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 Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 11:40 pm
He never considered himself adopting this role before, but the temptations were too great. Considering he'd already teased Alexandre for weeks regarding his poor rendition of Kartoffelsalat (due to Alois' tendency to leave out a few key ingredients), he had to assert himself as superior to the blonde in the german dish. So, for this night only, Alois volunteered to take care of dinner.
He disliked cooking immensely, but he endured it to prove his point. And when his dishes were nearly finished, yet Alexandre failed to show up on time, it scathed him all the greater. He understood the blonde had an immensely busy schedule, but considering this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, Alois figured the boy might be punctual for once. That was assuming he hadn't encountered a particularly strong senshi, or a particularly nagging customer, or a particularly daunting slew of traffic.
Perhaps he should eat alone and damn the idea. Kartoffelsalat was commonly refrigerated regardless.
With a petulant sigh, Alois set the table in a manner he hardly remembered. Considering it's been so long since he endured family traditions and trite chores, he nary forgot silverware arrangements entirely. Alexandre was haughty enough that he'd likely discern it at a glance and harp on Alois for a lack of refinement.
Not like he would be lying.
With the reuben sandwiches finally garnished and cut for presentation, he finally laid the remainder of the food out. Among the admittedly short list of items, he included poppyseed scones, primarily to spite himself. At least it might prove an interesting escape from the conversation, should Alexandre traverse paths he preferred forgotten. Anaphylaxis was a hell of an exit.
Finally he caught the familiar clink of the tumblers signifying the blonde's arrival. Only forty minutes late... Not bad, if one absolutely hates one's company. However, Alois stifled his seething remarks for the time being; he would encounter several openings for such jabs throughout the course of the meal, to be certain. But... considering Alexandre held himself in such high esteem, what might've prevented him from returning home in a timely manner, especially knowing that Alois elected to partake in a domestic task?
Ach, was soll's!* He thought with a mixture of irritation and disappointment. He recently started dating someone, didn't he? That schwanzloser b*****d** better have a grand excuse that doesn't include jumping someone's bones... The mere thought of it roused a desire to smoke. Wunderbar.
Instead, he elected to notify Alex of the obvious. "You're late," he managed, in the most derisive tone he could muster. "I hope you haf' a damned good excuse."
*What the hell!
** Dickless b*****d.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 12:32 am
He had tried, even looking online, in order to try and make some food Alois would know from home - Germany. But he had failed, at least he was fairly sure he'd done less than good, with his attempt. Alois hadn't let it go for weeks, he was sure that Alois would tease him tonight about it in fact, so when Alois had decided he would be cooking the same meal Alexandre had been determined to make it home for dinner.
It seemed however that his promise to be on time was not meant to be kept. The nursery he worked at was owned by a family and he was one of the few who worked there who was not a member of the family, he just knew them all very well, so when one had taken off due to illness he'd been asked to remain till closing. Closing was however a rather fluctuating thing as it depended on when the last customer left, since it would be rude to just shove someone out of the place. So when the last customer, some middle aged lady, finished being rung up he'd helped put thins away into the green houses and hurried through the nursery locking green houses before he slipped out the chain link gate and to his car.
The drive home wasn't as bad traffic wise as it could have been but it didn't make up for the female who had taken so long to decide on what to get - he really had wanted to just tell her to go with everything! He'd wanted to get the hell home! He was sure he'd even grinded his teeth once or twice; so frustrated with her naive antics.
When he finally parked outside the townhouse and glanced to his watch, as he approached the front door, he sighed heavily. Alois was not bound to be pleased in the slightest; he felt like some husband walking in late on his house wife and knowing he was in for a scolding. Hesitating a moment to take a deep, somewhat calming, breath he slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door before turning the handle and gently pushing the door open. The smells hit him first and he focused his attention toward the kitchen where the smells were coming from. "Alois..." Was he going to be yelled at the moment he got in? Or would it be a minute or two?
Hearing the others words as he tossed hsi keys onto the little stand by the door, the door was shut and locked behind him, he toed off his shoes and headed further into the house. "I do - at least I hope it is acceptable enough." Oh great, he sounded like the child that was in trouble with their mother...or husband in trouble with their wife, yes definitely the second.
