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".. Oh, well that sucks," Skyy said, sitting forward a bit in his seat. His fingers worked their way to undo what buttons he had gotten in the elevator before peeling the jacket off his arms. "Here, cover up with this too." He tossed the article of clothing onto Kalen's lap, leaving himself in a long sleeved shirt. It didn't look overly protective against the cold weather in the least. "It might not be the warmest thing at the moment, but it's better than nothing else until we get to your place, right?" Though he earlier wouldn't give up a newspaper he wasn't even reading to this boy, he would readily offer him his jacket. Juts one of the complications that was Skyy Lemonte.

((oh wow i didnt realize there were so many people without partners >.>))
::Jaunus was beside himself with laughter. This was too much for him. He took another apple and concentraited on it. It seemed to be redder than before. Jaunus felt this apple would definatly be to his liking. It was strange though, this boy didnt seem to be too phased by this whole thing. Its almost as if he were compeltly oblivious to what was happening. Maybe the gravity of the situation hadnt set in yet. Jaunus half expected the boy to start crying and run away. At any rate, he was eager to please the boy with this next treat::

"The sweetest apple for you Apple Puff"
((i could see myself purchasing this off of the bookshelves of Borders))

((Yeah sure sounds great.cameo appearance))

::Jaunus disregarded Apples comment and just watched in amusement as he took the apple. Cute was the only thing Jaunus could think of to describe this boy. Perhaps there was more to him than he had first thought. Whatever he really was he was sure hed find out eventually. Letting this puff of a human go would be the worst thing Jaunus ever did in his life::

"Eat it Apple-puff!"

((Ehhh...? xD;;; Errrmm... Levvy, Gervain's hair is black. He twisting his own hair, not Leif's. >.>;; ))

Kalen was shocked to feel an extra weight of cloth hit his lap. He looked down at it before looking up at Skyy. What was the meaning of this? It was... kind. Oddly kind from someone so strange to him.

"Um.. thanks, but really," he protested awkwardly, "I'll be okay. I mean... we're almost there. You don't have to... you'll freeze." He attempted at handing the coat back.

It was only a matter of time until the cab pulled down Christopher Street. Kalen fished out his house keys and a few crumpled 10's. He straightened them and offered them to the driver as the cab pulled to a halt.

"I'm not the anemic guy," Skyy persisted, throwing the coat right back Kalen's way. "And I don't want to be the idiot to have to hobble you back into the very same hospital we just escaped from when you're almost dead from the cold. No thanks. Just take the jacket." When he was set on himself or having someone else do something, he'd see that it was done. And right then, he wanted Kalen to take that coat.

From his own pocket, he pulled a few bills and some change and threw it up into the front seat, receiving a not too friendly side-glance deom the driver. "There ya' go, bud" he said, popping open the door and hauling the chair out before himself. He had it back up faster than it took him to fold it and he was back out onto the sidewalk. He positioned the chair toward the cab's open door for Kalen. "Your carriage, M'Lady." The bite of the cold air easily soaked through his thin shirt, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before he was back indoors.

Skyy eagerly shut the door behind himself and patted the cold that seemed to stick to his shirt off of himself with one hand. His dark eyes scanned over the nicely adorned apartment, a single brow rose. Impressive. But he would bet if you put just about anyone in here, they'd guess either a trendy woman lived here or a gay guy.. But was Kalen..?

He shook the thought from his head as Kalen's voice slipped into his mind. "Sit? Right.. Seems like you've got that part down yourself," he said, looking around for the closest chair. Living room couch. He let go of his grip on the wheelchair and took one hop after another toward the seat. After each, he had to pause a moment to regain balance and heaved a heavy breath. A couple more and he'd be there...

One.. Two.. Three, four.. He started to stumble. Fivesixseven, and he managed to trip on that single foot. Thankfully, he was close enough to the couch to land face-first onto the cushioned life-saver. Maybe he should have kept those crutches with him afterall, he mused to himself, not bothering to move. Well, he had a pair at his home. He'd get them later.

"Nice place," he said, voice slightly muffled by the couch. He turned his head to the side so he could be heard more easily. "You have all this to yourself?"

Kalen wheeled himself over to drop the coats and his bad on a kitchen chair as he heard the soft, padded fall of the other. When he looked up, he seemed only concerned. That is, until Skyy's voice could be heard clearly.

"Oh... um, well," he began, eyes darting around the apartment as a quick flashback of life with Roa passed through his mind. "I suppose I do... now," he added quickly. Wheeling himself to the thermostat he turned the heat on high and switched the lever on the automatic fireplace. Truth be told, Kalen's family was rather well-off. "This used to be my uncle's apartment. He's a surgeon. But, his practice moved out of the city and when I left my parents house... he offered it to me for reduced rent," he stated matter-of-factly, "I've been living here for... about two years now. It's convenient."

After setting everything and dimming the lights to a less-harsh brightness, he wheeled himself over to the chair beside the fireplace and gingerly transferred his body from one chair to the other. His hair now fell loosely over his shoulders, landing, at length, between his shoulderblades. "There's a blanket right above you," he said, nodding at the back of the couch where Skyy lie.