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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:01 pm
She nestled closer to him when he hugged her back, willing her eyes to stop burning with tears that threatened to fall. How long had he been struggling with all of this? Surely his grandmother knew some of what bothered him, right?
His outbursts that night she met Sailors Polaris and Metis made so much more sense now.
"Some one needs to apologize to you," she murmured sadly, not daring to look up at him. "And your parents can't..."
Only when he broke the silence that had grown between them again did she look up, rubbing at her eyes to try and get rid of the tears. He was so happy all the time... It amazed her at how well he hid his suffering, even from her.
Sorrowful chocolate looked into honey brown as her lips parted to ask what it was he wanted to tell her. And yet her voice was silent, she couldn't bring herself to ask. Then, after another try, she managed out a small "Yes?".
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:08 pm
He watched her still playing with her hair straightening it slightly now. He shook his head, "Someone sure, but not you song bird." He said softly one leg swung softly off the edge.
He smiled at her softly when she looked up, taking a breath before trying to explain the best he could without even knowing what they all where.
"I've had some strange feelings since we meet, besides the fact it feels like I should know..." He paused softly to find the right words, "Sometimes it's like... something's bad going to happen, and other times it's just... really weird feelings." He said softly looking towards the ceiling, eyes moving from one to another like he was looking at them for answers or counting them. "I dunno how to explain them." He said softly before closing his eyes for a second, before looking back into her chocolate orbs threatening tears.
"There's a hankie in my pocket if you need it." He said softly nodding towards the pocket near his ribs on his vest which it neatly stuck out of.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:29 pm
Her cheeks flushed at the nickname he'd given her that day at the park and she could feel her body warming just a little bit. Part of her mind said it was retaliation for her calling him "Pup", but she honestly didn't mind it. It was a name from him after all.
The flush faded a bit as he spoke, trying to say what he wanted. Some where in the back of her head she knew what he was trying to get at. Or understood it at least.
A feeling they had met before, a feeling of dread whenever things were tense while they were around. She didn't quite get the "weird feelings" bit, though. It could mean anything.
"Azzo," Melody began unsurely. She couldn't tell him her secret, didn't know if he could ever know and yet... "Nothing bad will happen to me. I can protect myself."
One tan hand moved to rest against his cheek, cupping it slightly before the appendage relaxed and her thumb brushed against his skin. Such a startling contrast between them, dark and pale. "I won't let anything happen to me. Promise."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:40 pm
Azzo looked at her curiously and shook his head, "What about those claims at your school?" He asked curiously, he'd heard about them, then again who hadn't really.
Out of all the things for him to worry about, the youma, the negaverse according to Polaris. However, he was worrying about the abuse investigation.
He closed his eyes as she rested her hand against his cheek, giving it a soft nuzzle. "I can't help there." He said softly looking at her with a frown.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:57 pm
Blinking, Melody let out a laugh at his question. Of all the things he was worried about a possible rapist? Well, it was a legitimate worry, she supposed.
"You're so sweet!" Was the enthusiastic reply, her arms moving to allow her to hug him again. To be so worried about her over something they didn't even know was true or not. Gods she loved him!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 8:22 pm
He blinked at the sudden change of pace and the hug. He chuckled and looked at her, "Sweet? For being worried there might be some rapist loose on your school grounds?"
He tried to take a serious as possible look to it but with her gleeing over that fact it was hard to. He shook his head, "But seriously, until they figure it out wouldn't it be safer to stay somewhere else?" He asked curiously. He didn't think his place was all that far. But then her parents probably had a car and would probably be suspicious of him letting Mel stay with him and his grams for a while.... considering Grams was out of town.
He looked up the stairs, "There's an extra bedroom if you ever feel like you need a place to stay close to Crystal... At least I think I'm close to Crystal, your parents house might be. I dunno." He added in, trying to not make the converstation awkward.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 8:33 pm
Well, it was more the fact he was worried for her period, really. Either way it worked, though, she didn't bother trying to clarify at the moment. Her mind was simply too giddy and she was sure Ignacio would probably be laughing at her for this.
"Honestly, I don't feel unsafe at Crystal," she replied when she pulled away, moving a hand to play with his hair as he had done hers. "And honestly I'd rather face down a rapist with my cello case then go home to my mom at the moment." But that was a conversation for another day, really.
Touched by his offer to let her stay here should she need to, the blonde girl leaned foreword and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Azzo. I'll keep it in mind."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 8:47 pm
Azzo paused looking at Mel trying to picture her beating a rapist with her cello case. Which provided to be sort of fail and kind of funny in the bad stick figure drawings sort of way. He chuckled, "Mmm... well I'll have to remember not to make you mad if you hit people with a cello case."
He paused and looked at Mel when she said she didn't want to go home to her mom. He looked at her and chuckled, "She can't be as bad as my parents." He said teasingly. He could joke about them, he just had to be in the right mood.
It was his turn to blush. Which was rather noticeable on pale white skin. He gave a slight nervous chuckle, "You're welcome." He hadn't been kissed by many girls. Grams if she ever did such a thing would brush one on his forehead, speically if he was sleeping on the couch. He was trying to think of a way to change the subject.