"I'll tell you over dinner - which smells amazing." He added, and it wasn't insincere in the least. "it smells better than when I'd tried to cook German food." Though his thoughts had all really been in the best place, wanting to give the other something familiar.
"Just let me wash my hands and change. I still smell like soil." And normally he would change in the back of his car, as he disliked the basic white polo and khaki pants he wore at work. "I promise I'll be fast about it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 6:35 am
No wonder he hated domestics. He no longer behaved like himself when participating in menial tasks. Perhaps he should stick with rampant, maniacal idealism instead; surely Alex would appreciate the growing collection of starseeds more than a paltry meal here and there.
He wondered if Micah felt the same when he walked in late. Instantly he banished the thought from his mind. He was here to gloat, not to draw comparisons between himself and a scatterbrained girl.
Alois smirked, though Alex couldn't see it.
With a pained effort, he crossed the kitchen and stood in the threshold toward the bathroom. "Haf' you been digging graves?" He asked, knowing full well that the other boy would brush off his joke without a second thought. Sometimes the blonde had no sense of humor; of all his appreciable tricks and witty remarks, Alexandre hardly laughed at any of them. Either he never developed a taste for black humor, or he simply held himself in much too high regard to allow himself a little mirth. Or maybe Alois simply wasn't funny. Somehow that seemed the far more likely option. He doubted Micah would appreciate such quips either; what a shame, what a pity.
By the time Alex returned, Alois had already seated himself again. "Were you out wis' ********?" Alois couldn't be bothered to remember the boy's name. "If so, you don't haf' to eat. I won regardless." He offered the blonde a triumphant grin. That's right; I can make a better meal than you. Sometimes. At least if it's german.
Finally he took a sip of water, though he refrained from touching his food just yet. "But..." He paused, hesitant to continue. Did he really want to venture down this road? The blonde's chosen social situations were his business, not Alois'. Would he have to expect the same interrogations in return? Maybe. Did he want to explain about the nervous, prattling wreck known as Micah? Not really; surely the blonde would consider her beneath him. And maybe she was, in some instances. Not terribly bright, that one. But maybe they weren't far off from each other on the social hierarchy. Gutter trash accumulated for a reason.
"Nevermind," he finished, dismissing the thought. "Just eat so I can revel in small victories."
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:47 am
The downstairs bathroom sufficed for cleaning his hands, and drying them, as for clothing a quick run up stairs to his room handled that and coming back down and into the kitchen he wore something more tolerable, more him. "To answer your earlier question - no. If I were digging graves I'd have asked you to assist me...and it would be at night and powered up." He stated with that all too sweet smile he was so good at producing. It was the sort of smile which should leave people uncomfortable feeling, as it was too friendly and surely masked something darker.
"I got tied up at work with closing up. One of the daughters was sick at home so I had to cover. We also had some woman who couldn't make up her mind, like some mindless idiot at a mall with a sale at every store she fancies. Unsure, running about, rambling, and asking everyone for an opinion as she seemed to lack one of her own." Shaking his head he smiled at the other, that too sweet smile having melted away at some point. It wasn't that he didn't think Alois funny, he did, he simply didn't laugh loudly like most would. Like many things with him his laughter, when he did indeed laugh, was toned down to an appropriate level. It was just another thing about him that seemed to fit right into that puzzle that all people were.
Rather than correct Alois on Quenton's name, he still wondered if it bothered the German that he was dating someone, rather he simply shook his head while grabbing a fork from the table where they'd been set. "You did indeed win and I think I'll eat - I'd actually like to try this." No sooner had he made to get a fork full of food did the other open his mouth...pause and than wave off whatever he was going to say and promptly change the topic.
