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 Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 1:13 am
"Whenever your ready to move in let me know, I'll leave you with my cell phone number. I'll assist with the move as well." He could be helpful. When he wasn't so scattered emotionally, and when he reminded himself that while this person had been against everything he now seemed to be accepting his new place int he world. This was a lieutenant - his lieutenant. And he would be damned if he didn't help him. "If you need help with whatever you need to do I'll be available." He would be available day or night, so long as he wasn't in school or at work, since he didn't sleep much at all. He wondered, briefly, when his school would start to worry over him and try to send him to the school shrink. He really hoped they went on not caring, as it seemed they were all too busy in 'end of the year' mode as he called it. Every year when it got this close to the end they started to focus on giving a seemingly endless amount of notes, lecturing about passing final exams, and stressing the students out as much as they stressed themselves out. The only subject where he wasn't stressing out were his art classes. He had everything in so far and was working on the final projects for the classes, working in class and whenever he could at home.
"No point...?" Sounding confused he tilted his head before blinking slate hued eyes, for a moment they'd seemed rather vacant and lost. "You do eat, correct? Or do you not expect to be fed while you live here?" He asked slowly while looking the other over. Surely he didn't think Alexandre would starve him or not stock up foods he liked as well. It would be rude not to take the others likes and dislikes into consideration.
Glancing around, to see if anything called out for his attention, he looked back to the other once he'd found nothing in need of immediate attention. "We can leave now. There is nothing pressing to be done right now."
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 10:44 am
"Zere isn't much to assist with..." Aside from maybe a box full of clothing and a few necessities, he didn't have anything worth moving from place to place. At most, he might need Alexandre to hold his keyboard. That hardly seemed worthy of offering assistance. "All I need are directions to zis place. I can carry ze s**t on my own." And he has done so, on occasions where his father evicted him for wrongdoings. Still, he wouldn't want to give Alexandre that idea, as he wasn't the most behaved roommate the boy would ever have. Perhaps it was anticipation of another lengthy fight and couch-crashing marathon that kept him from amassing possessions like any normal teen would.
Or maybe he just didn't care about material interests. He doubted this Negaverse needed materialistic soldiers to fight their battles; someone could simply break their prized... candlestick and send them into a fit of rage. How pathetic.
Alois huffed. "Of course I eat, idiot. If I move here, I don't expect to deal wis' a second mom." Besides, Alexandre looked even younger than him; how poorly would that reflect on him if he couldn't feed himself and relied on this kid who was basically a housewife? "All I'm doing is living here. You're making a big deal out of it." He'd lived with his parents for long enough, and even they didn't care what he ate half the time. What made Alexandre give a s**t about it?
At least they could leave, and he'd finally learn his location. He opened the front door and held it ajar by leaning against the jamb and pressing his shoulder into it. "We're walking, since zat's how I'll get back here." He mentioned his address, hoping Alexandre knew of its general direction, or else he'd have a damned hard time walking a straight shot to his house. Otherwise, they'd have to detour to the alley where they'd met, which could be unreasonably far away right now. Or, if irony reared its head, then Alexandre lived just down the street from him. Impossible? No. Improbable? Yes. Not only that, but he loathed the ramifications of having this general living right down the street from him. Hell, his mother might've befriended the poor fop. What a harrowing thought.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:43 am
So they didn't have much to bring...Johnathan hadn't either. What was it with people not owning much? Was this a male thing or some teenage thing and he'd never gotten the memo? Because he honestly owned a lot of things, especially clothing and candles, and would need help if he were to decide to move. If not help than a day or two in order to pack and move everything. Why did it seem others were different in this regard? Or really was he the odd one and not them? Nodding his head he went to get his keys and pull on his shoes. Even if he wasn't driving he still had a door to lock and alter unlock.
"I ask because you make it sound odd that I would ask for a list of things you'd like to see in the house to eat. As though I'd starve you or don't know how to cook." He stated with his nose up in the air just a bit, just a touch of arrogance lacing his words, as he stepped out front of the townhouse.
"Alright, we'll walk." Not something he fancied doing but nothing he couldn't do. He did do morning runs every morning. At least when he got the others address he did have an idea of where he was going, and it wasn't too long of a walk. Saying the last part he lead the way as he waited to hear whatever else the other had to tell him, more than likely something about the fact he cooked and would be cooking for them both now.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:25 pm
Was Alexandre serious? What did it matter if he thought it was strange. "Maybe I want to take care of myself instead of someone else doing it for me." Was that so hard a concept to grasp? He huffed as he stepped outside with the shorter man. His features betrayed his exasperation in their creases, and he struggled to keep the snarl out of his tone. "Maybe you're not used to zis, but I like to be independent. You teach me ze s**t about your little war zat I need to know, and I can fend for myself from it. Ze same sing goes for food - as long as I work, I can buy it myself." Though he didn't know the first damned thing about cooking. This exercise may just inspire a crash course, or he'd simply give in and allow this feminine teenager to cook for him. He rather disliked the implications there.
As they began their journey, with Alois walking in stride with Alexandre, he slipped a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. It bore the scrapes and valleys of use proudly, and one side caved inward with the blackened scars of many a match ground against its exterior. The box never closed properly due to a large tear in the lip, tracing along the fold. Still, the cigarettes inside remained pristine in their condition, and he slipped one into the corner of his mouth before he searched the depths of his pocket for the infinitesimally small matchbook. Once he'd found it, and struck one against the besieged side of the box, he cupped the gentle flame and held it to the cigarette.