"Man I'm starved." He said suddenly looking over to the kitchen, his stomach agreed as if on cue, he held a slight disdain for the room. "Grams only left me baked goods... but I want an omelet..." He said with the obvious, I don't know how to cook tone. "It looks like I'm stuck with sweets for the next week or two. Unless I break down and buy fast food... but everything around here is just burgers." He wrinkled his nose.
Azzo's motto always was, when things start getting hinky turn to a subject you know best. Which for him would be food.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:01 pm
"I don't make a habit of it, you know. But I almost always have my cello with me, so it makes a good weapon if I need it." The sucker was heavy!
She let the other topic go for now though, giggling softly at his joke and moving to pull away almost completely. The need for comfort was gone for the time being, no need to smother him in any sort of comfort or affection. Though she did note that he had flushed and kept that thought to herself for later.
Suddenly she almost felt bad for her roommate, having to potentially hear Melody just talk about Azzo when she got back later. ... Maybe she'd call Ignacio later and see what he had to say on the situation.
When Azzo's stomach spoke, the tan girl blinked and then gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can't even offer to cook for you. I don't really know how to, and even if I did most of what I'd know would be full Vietnamese dishes."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:13 pm
Azzo pondered, tilted his head, "Yeah... I shouldn't make you mad ever." He pulled himself to a sitting position, his legs still awkwardly hanging on the arm of the sofa.
He seemed to ponder softly before clicking his tongue, "Hum... vietnamese huh?" He said curiously. He'd never had any such food, and he was hungry. "Shame we couldn't go raid your kitchen or something" He said with a chuckled, joking but he was curious what all it consisted of.
He looked over to the stove and the fridge and pondered, "Hum.... I know there's a way to do it in the microwave but I don't know how to nuke it without over nuking it." He admitted before pushing himself up to the arm of the chair and heading over to the stove. He looked at Mel, "Think we could whip something up without burning the place down?" He asked curiously. Granted there was a fire extinguisher near by. Perhaps Azzo should've taken a cooking class or something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:38 pm
"You think the two of us can cook and not burn something?" she asked rather stupidly, watching him a moment then sighing. Yea, that was probably not a good idea-
"OH! I have the perfect idea!" grinning, she bounced to a standing position and rooted around in her bag for something before pulling out a cellphone. "Let me call my dad and see if he can walk us through making you an omelet!"
Her dad tended to bake more then actual cooking, but he knew more American foods and how to cook them then her mother did. It was the perfect idea, he had to know how to make an omelet at least!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:51 pm
Azzo looked at Mel. "Well... dunno till we try? I'm sure blackened/burnt omelets would taste just as good right now as normal ones would."
He was rooting around for veggies and cheese and stuff. He paused when she said call her dad. "Sure, I mean maybe we should chop the stuff first then ask?" He was holding up whole veggies and meat and shredded cheese.
He paused, "I mean I know it needs to be chopped before we can cook it. Or you can ask while I work on chopping this stuff." He didn't cook, but he could chop. That was at least something useful, out of all the things he did.
He paused, "Wait... do you think he'd get mad at you for hanging around with me? ... At my house...." He paused, not sure how her dad took his little girl hanging around with guys. Even older guys, he might've been naive but he wasn't stupid. Speically when it came to other parents and their little girls.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:14 pm
Finding her cellphone, the tan girl began to dial her dad. It was just easier if she could ask him while Azzo chopped, especially if she could write down what they needed to do. She paused in her dialing to pull out paper and pencil, which she sat on the counter.
Then there was another question asked, one she knew Azzo would think important. And one she didn't really know the answer to entirely. Melody paused to think about it.
"I don't think it'll be too big of a deal as long as mom doesn't know? My mom is way too over protective since BP and likes to micromanage me. She'd have a fit if she knew." But, luckily, the chances of her dad telling were slim to none.
"My dad on the other hand probably won't have a problem with it. He trusts me a bit more then mom does, though he may want to talk to you to make sure you're in the clear."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:22 pm
Azzo set about grabbing a knife and cutting board once all the veggies and ham were on the counter that he knew was normally used. He at least knew how to make a salad, push come to shove, he could just make one of those.
He pulled out bowls for everything to, "Eh, lucky." He said in a flat tone. As he chopped watching for his fingers. "It's not like I bite though, could probably shove her and my grams together and she'd be cool with it." He wasn't sure but he thought Grams might be on the same train of thought. Despite the fact he still got to go where ever and never really had to sneak out.
He paused when she said her dad might want to talk to him. Issues with fathers? Check. Thanks dad.... thanks a lot... Azzo continued to chop in silence for a few, "How much talking are we talking about?" He asked there was a slight crack in his voice, more of a nervous crack than anything. "I mean you know... He's nice and stuff right?" He could probably handle the mother yelling at him more than the father, if that's what was going to happen.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:42 pm
"No, my dad is cool. I promise." She had yet to put the call through, watching him. "He'd probably just ask you a few questions, like how you know me; where we met... Are you a serial killer who wants to do horrible things to my daughter... That sort of thing."
And yes, she was serious about that serial killer question. But only because he liked to use it as one hell of a joke. Her "date" to a function her mother forced her to go to one spring could attest to that. She hadn't seen the guy in years, now that she thought about it.
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