Shaking his head he set his fork down gently. "Something on your mind Alois?" Seated across from him the blond brought both elbows up onto the table, so much for proper manners, so they rested on either side of his plate. His fingers laced together and his chin rested itself on the bridge of tangled digits. "You know you needn't worry over what you say here - I'd hope you'd have come to realize this isn't a house for you to dwell in but a home for you to live and be yourself in." He had been working on chastising the other less about things he did, especially with putting cigarette butts out in his pants. He was just resigning himself to removing them. He couldn't just force the other to change, it wasn't fair really, it had to be changes that Alois wanted to make and did make all on is own. He had to accept Alois for who he was, he'd been telling himself this more and more recently, as he did think highly of the other and regard him as a friend - a very close friend.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:59 pm
Though Alois watched Alex, it was more appropriate to say he stared through the boy. Often he found himself adrift in thought, and took conscious effort to ground himself in reality. When Alex responded with his question, it reminded him of just how difficult it was to retain the mindfulness he had before. When did this change occur? When did the real world assume such an inconsequential role in his life? Though he did not gesticulate a response to Alexandre's inquiry, he inwardly recalled himself from such thoughts.
"I sought you knew me by now, Alex. Zere's always somesing on my mind." In a childish gesture of mimicry, he placed his elbows atop the table and laced his fingers together, his chin resting on their hammock. Afterward he cocked an eyebrow at the boy, waiting for him to recognize the blatant echo of his actions. "Maybe you don't realize zis, but you will always pass judgment on me for what I do or don't say. Ze same applies to everyone; essentially zere is no 'home', no real place to be myself in my entirety. You'f experienced it too, no doubt - you can only exhibit pieces of your personality wis' ozzer people. You cannot maintain ze depravity of Benitoite around close friends, or your stuck-up nature around customers, or your kindness around me. It's part of being human."
The final fragment of his small speech burned him to the core, cauterized his heart and all livelihood flowing through it. Why human? Why did he have to be human? Why must he subject himself to the whims of frivolous emotions? Was he really no different than the charismatic yet impulsive Buddingtonite, or the ceaselessly neurotic and fractured Micah? To find himself so similar bore a truly revolted reaction.
Though he tried to suppress it, he snarled. He tried to salvage the situation by rolling a fist in front of his mouth and averting his gaze from the boy. He held no respect for humanity, so to be a part of something so detestable...
He desperately sought for a reprieve.
"Zat's all beside ze point, isn't it?" Still, his golden sights lingered on an unassuming plant atop a bolted shelf. "You want to know what's on my mind, and I'm just dodging ze question. So - if you tell me how sings are going wis' your new date, zen I might oblige you wis' an answer." Slowly his telltale smirk corrupted his normally stoic visage.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:43 pm
Laughing he gave a good natured, warm, smile to the other and tilted his head further. "Indeed - you are always thinking. I wonder sometimes just how brilliant you really are. I still think you should take some college philosophy courses; I'm sure you'd do well in them." Actually he liked to think he knew Alois well enough to know he'd even like them, might go a second semester just to take more classes like the first ones.
"It is the problem which comes from our very nature to be social and seek other people out. To be social we must, at times and in situations, tuck away certain aspects of ourselves. But home is a place that the least amount of ourselves is tucked away. I could never speak so freely of killing or hurting people around Lily - I can here and around you. I could not be so arrogant at work and yet I am in public. I - I don't intend to come off as less than kind with you. Actually whenever I'm not kind I think that's a matter of miss-communication between us. It is never intentional on my part. I do hold you in high regard and consider you closer than a friend - closer than others within the Negaverse who I call friend." His words were slow, measured, and spoken with a soft sureness in them. Sincerity was something which poured from him, he really wasn't the sort who could lie. He simply wasn't suited for such a thing.
"Perhaps over time we can both untuck everything and during that time accept the other for who they are - completely. We could have a nice home then and possibly diminish the issues of communication we seem to have from time to time. I do dislike when those things occur as I'm sure you do as well." As the other snarled and pressed a fist to his mouth the blond watched him carefully, waiting to see what he would say. He hoped to keep this conversation pleasant, as it seemed to be heading down that path, and wished it to stay down that path. The question Alois asked startled him though and he felt himself smiling and tilting his head downward, toward the table.
