long night and day. His thoughts were constantly on the boy in the room. The male that he had been taking care of for quite a bit now. He wasn't complaining of course, the pay was exceptional, the job was what he loved, it was just the patient that seemed to irk him most. He wouldn't listen, he didn't understand the concept of bed rest and did almost anything and everything to shorten his life span. Aristotle could only feel sorry for little Kohaku. The poor boy would even get much of a chance to tell his father how he felt or even to show his father that he didn't want him to die. But then again, would William even care if the boy came up and told him such things.
-------- What are you thinking about Ari.. Of course he would care. He shook his head. What was wrong with him today? His thoughts were just running rampant and his mind couldn't stay on topic. Usually he did so well in organizing anything and everything, including himself. But today, it just wasn't happening. Maybe it was because of what he was about to do. Getting a timer was nerve wracking. So many possibilities came with the damned thing that he really wasn't sure if it was something he should be doing anyway. The idea though, it was so enticing. To know your soul mate the moment you lock eyes... His heart wrenched. It was a beautiful thing to think of. Humans in general were beautiful though, being pansexual beauty was seen everywhere in his eyes. There were no gender requirements, if you were a human that was attractive in his eyes and had a wonderful personality, they were good to go. It was rare he couldn't find beauty in a human being though. Rare indeed.
-------- Aristotle took in a deep breath as he walked a corner and approached the store. His heart raced and his pupils dilated in wonder. Who would this being be? He prayed it was someone that would make his heart soar and love him until the day he died. Death... What a terrible subject. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. That was all he thought about lately, death. Here Aristotle was, one again, trying to keep organized thoughts but failing miserably. He grimaced and stared outside the stores entrance. He took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. The sound of a bell rang from above and Ari got nervous. This was it, it was really happening. He bit his plump bottom lip and walked up to the counter. They knew what he was there for, he had made an appointment. He didn't have much spare time, seeing as being a stay home doctor for William was a full time job. But he couldn't complain. So he had called and made an appointment to get the thing on his arm. He gulped and opened his mouth slightly.
"My name is Aristotle Germaine. I have an appointment." He said softly. The male at the desk just nodded and took him to the back. His footsteps were light but his heart was pounding. He felt that anyone could hear it pounding as hard as it was. Even if they couldn't, his face gave it away. He followed the man around a corner and entered the room...
-------- Not even thirty minutes later, Ari was back on his way home. He rubbed his arm absently and frowned. That hurt more then he was told. He grimaced and stared ahead. It was a nice walk home, he only lived a few blocks from here so the walk wasn't so bad. His hands stuffed into his pocket, a slight breeze sifted through his hair and made him close his eyes. He had the pathway to home memorized by now. What a beautiful day out, nature was everywhere making noises and making sure everyone knew that it was there. Nature was definitely a favorite on his list. His lips formed into an o as he whistled a tune and merrily made his way home.
qwerty Ari felt his mind wandered and went to the new timer. It was an exciting thing to do, almost thrilling. He had a tiny adrenaline rush that courses through his veins and made his body shiver. Now was the time to wait. He wondered who the human would be. The woukd they find each other and What would their song be? A grin spread across his face as he day dreamed of all the enticing possibilities. Someone he could spoil and cherish. What about kids? Maybe two or more. Wether it was adoption or whatever. The idea of a kid made him suddenly yearn. He wanted to meet his match now. Right then and there. What had the male told.him about the rules and signals of the timer? He couldn't remember, he would have to read up on it later on. First, he needed to get him and check up on his patient though. He grimaced and shook his head slightly. Aristotle almost felt helpless.. he couldn't do anythung but ease the pain from William, saddly, the boy would not get better. Unless a miracle happened, of course. Although that all depended on wether or not a person was apt to believing such things or even an omnipresent figure to worship.
qwertyAristotle counted the steps and opened his eyes. He was outside of the house and suddenly, His excitement dissipated. Just he aura of the house in general was enough to make Aristotle himself want to throw up. His hand reached for the doorknob and opened the door slightly. Once inside, he closed it quickly behind him and locked it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Home sweet home.." He mutter, his Australian.accent thick. It had been ages since he had left Australia but the accent never failed left him. It was a gift and a curse and always seemed to cause him unnecessary attention. He walked to the nearest counter and dropped his keys and.belongings on it.
"William?" He called out to the sick male. No answer. He sighed, the man was probably asleep or sick. But still, he needed to be checked on. Of today wasn't a good day for William, he knew.that things would not go well. Aristotle sighed softly and was about to make his way up the steps when the doorbell rang. His eyes widened slightly and his head cocked sideways. Who was here and why? He paused at the beginning of the stairs and starrd up at the top of them. William would be fine.. he hoped. He bit his lip nervously and went to answer the door.
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