And that first drag seeped relief into his bones.
Alois discarded the match in the street as they walked. He hadn't yet formed any respect for the meager little blond walking beside him, so he exhaled through his nose without any consideration for the directionality of the smoke. Maybe it would sting the boy's eyes, choke him with its scathing heat prying at his lungs. Maybe he'd discover a tantalizing need to breathe more of it. Perhaps, even, nothing would come of it at all.
His gaze remained fixated ahead, a thousand-thousand yards into the past, the future, the winding directionality of his life's path. He didn't know. He didn't care. Questions crept across his tongue with statements and extrapolations trailing behind like tired old strands on a weathered spider. "If you're going to call zis a war, zen I haf' to know. Haf' you ever killed someone?" In essence, he questioned whether Benitoite was worthy of respect. His respect.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 4:14 pm
"Fine. Be independent. I'm only offering and I'm rather used to it considering the last person to live here." Lily also but he'd been thinking of Bazzite. The other had done a lot in the house but he also wasn't so independent. Somehow Johnathan could cook, clean, and do everything else in the house and yet he needed direction and someone to do things for him. Lily though couldn't cook and so he had done that for her, on top of blending teas for her which he still did.
As he lead the way he tried to ignore things the other said. He had said his piece, did he need to continue? It seemed so. He got the message. This one was independent and he didn't need to help them with everything or do so much around the house for them, he didn't expect to ask the other to clean or anything.
Wrinkling his nose as the smell of smoke hit it he turned his head. Catching sight of the offensive object he wrinkled his nose a bit more. He wouldn't tell him what he could and couldn't do. But he didn't like the smell. Taking a few, quick, steps to add some distance between them he hurried his pace as he headed them toward the others home.
Tilting his head he turned to glance of his shoulder. He didn't blink, didn't hesitate, and was calm and even a bit cool as he answered. "Yeah - I have. You will too when the time comes."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:27 pm
What a snotty little brat. Not only did he resort to petulant little jabs, but he found it necessary to scurry away just because he took a drag? Alois was finding it difficult to believe in this kid and his paltry stories. How could this scrawny, haughty boy claim a place amongst this purported military? Their trust in him seemed greatly misplaced. A travesty at best, a lethal error at worst.
Alois quickly caught onto the blonde's distaste for the pungent odor of cigarettes. Given their height difference, he caught up to Alexandre easily and breathed a smoky sigh in his direction. He watched with an unfurling smirk at the younger boy's reaction. He just offered to house a petty schemer himself, so Alexandre should grow accustomed to his malicious pranks. Otherwise, he was subjecting himself to an unfathomable amount of loathing and misery. He hoped the boy wouldn't disappoint.
"I look forward to it." If being a part of this Negaverse meant having a license to kill, then he'd already identified his first target. The maiden voyage, so to speak. Quiet retribution sang the sweetest songs sometimes. "I want to watch you do it someday. It's hard to belief', you know. Zat you killed someone." You, a short, prissy little kid. You, an unlikely general. You, a herald of bizarre change.
You're a devil of your own breed.
Alois hesitated as they entered familiar territory. A bent street sign marked the journey of a drunken driver. Old, gnarled oaks framed the far sidewalk, providing some semblance of shade from the unrelenting sun. White picket fences twisted around their houses like thorny vines, overtaking the properties they claimed. "I know where to go from here. You don't need to follow me; if someone sees us togezzer, who knows what will come of it?" Primarily he anticipated his sister's reaction from spotting him with such a lissome young boy. And if she found out he was to move in with the blonde... No amount of bleach would erase that stain from his reputation.
Alois didn't need Alexandre's phone number, not to trace his way back. Despite his fears, the house was a relatively straight shot from his parents' apartment. "You'll see more of me soon." It was as close to a goodbye as he could manage.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:03 pm
For a split second he thought of removing the cigerette from the others person and throwing it to the ground, stomping on it, and then hitting the other right in the face. It was one thing to catch up to him, he was after all walking ahead of him, but to blow the smoke in his direction on purpose? Gritting his teeth he found himself nodding his head.
"Perhaps you'll get lucky and get to see me take anothers life, though I don't see it as that important of an event." Death happened and it happened even more in a war. He'd taken what...four - five lives? All senshi and he'd helped in taking the life of a civilian...oh but there was also the one he'd directed Buddingtonite to take, and watched over it. So he'd helped in a few killings as well. "I'll have to show you how..." Eventually...at some point...but when? He wasn't even sure when he'd get to giving that lesson.
How was it hard to believe that he'd taken a life? Did he look innocent or some such nonsense like that? He was sure Alois could track down a few senshi or knights who could vouch for him killing and quite violent, especially a select and special few. There were just some of those on the other side whom he really had it out for.
"Of course...do try not to get in trouble between now and then Lieutenant. I would like to have you return so I can train you." And he turned and headed back the way he'd come. This was certainly going to be interesting. His home would again be shared with another member of team chaos and this time maybe as a permanent thing, like it should have been with Johnathan.(And I think we can end it here.)
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