Unfolding his hands he picked up his fork and dug in. Taking a bite of food, humming in appreciation, before responding. "Things, new as they are, seem to be going well. I'd say it's still at the stage of getting to know one another. It's too soon to make a full opinion on things and not much as happened. But I am hoping to get some free time and figure out something to do with Quenton - any ideas you might have?" He asked with a quirking of a brow. It might not seem it, though his tone said it, he was honestly interested in whether Alois had any ideas or suggestions for him. "And the food - is good. It's better than I did, thank you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 12:03 pm
Alois scoffed at the mention of college classes. Between working full time and his regular outings as Bischofite, he had little ability to cram anything else into his schedule. Right now it remained tentatively balanced with enough time for himself, but Alex sought to change that. Maybe he wanted to see the misanthrope less often. Couldn't blame him for that. As for the brilliant comment?
Lies, through and through.
But to be considered a friend after that? Closer than a friend? The blonde must've lost sight of the deep rift between them. Cultural boundaries, economic status, even belief systems drove the two farther and farther apart, yet Alexandre continued to consider him closer than a friend. Sure, he stopped complaining about the cigarette butts in his potted plants, but that was due to the fact that Alois had no choice but to quit smoking. The blonde aired no grievances concerning the various spiders found around the house because Alois tired of that particular prank and found it too predictable now. Currently they maintained a tentative grace period, where the house harbored no unusual tricks and traps. Surely that moment of solace would draw to a close, and what then? Would Alex still consider him 'closer than a friend'? He doubted it.
It seemed food was an excellent idea, for Alex seized upon it as an excuse to delay his response. It wasn't what he expected - Alois predicted the blonde would answer that Quenton wasn't who he seemed, that the man was far beneath him and he sought to break it off in a socially acceptable means. Alois predicted Alexandre might assert that Quenton was too forward, that he had a one track mind, that he didn't appreciate the nuances in dating. However, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of his true response. Things were fine? What was fine? How does one quantify fine?
Maybe Alex needed to explain it, because Alois had no concept of a functioning relationship.
Finally he readied a response. "My ideas are too... unorsodox for first dates, apparently." Micah vetoed his suggestion without even hesitating, as far as he could tell. She probably figured him for suicidal or a highway killer after he suggested meeting up on the overpass. Obviously he wasn't cut out for the realm of dating, though he had few experiences dealing with it. The last person he legitimately dated lived in Dresden, not Destiny City. "Pick somesing easy to digest." It was perhaps the only advice he had to give. After all, Alexandre had a far better grasp on romanticism than him.
Already he regretted meeting Micah for his repeated failures at proper social interaction. He set upon his meal bereft of any indications toward his self-deprecation. Why would Alexandre care to know? He already had some boyfriend now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 12:23 am
Want to see him less? Hardly. In actuality Alexandre thought the other brilliant and in need of an outlet for such brilliance. The other was deep and really should be putting it to use and perhaps finding other deep minded people to talk with, as there were times when Alexandre actually felt himself lacking when compared to the others brilliance. But how could he tell the other this? And more importantly how could he tell the other this and have Alois believe him? But he thought highly of Alois and thought he should do more with his mind. He knew Alois worked full time, plus Negaverse duties, but Alexandre had long ago learned to balance his own life. part time work, Negaverse duties, house work, and now college also. The only time he faltered was when new things were added, as it took time to adjust things, like his punishment training and scheduled time in the Rift where all he did was read and take notes. Speaking of that punishment...he wondered when it would end, he hadn't heard a thing thus far. It had already ruined his plans to have a vacation this summer, he really had wanted to take a vacation this summer. He'd felt it needed, and perhaps even deserved, and now he had to wait till Christmas time if all went well.
"Unorthodox....?" The word spoken was a question but not for the other. Alexandre tilted his head and eyed the other, as if the answer would suddenly appear on Alois' face. And perhaps it had, as he found himself smiling, even though he felt an odd hollowness for a single moment. "Are you dating someone? Or rather, did you ask someone out and suggest something they didn't like?" As it certainly sounded like that was the case. How interesting and he wanted to know all about it, even while he also felt a need to not know. He was happy though at the thought of Alois being happy. It was so confusing what he felt and how he really couldn't find a name for them all or a reason behind them all. He had to fight to keep a frown or contemplative expression from his face, as he wanted to sit back and try and figure himself out, this was time to talk to Alois and help him - not figure himself out.
