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 Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 8:58 pm
Micajah would have outwardly chuckled at the 'white man' statement, thinking it made Cane really sound like a Native American, but he kept his control because he didn't know exactly how the other would react. He may have escaped that one bit before, but he wasn't sure how far he could push. While he hadn't minded before about being left he was now growing pretty cold, though he wouldn't admit it, and if Cane really did leave him out here Micajah would be at a loss.
He had already lost the feeling in his fingers after all, but he could play that off by just letting them sit in his lap.
"You may not think much of that, but to a kid like me that sounds like a paradise. At least you had someone to do something with - or something in general to do other than read books all day and be quizzed by people who were paid to ignore your existence."
Don't get personal, don't get personal.
"But anyway you're here now, right? Hopefully you'll find your place and way here and be able to enjoy ShinKami."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:44 pm
"... Yes." It could be an answer to anything Micajah had said, and Canaan left it at that, getting to his feet once again. Strong hands gripped the wheelchair and he began to push it back toward the hospital wing. Without the stop-go, stop-go of the walk to the bench, they reached the building a lot faster.
Opening the door, he pushed Micajah back to his room, rolling his chair inside and shrugging his wide shoulders. "I will see you again." Cane nodded slowly, as if there was no doubt to his statement, and he looked pointedly from the wheelchair to the bed. Did the other boy want to go back in the bed now, or did he want to stay in the chair?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:02 pm
"....you will?"
Micajah looked up from his seat in the chair as Cane spoke and told him that he would see him again, and the pure surprise in his voice was very honest and apparent. He didn't expect, at all, to see this person again unless it was by pure chance or inside a classroom. To have him say something like that brought a tinge of color to his cold cheeks, and he quickly tried to hide his dismay with a polite and friendly smile.
"That'd be nice. You'll know where to find me if you get bored since I doubt I'll be released from here any time soon, so whenever you want you can feel free to swing by. I'll be here."
He looked a little like a diseased person, sitting in the chair as it were with the blanket about him and his skin pale from the cold, but for some reason he felt oddly...happy. Like he really wanted this silent person to come back and just spend time with him again - for this person's silence wasn't nearly as bad as that of some others.
"You can just leave me here in the chair, I'll find a way back to my bed eventually. Please take care and stay warm as you go out, the weather will probably be getting colder."
Micajah tilted his head forward in a slight bow of farewell as the other boy grunted and walked out, finally raising it was he knew the other was left to allow the tender blush to creep across his cheeks.
"Oh dear."
THE END
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