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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:16 pm
And even though Zaher had been looking a little off to the left, for sake of his own comfortableness Cassidy had scooted into the line of... er... 'sight'. He did it with Ben too, though the coon got a little twitchy about his fidgeting so it was usually kept to a minimum. Unless he was trying to make the coon twitchy. But there were better ways of doing that.
"Well, you're sitting on the bed," he explained a little facetiously before reaching out to draw his fingers through Zaher's delicate white hair for a brief moment, "And there's not a whole lot else here - we just moved in. Uh..." silly to mention the light switch or lamp or something >>, "Um..." or the bookcase, "There's a table? And... most of the stuffs on the sides of the room, bed's in the middle against the back - bathroom's down the hall and has a shower, I'll show you the way when you want it.... uh..."
He was usually spectacular with words! Where'd it all gone? Out the window when he didn't know what he was talking about and couldn't susbtitute ignornace with bullshit, apparently.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:29 pm
The contact made Zaher feel better -- not quite so isolated. That was one of the problems of late, with his eyes so ruined: he often felt like he was the only one walking about in a world of endless darkness, with only his ears to guide him. The angel pulled his gauzy clothing more tightly against him. His long fingers rubbed over the slightly raised tattoos on one wrist, to comfort himself, as he tried to form a mental picture of the home Cassidy described. "And... and you won't be too far if I need you at any point, will you...?" Zaher asked, the bite gone from his tone momentarily, exposing a faint fear in his quiet little voice. "A-at least until... until I figure my way around?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:36 am
Mouth pressed into a frown, Cassidy rather distractedly shifted his sunglasses from nose to rest on his hair. ....Baaaah. That was what he had to say. Baaaah. "Yeah," he said easily, no hint of any other intention in even the tiniest inflection. Nothing if not a fantastic liar... "Don't worry a bit - I'll be here."
And as if to accentuate and prove the point, he too sat upon the bed, tucking himself near to a wing and taking one of the angel's small hands in his own, "No worries, okay? Just relax, have a rest, have a bite - which strikes your fancy more?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:39 am
Hands distracted from their fidgeting, Zaher's delicate fingers relaxed in Cassidy's hold, and he sighed, leaning into the warmth of the other gratefully. "... Honestly...? The rest. But I don't sleep well in new places." His nose wrinkled delicately, briefly, and he sighed. "... I don't sleep well at -all-. Even if I'm exhausted. So, I think I'm willing to brave food." He paused, sighing. "Besides, good meals are hard to come by when you can't sit still for more than a few minutes at a time." He thought momentarily of little Hikari and then hastily banished the boy from his mind for the moment. Nothing he could do now except try and get better, and then worry about Hika later.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:13 pm
Only the tiniest bit of guilt crept to the shores of Cassidy's mind before it was washed away by an ocean of a cooing, sheltering desire. Sooo cuuuute! One hand left the hold on Zaher's, though the other still cupped those fragile fingers, and again reached to touch, to brush hair from the angel's face. Briefly he wondered what those eyes might've looked like before the storm... but it was a passing thought and of no consequence.
"Maybe we'll stuff turkey into you," he suggested light-heartedly, "I hear it makes you all sleepy - either that or I'm going to need to slip you pills - you're going to get that rest, one way or another! There anything you... don't eat?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:32 pm
"I've never really had anything other than brown rice," Zaher said in a mumble. "It's filling, quick to cook, and doesn't require fussing -- and can be stored in a bag if you have to..." Blind eyes closing so that long dark lashes rested on delicate high cheekbones, Zaher simply soaked up contact and comfort, his body relaxing. "... But I don't know much about anything else. But I wouldn't want to get too full, because I bet I could break." He laughed, his voice soft and slightly breathy, and mildly self-deprecating. "The rain gets into our -bones-, you see... and make them light. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to fly, really. We're too heavy."
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:07 pm
His lashes were dark - what did that say for the true nature of his hair? Was it supposed to be white? Shocked that way by some creepy past trauma? Cassidy resisted the urge to wrap the little angel in an embrace and hold him till all the water had dried from his bones, keep him warm and safe and here for as long as he wanted--but food! Food was important!
"I think we can scare up something a little more interesting," he promised in good humor, standing and guiding the angel's hands forward, "Think you can walk through this time or do you get to play potato sack again~?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:55 am
"... If you pick me up," Zaher threatened the other with no heat or anger in his tone, only mild amusement, "I will gnaw on your ear. As soon as I can find it." He held onto the other's hands as he moved to place his weight on both small, sandaled feet. "I can walk... as long as you make sure I don't smash into things." Mildly annoyed with his helplessness, he looked up at Cassidy, learning to place the other's voice so he looked in the right direction.
