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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:01 pm
Azzo nodded, sleep did sound good.
It was just as Grams head poked around the door that he smiled, "Hi Grams. Look who I ran into! We brought food." He was trying to avoid the conversation about his arm. Hoping to distract the older lady.
Grams's brows nit. She saw Aurora behind Azzo, "Hello Dear." Her eyes however traveled to Azzo's arm. The one he was hoping to keep her from asking about. "What did you do to your arm?" Her eyes narrowed directly at the cast.
Azzo was making his way to the bar, welp since she saw it, might as well just go ahead and bite the bullet. He pulled out the draw with his good arm and got out silverware. "Aurora do you mind setting out the food boxes?" He seemed to sober up considerable when Grams had noticed his arm.
"It's broke." He said simply as he grabbed some cups. "What do you want to drink?" He asked pulling open the fridge showing the contents of milk, tea and sodas. "We have coffee too right?"
He sighed, he wanted to answer her after he was able to start eating.
"I noticed... but what happened?" She was looking between Aurora and Azzo.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:47 pm
It was uncomfortable... Azzo was trying to avoid it the conversation and his grandmother was well.. being a care giver. As Azzo shuffled around the kitchen Aurora remained standing, but when she finally moved, it began with her brushing her hair back a little, revealing the small gash that she had purposely hidden before.
If it was good enough for the hospital it was good enough for his grandmother.
"I'm so sorry.. It's all my fault."
"He's being too modest. Azzo ran into me right after someone stole my purse. He was trying to get it back and..." Her eyes drifted to his arm, a soft look of guilt touching her face. "He was very brave.. but foolish. I can always get another purse"
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:37 pm
Grams watched Azzo as he moved around the kitchen. Her hands on her hips, one held a spatula. He was being like his grandfather ignoring the question. "I swear you're more and more like Alexander everyday." She shook her head with a sigh, however when Aurora piped up Grams stopped.
The old lady looked between Aurora and Azzo. Finally going over to check the girls' wound, "Did you have that looked at?" She asked peering over square reading glasses. If she'd been plumper she'd probably looked like Misuses Clause in the kitchen.
Azzo watched Grams as he moved over to steal the food from Aurora. He planned on sitting it out so they could eat. "Really Grams, this is no big dealll." He said with a slight whine to his voice trying to convince her to let it go. He wanted to eat so he could go back to sleep.
"It happens, you run into a jerk occasionally that knows more than you and can break something." He shrugged, "I picked up kickboxing for a reason, it wasn't foolish." He added with a snort, "Your stuff was in that purse. I can't just let some jackass run off with it. I'd do the same for anyone else that got mugged."
Grams sighed rolling her eyes at Azzo. "Seriously? Going after a mugger? It's not safe to start street fighting, that man could've had a gun pup." She looked back at him, pointing a finger as his chest. "You put both of you two into a dangerous situation that man could've shot you. Stop trying to be some super hero, your grandfather would've been ashamed of you."
Azzo's face contorted letting Grams speak. "Gramps would've done the same thing for you." He finally retorted when she stopped, finally walking off from both of them, he was shaking his head. He made his way upstairs muttering something and closed the door to his room before falling on his bed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 8:18 am
Aurora nodded her head softly as her injury was inspected. It wasn't a bad one, already clotted and not likely to swell very much. It just didn't look very pretty.
But she found herself biting her lip as Azzo disappeared away from the food he wanted so badly to go lock himself away in his room. She thought she was making things better by helping him with an explaination but...
"I'm sorry..." She said again softly, whether it was to Azzo or his grandmother though was unclear. She felt guilty, her appetite atleast temporarily vanquished.. and it hardly felt comfortable to hang around.
"Would you like me to take a plate up to him before I head back to my dorms?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 1:26 pm
Grams watched him disappear as she sighed, "He does that." She said with a shrug, as she looked at the food, they had brought. "If you want to, he's probably sulking though."
She sighed and shook her head, "And there's nothing to be sorry about deary, he just needs to learn he can't be doing stupid stuff." She sighed and put her things back, "I need to go get some stuff from the store, I don't have enough ingredients to make cookies anyways."
Grams seemed to think, as she wrote out a quick list.
Azzo was staring up at his puppets looking rather morose about the whole thing. Try to do something right and it backfires try to make something look and sound like you did something right it backfires. Azzo gave a frustrated sigh, everything he did he seemed to do wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 1:34 pm
She nodded softly to the answer, watching as the older woman went back to what she was doing. After pausing for a moment of thought Aurora finally scooped up his box and headed quietly up the staircase.
She didn't linger long, her knuckles tapping on the door twice, her voice raising after a momentary pause. "You should really eat something nutritious before you go to sleep"
The box placed on the floor, the sound of her shoes clicking on the stairs again could be made out. He'd had an exciting enough day. They could save any more words and lamenting for another day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 1:46 pm
Azzo's head turned towards the door, he figured Aurora would've walked in. Instead she said he should eat something before walking off. He bit the inside of his lip before moving to open the door and pulling the food inside.
He sighed and moved to sit at his Desk eating his food quickly enough so that he could actually crash. He was tired anyways, it wasn't like he needed anyone else to tell him what he should've done or that he was being stupid.
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