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Heinrich

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Heinrich bit his lip with uncertainty, but seeing as though Haneul wasn't willing to take no for an answer, the butler reached out and took his hand. "Fine, but if it's music you're trying to teach me I should warn you that I'm not nearly as talented as you." he grumbled as he moved closer to him, a thin blush on his cheeks from how close they were to each other and their connecting hands.

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Heinrich

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"What are you- Haneul, stop-!" the butler tried to protest when he felt his arm getting yanked, but by then he was forced to sit down against the musician. He tightly pursed his lips, feeling highly uncomfortable with such intimacy, but he also felt a deep blush burn his face. The only thing he was happy about was that Hanuel couldn't see that bright blush of his.
He grew tense when the hand over his so tenderly went on the guitar and warm breath rolled down the side of his face. Th-This was too close, he had no room to breath! But... But Haneul was so warm, and his voice was absolutely heavenly even if the butler was too distracted to listen to the lyrics.
Heinrich closed his eyes as he felt his heartbeat getting too fast. He felt... off. He wasn't necessarily disgusted by this, but he was uncomfortable. This feeling was entirely new to him, and yet it felt familiar.
He didn't like it.
By the time Haneul was done singing, Heinrich left his grasp in a flurry of movement. "E-Enough!" he spat, though he made sure to face his back to the star so he wouldn't see how flustered he had made him. "Stop playing around and get whatever it is we came here for!"

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Cecil blinked then rubbed the back of his head. "Er... I guess I can get some of the stuff I needed while you're at it, then." he murmured and headed towards the wine section to get something for Sawyer since he invited him. Besides, it wasn't like Parker could get far since he had the money.

Several minutes after Cecil left, a man walked down the aisle. He had a thick, denim jacket on with the hood over his cap. There was a gruff look on his face as he strode down, hands in his pockets. He looked around every second, not at the food but at the people. Who would be the one? ...There. Spotting the teen all alone, the man hurried over to him and quickly hooked an arm around his neck, getting a tight grip on him.
"EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND!" he commanded, getting everyone's attention. Before anyone could try to stop him, he pulled out his other hand to show a gun and pressed its barrel against Parker's temple. "I said on the ground, or the kid gets it!" Helpless, everyone slowly sank to the ground. Even the few security guards that arrived could do nothing with the kid used as a hostage.

Cecil had found a good wine by the time he noticed the commotion down where Parker was. He turned his head to see several guards hurrying there and narrowed his eyes, freezing as he realized that there was a crazy man there, and he was using Parker as a shield!

"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"

The man clenched his jaw and kept a firm grip on the struggling boy. Eventually his irritation won out and he slammed the gun's handle against the side of Parker's head. "Quit moving!!" he screamed into Parker's ear before pointing the gun at him again.
As the man bellowed orders to the guards, Cecil crouched down and pressed his back against one of the shelves. Crap, what should he do? This had to be a real criminal, not one of the paid actors Sean hired, he had no real experience with criminals. He couldn't help, there was no way he'd be able to save Parker. Cecil closed his eyes in frustration. No, he didn't want this. Even if he ended up getting shot, even if this didn't change anything between him and the kid, he had to save Parker!
Getting to his full height, Cecil moved around in the shadows, getting closer and closer to the thug.

The officers communicated through their radios, relaying the thug's orders to the cops outside of the store. They were completely helpless with that kid at the man's mercy, the specialty group in charge of situations like this would come by the time the man leaves. How frustrating.
Sensing movement around him, the thug quickly spun around and pointed his gun forward, only to spot a sobbing boy slowly walking towards him.
"P-Please, sir." whimpered Cecil as he rubbed his arm against his eyes to wipe away the mess of tears. "Th-Th-That's my b-brother." he cried.
The thug nearly grunted. "Get the hell away from me or I'll shoot your brother."
"I-I'll be your hostage!" begged Cecil. "P-Please, sir! J-Just let him go!"
The man clenched his jaw. He wouldn't hear the end of it from that snotty brat if he didn't swap them, and at least that kid was too much of a crybaby to flail like his idiot brother. After a minute of consideration, the man pushed Parker away and hooked his arm around Cecil. He turned around and bellowed his orders to the officers, ignoring their surprise as they recognized who it was.
Cecil looked at what he could see on the man. One gun and a knife. The gun's on a tight grip. The man's fidgety, he most likely won't shoot, but his nerves might cause him to accidentally pull the trigger. Cecil glanced elsewhere. He was too short to headbutt the guy effectively, however...
Waiting for the man to get distracted, Cecil elbowed the guy right in the crotch. He howled in pain, and in that moment Cecil took his weakness to his advantage. He got out of the man's grip and spun around to punch him in the face. Although the man was surprised, he fought back. He punched Cecil in the face, earning one in the stomach in return. They continued this back and forth until the man's anger got the best of him. He lifted the gun and fired it at Cecil. Fortunately his aim was off and all Cecil suffered was a cut on his left arm. Without the hesitation someone would feel from getting shot at, the blonde kicked the man's hand, successfully hitting a nerve and causing the gun to fall to the floor. Before the man could even register what had happened, Cecil picked up the gun and pointed it at him. "You're under arrest." he breathed.

"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"