... Or what he thought was right, anyway. It wasn't as though he could check. A scowl and a bemused chuckle warred for a moment in Zaher, and the chuckle won.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:01 pm
"To willingly inflict harm upon my perfect person would be sheer stupidity, you can have your walkings," Cassidy sang, leading the angel at a wide radius away from all obstacles towards the door - note for future reference: it's just faster to pick him up and whisk him off. Cassidy wasn't really a muscle-bound fellow mind you, but he did have to be in shape enough to make a break for it. Besides which, Zaher wasn't much heavier than say, your average marshmallow.
That was about the time he started humming, not in any remarkably gifted way, though still pleasant enough. The undefined tune carried like a bumblebee through the air, guiding the way through the dense, old house and alerting all to their presence - not like they were hiding or anything~
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 12:23 am
"... You didn't seem to fret too much when I was boxing your ears before," Zaher said amusedly, following the other's guidance, counting the steps as they went and listening to Cassidy's humming. "As a matter of fact, I seem to recall batting you in the head several times." The angel placed his feet carefully, learning his way, making sure his wings were pulled tightly against him. It also muffled the jingling noises that the long chain made -- a good thing, he supposed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:11 am
"You're getting your strength back, I can feel it in that grip~" the squirrel promised cheerily. It wasn't necessarily true, and in fact really wasn't quite... but it was this form of flattery that he was most inclined to and talented at. The kind that involved cheering the soul, reassuring confidence and the like. An inherently dishonest kindness, in a way. Not such a bad modus operandi by his view.
The humming held a note as they reached the kitchen and he peeked in surreptitiously, crossing mental fingers for an absence of others - and was gratefully rewarded with an table, one set in the center of the kitchen and cleared in some corners of the various objects he and his colleagues tended to scatter in their current living spaces. It was weird living with them. Not a little challenging too. Just because you were a good team didn't mean you could get along.
He led Zaher over to a cleared seat and corner, pushing the various jumble of magazines (paper, his), a magazine (...less kosher, Rue's), books (...weren't his, useless to Ben, had to be Rue's o_O), a mess of tapes (Ben's) and a couple other odds and ends a little further clear of the little angel. "You're sitting at a table in the center of a kitchen," he explained cheerfully, holding the angel's hand for an extra moment before flitting about the cupboards and fridge for anything easily prepared and palatable.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:15 am
"Makes sense, as food tends to inhabit kitchens," Zaher said, sharp-voiced but amused. "It likes them." He couldn't help it; it was his nature to crack wise about things. He sat lightly, one leg crossed daintily beneath him and the other dangling over the side as he thumbed his sandaled heel against the leg of the thing. His hands planted themselves on the tabletop, long fingers brushing along the smooth surface, exploring the immediate vicinity for anything that might bite or gnaw or otherwise make itself unpleasant to sit near.
He only glossed over the things on the table that were in reach of his curious hands, storing the information for later perusal. "... do you live with more than just that one person we met?" Zaher asked uncertainly, the bite gone from his voice.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 8:15 pm
"Clever one you are, I can tell~" Cassidy sang back, rummaging turning up with various types of food he was... fairly certain would be a shock to anyone's palate, whether or not they'd been sustained on brown rice for... how many years? Mmf. Probably best to go with soda crackers and canned soup - of which there was quite a bit, given that Cassidy was the only decent cook among the three of them and he preferred eating out.
Cooking was a survival tactic, not a passion.
Speaking of the three of them, however... "Oh yeah - just one more, though. You met Rue, but there's also Ben. He's a little less snappish." True enough. At least to anyone who wasn't Cassidy. "He's blind too," he added, beginning to prepare the soup over the stove rather than the microwave - microwaves were for pansies. Uncultured pansies.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:24 pm
"... Really? Wow..." Zaher sighed and straightened a feather in his wing that had been dislodged by the carrying, running dark fingers absently through the soft whiteness. "I got the feeling... that... Rue didn't want me here." He said it absently, assured that he was welcome, but still, there was that nagging voice in the very, very back of his mind. "I hope that... that Ben doesn't mind me here. I don't want to -impose- on anyone..."
Smoothing through his feathers, a few loose ones came free, as well as a small bit of down, which he made into a neat pile on the table, a soft fluffy heap of whiteness.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:46 pm
Oh God. Piling feathers? More cute. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to deal with this much longer - deal without, you know, doing something >> er... food. Prepare food. Good Cassidy. The squirrel steadfastly went about stirring the soup at regular intervals while flitting about for a clean bowl in the breaks.
"You really don't have to worry," he assured chipperly, "Ben's nothing like Rue - besides, I don't think Rue's physically capable of liking anybody. Don't let him get you down~ Anyway, we've got more space than we know how to use here, you won't be imposing in the least - not that you would've been with less space, seeing how... well... tiny you are."
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