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Bornes grit his teeth at every new statement Isiah said to the dog.
That annoying high-pitched voice, that presumed innocence, the instant trust.

Bornes' head ducked, fingers digging into either arm. He let out a 'tch' at the final statement, about ho easy it must be to be a dog. His tail swatted at the air in anger.

Was Isiah saying those things just to piss Bornes off? It sure seemed like he was.

The hybrid couldn't take it any more and decided to get out of earshot. ******** getting lost. He'd be able to hear them well enough. Especially if Isiah kept using that stupid for-pets-only voice of his. God, what was he? Some woman praising her cat?

Bornes kicked a rock witht he side of his boot. It didn't go anywhere. A slight growl of annoyance escaped him and he scrambled up the side of the trench. The wrong side. He couldn't help it, he was frazzled. Maybe even a little jealous. That stupid mutt was the center of attention now.

Bornes crossed the bridge above them and went toward the mansion the bridge presumably belonged. It looked like a huge pile. Most of the foundation appeared to still be in tact, though. He wondered if there was water left. If the refrigerator survived the fallout, rich types probably had tons of bottled water. The purified kind, not the kind of s**t they nabbed from the vault.

He shoved his fists to his sides and kept his eyes on the lookout for something that looked like a fridge.

You're being very childish, he wanted to tell himself. He would've told himself. But there was a canid in the picture now. Isiah said he wouldn't feed the monster, but Bornes knew damn well he would. Any bleeding heart would. Quatre probably would too if he got too attached.

But he wasn't going to do that. Not this time. Best to eat it before it eats away their food source.

Not much time passed before Isiah's voice would become an annoyed hushed tone, and Bornes spotted the refrigerator. Open, on its side, among a bunch of wood splinters and broken boards. Probably cabinets at one point.

He hmphed. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky.

He looked toward the foundation of the house, which was only about a yard away now. Maybe he could find something to open the water main or something.
He didn't absolutely need water but... He needed something to do.

Isiah getting all p***y over a ******** dog.
Ridiculous.
As ridiculous as him being a bottom in a gay couple.

Bornes grimaced.

Bornes continued onward to the house, walking over what used to be walls, until he came to what seemed to be an at least half-in tact bathroom. With a toilet.

His eyes lit up. A toilet?!

The frenchman's stride quickened and he reached the toilet in no time, opening the lid and peering inside. No water. He frowned, but turned his attention to the water tank. Putting the lid back down, he placed his knee ontop of the lid and then pulled the cover of the water tank to the side. It didn't make much noise but what noise it did make resulted in Bornes wincing.

He only pulled it back about halfway, peering inside. Still no water. He frowned again his tail falling limp between his legs as he carefully replaced the lid as quietly as possible. Of course everything had evaporated. Of course.

He turned, walking over what was left of the door toward another half-erect wall, which appeared to have a... Wine cooler? Or a mini fridge? He couldn't make it out but he knew whatever it was it was definitely a good find and began to walk over to it. His tail rose slightly expecting good luck when there was an extremely loud CRACK, followed by a few snaps in other areas and before Bornes had even figured out what had happened he was on his back underneath the floor he had previously been standing on.

Apparently this house had a basement, and it hadn't been the foundation he had been stepping on. He didn't even see the wood floor because of all the debris, some of which fell on top of him. But the damage had been done already.

Bornes didn't remember yelping but he would've been sure he had if he weren't unconscious after the fall. He didn't appear to be too injured, but the fall had knocked him out cold.
The last thing he could remember as his vision blurred was a high pitched whine from a dog. He didn't know he was the one emitting it, and right before he blacked out he had thought "Stupid animal."

Of course it never was his own fault.

He could barely hear the sounds outside him until Isiah almost literally slapped him into existence. He moved his head to the side with a groan. He shoved some of the boards from his torso, and as he did so his face went rigid with pain, and he couldn't help but calling out again. At least, he would've thanked the gods had he believed in them, it wasn't a dog whine.

He opened his eyes but it was too dark. He used his right hand to unceremoniously wipe his sunglasses off his face to see where the hell he was. He felt dizzy but still tried to push himself, forcing his upperbody up slightly so he could survery the rest of his body... Make sure it was still there. But he hadn't even lifted his head an inch when his side inflamed with pain again, and that's when he let himself fall back down to the floor with a curt whine of own.

He opened his mouth to breathe through it, bringing up his right leg as he hissed in pain. The pains till from his side. Thank god one leg was okay. He brought up the next. Less pain. Oh god both of his legs were fine. He could still walk.

He put them both down with another his and then a groan of failure. He didn't feel any blood, couldn't see in it. Why did his side hurt? He closed his eyes, but that just made the room spin faster.
With a snort he opened them again, staring up at Isiah.

"I'm fine," he hoarsed.

Obvious lie.

Bornes growled at Isiah. He didn't like the man touching him. Or the way he moved. He seemed worried, but Bornes couldn't really tell as his tail smacked the floor irritably. The room was still spinning, albeit at a lesser speed now, so focusing his eyes - or his thoughts- was becoming a chore.

He still attempted to watch Isiah, however. And when the other man started poking around his side, Bornes tightened up and his tail slapped the ground more forcefully with each strike, as if it belonged to a cat that didn't want to be held. The situation only got worse as Isiah removed the nail, and not nearly fast enough, if Bornes' yell followed by growl was any indication.

When Isiah picked him, Bornes could literally feel his life pouring out from him from that tiny hole. He knew he couldn't possibly be bleeding that much. It had probably already begun to clot, but the headache he already had got much worse, the room spun madly fast, and he screamed to be put down, his tail hitting Isiah as forcefully as it could, as Bornes hands and feet were too tied up trying to find something to hold onto.

He assumed that he had perhaps a mild concussion, but that was probably made worse by the fact that Bornes had chronic low blood pressure. And those two things combined with his new spontaneous loss of blood and practical heart attack made him faint, the hybrid falling limp in Isiah's arms.

Bornes came to just as they exited the house and immediately his tail began to slap at Isiah's legs in annoyance, even before Bornes could fully process the situation he was in.

Things were still blurred, but it was too light out. He had to shut his eyes. As he did so, he let out a growl. "Put me down," he commanded. And then, shortly thereafter, "Where did you put my glasses?"

His gut felt tight and he brought his arms to feel his stomach, which had a shirt tied around it, under his own. The knot was at his side where the nail had been pulled out of him.

"What the ******** is this?!" His voice raised an octave. He wasn't very fashion conscious in terms of style, but he did care about how he looked. Even if only Isiah and a dumb animal were looking at him.

After Bornes was placed on the ground he began to calm down, if only slightly. His tail wasn't so rough, though obviously still agitated. Bornes took a step backward and futiley brushed himself off, his mouth in a frown.

"Hissy fit my a**," he growled, "Where are my sunglasses?"

If Isiah was going to be a p***k and hide them away just to keep that dog... Auugh, another growl escaped his throat.
Maybe it was thirty minutes until he could see, but they would be a long thirty minutes, especially with Isiah making constant f** jokes.

"Thank Kaie?" He was confused.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks and his hands went to his head. "You named it?! Augh!"

His hands went to his side and he spread out his feet, steadying himself. "That's disgusting, you know that? Why did you name it?"

Bornes didn't like this, beinghere. Where was the dog? He wanted to pout. He was being emasculated, and he couldn't even defend himself because his life depended on a bunch of hard black plastic. This was pathetic. Where were they? Was he even on solid ground?

He hadn't seen it coming earlier, what was stopping it from happing again? He wanted to whine but held it back. He couldn't be whining in front of someone who insisted he was a princess.