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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:25 pm
"Sorry?" He asked, eyes lifting to stare up at Quinn. Normally his eyes were pretty expressive, but this time it was like the window had slammed down, shuttered and drawn. "Sorry?" He repeated quietly.
He'd have to move. He could never show his face around here again. In a single moment he had been evicted from his childhood home in the worst way possible.
Faster than he himself even realized, his fist had swung around in a hook, sparking and snapping lightning as he most thoroughly embedded it into Quinn's stomach. Not just one punch, a second one was already wheeling around to land itself on his face the moment the other struck. A third might've come had not something odd happened.
The moment the lightning dancing around his fist made contact with the other boy, it was like the world had dropped out from under him. Gone black - it was like his mind had been kicked out into infinity, bound to no body.
Another second later, and he found himself abruptly thrown back into a vessel.
A vessel filled with pain.
Why did this always happen to him?
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:17 pm
Quinn felt the punch in the stomach. Definately. Before he really had the chance to gasp for the air that had been knocked out of him, however, he found himself flung back into his other body, and he was no longer on the recieving end of the pain.
Well, that works out nicely for me.
Quinn looked at Vale, and knew that he had made the other boy incredibly angry.
He knew he had to do something.
God, why do I always have to do the nice things?
Because you're just a nice person?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He saw the supermarket owner angrily storm around his store, and then sighed, and left Vale there, walking up to the owner, and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Uh, sorry about this, sir, I did it."
"No! That...cat boy! Whoever it is! He did it! He will pay for all of this!" Quinn shook his head. "I don't know what you saw, but this was my fault. Do you need my help..." He paused, and forced himself to say the word, "Cleaning up? I'll work it off." He needed a job anyway. The man nodded shortly, handed him a broom, and walked off.
Quinn stared at the broom as if it were an incredibly foreign object, and then set it to the side, beginning to pick up canteloupes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:26 pm
Punching himself had been an incredibly smart idea, he realized in retrospect, gingerly uncurling himself from where he'd been hugging his stomach.
It fixed things, at least. His arms were his again. His body was back to being his-oh god.
He couldn't rub at his mouth enough. Stranger! Kissed! Mouth!
He whipped a glare back around to Quinn, only to find the other boy...cleaning.
Sort of. Completely ignoring the broom, but Vale was certain that if the shopowner wasn't there he'd be slitting the other boy's throat by now.
The mess was partly his fault, too. Not really - it had been Quinn who'd gone and made a mess, but...it was his body. If nothing else, he had to make things right with the owner, and silently he snatched up the abandoned broom to begin sweeping, solidly ignoring Quinn.
If he didn't ignore the other godling, he'd kill him with the rage pushing through his veins right now. And he didn't want to kill the shopowner to cover it up. Or those old ladies - he knew those women. They were his neighbors.
I dare say I almost missed your bleeding heart's conscience being around.
He tightened his grip on the broom. Quetzalcoatl ee's not as bad as you made him out to be.
What? Did he bribe you with cookies?
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