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Adrian, after just entering the warm building heard a thump and scratching sound at the door. Having his hand still on the knob he turned it and opened the door only to see a beaten boy on the stoop. Without a though Adrian's long pale arms descended, wrapping themselves around the form of the boy and lifting him gentle before carrying the young male inside. Kicking the door softly shut behind him, oblivious of the chaser, he laid the man down on a couch he saw there.

"Comrade," he yelled to one of the workers that he would soon be colleagues with, "bring a glass of luke warm water and a pail of warm on the verge of hot water and a sponge and towel!" He glanced down at the young man once more before adding, "make some soup as well!"

With that he knelt by the boy and stroked the wet bangs from his face and felt his forehead for a fever.

Mizi froze with Slaine's own mid-sentence interruption. Someone... needed help? The brunette watched his partner begin on the instructions and figured he, too, should help! "I'll get the towel from upstairs," he declared urgently, running from the kitchen and scrambling up the carpeted staircase to the linen closet.

"Towel, towel," he murmured in a chant, fingertips itching for the fabric as his violet orbs scanned over shelves of bedsheets and pillowcases. When his fingers connected with the precious terrycloth, he snagged it from the closet and returned down the stairs as quickly as he could manage.

"Slaine! I have a towel!" he panted, breathing labored from the scampered run. "What's wrong? Do you know?"

Talis awoke in the midday sunlight streaming into the dimmed bedroom of Radevel Taibel. "Radevel..." he murmured. Chestnut eyes blinked a few times and the boy turned in a hazy state of wakefulness over to find... his lover's side of the bed empty. An indent in the pillow was the only sign of the man ever being there. The night before... he'd told Radevel everything. He'd apologized. He'd cried.

Sitting up in bed, the youth hoped that today would be different. That perhaps, Shinto would suddenly become insignificant. And that maybe just maybe, Radevel might eventually... see him in a different light than just another whore. A hand rubbed at his eye, and he pulled on the hoodie he had on the night before, followed by those baggy pants. With a soft yawn, he slid his loosely-clad body off the soft mattress and moved to Radevel's bedroom door. Dirty blonde locks were tousled only from the pillow; amazingly nothing more. Pushing it open, Talis began to make his way down the stairs to the prostitute's quarters.

Radevel had been downstairs for the past couple hours. With his shower over and two scalding cups of black coffee down his throat, the man didn't look quite look all that satisfied. Or more so, happy in the least. One fist clenched the counter until his knuckles were as white as his hair. The supressed sneer twisted his features into a tight-lipped scowl. If anything, Radevel looked pissed.

But it was past time he just sat there letting the said anger boil over. It was time to release some steam. The distinct sound of breaking glass sounded as he none-too-gently tossed his coffee cup in the sink, the handle snapping off with contact. And here he thought he might wake up to a peaceful(or at least in terms of Radevel), perhaps uneventful day for a change. Not quite. Without even thinking, his quick pace directed him to Talis's quarters, figuring he had to be up and out of his room by now. He didn't bother to knock, instead just throwing the door open.

"Answer me something, Talis," he said, voice hauntingly calm, yet within it something unpleasant stirred. "Do you wish to ruin me and everything within my grasp? Was that your beginning intentions from the day you arrived here two years ago?"

Hikari nodded thanks and then ignoreed the rest he got himself a cup and took out different ingrediants out which included milk, ice cream, whipped cream, strawberries, and a straw. He blended them together and made a milkshake. "Y'all want some?" He asked feeling more non nervous about his voice or the others.

"Not a clue," Slaine said hurriedly, filling the glass with the water. In the speeded process of pulling it away and turning off the running water, he accidently sloshed a small amount onto himself. That didn't seem to slow him any, however. When hearing the new order, the waiter felt a small rush of panic. So many things at once! His head was spinning. "But obviously someone's in trouble."

'Focus. Focus, Slaine!' he prompted himself. 'Everything's fine.' He was faced with two of the things he hated: Demanded rushing and sick people.

His quickened pace took him into the room where he had heard Adrian's calls, but what he saw was the last thing he expected. His mouth dropped slightly agape and his eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't know if he should be feeling a torrent of relief or if he should be all the more worried.