Sitting back he got comfortable as he let his hands fall into his lap, and tilted his head back and to the side in a lazy manner, as though his head were perhaps too heavy. "Whether it's unorthodox or not I think the ideas people come up with for dates show a little bit of who the person suggesting it is. So unorthodox or not it's something that's you and if she's interested in you she should know that and accept it - and thus you...or not. You shouldn't worry about your ideas being unorthodox or not. It's you being you and showing a bit of who you are. But that's my opinion."
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 10:53 pm
Alexandre's question caught him off-guard, though he should've expected it. He didn't suppose the boy would pick up on such a minor nuance in his explanation, but he managed it without fail. At least Alexandre had a fairly astute head on his shoulders - it was more than he could say for the majority of the individuals he had the displeasure of meeting. Alois understood that he didn't hide surprise very well; as a result, the blonde could've easily read the truth from his countenance. So be it - he may as well explain himself to salvage what reputation he might've garnered as a caustic misanthrope. "I... wouldn't call it dating." He only hesitated as he chose his words carefully. "It's an experiment, more zan anysing. Zis stupid wench found me minding my own business, and she asked about my leg so I decided to ******** wis' her and lie about how I got ze injury. Simple, yes?
"Only sings got interesting when she showed me zis scar on her chest, and she cited receiving it from a youma. Now she could'f lied about it as well, but I don't sink zere are too many people around who lie for shits and giggles. So I figured, if she knew about youma, why wouldn't she know about senshi? So when she gaf'e me her number, I decided to test out my hunch and inspect her life a little. She hasn't told me anysing about senshi or even potential names yet, but I don't know how long I want to deal wis' her before I gif' up and consider ze mission a failure." Is that how he thought of things now? In iterations of missions and skirmishes and all-out wars? Fitting though it was, even those terms were far too streamlined to apply to life.
After propping his elbows on the table, Alois laced his fingers across the nape of his neck and forced the heels of his hands into his tonsils. It hurt, but it felt a little necessary. "First impressions are always contrived lies. It's almost a ritual, not unlike male peacocks fanning zeir feazers to impress mates. If you lie well enough, maybe zey'll come back to you. Disgusting process, zat. But I haven't dated anyone since I left Bexbach and I'm a little rusty - I broke ze tradition and asked if she wanted to meet me at an overpass. What's better zan srowing rocks at passing cars, yes?" He laughed, though sardonically, like he failed somehow. Maybe he did.
Something just didn't feel right.
After a nearly inaudible sigh, Alois raised his gaze from his uneaten food and toward Alexandre once more. "Tell me - why are you seeing someone? Why Quenton in particular?" He wanted to know, though his tone hinted at denigration. "You won your answers, now I want mine."
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 3:21 pm
Alexandre was good at reading people, at least better than the average person. He wasn't perfect, no way to be, but he was used to reading people and interpreting things properly. It was just one of those things and a skill he had; and with Alois living with him for a while now...well he could read him well. Nodding his head at the others explanation of explaining his injury away to a curious person. he'd only had to explain things away at a hospital. He'd luckily not had to explain things away to his parents or Lily and Xander, he was poor at lieing and well...they'd know he was lieing.
"Did she say Youma? or describe one?" He asked, perking up, as he eyed the other. While waiting for the other to continue he did take another bite of his food. He really needed to get Alois to cook a bit more; at least German food. "It makes sense to make that leap from knowing about youma to senshi. Though it could just be coincidence and she just knows what attacked her and not the name or anything beyond what she dealt with." Though the fact Alois was digging around for information was a good idea, something potentially promising. "Even if she does though it won't be easy getting information from her. I'd like to her all about it, as it happens, I'm interested in how you'll go about this. It's a game I've not played myself." He played the game of turning senshi, or trying to, not potentially gathering information from them. It was a different game and one he wanted to see how Alois played, and if he was successful at.
"And if you gain information from her? What will you do with her in the end? Kill her?" He questioned. Would he seek to turn her or kill her? What plans beyond information gathering did Alois have, had he not thought that far ahead yet? He doubted it. Alois wasn't the sort to not plan things.
"Mmm...most people are like that - indeed. I try not to lie or put up a front - to ruffle my feathers. I'm not good at lieing." He said honestly, although Alois likely knew that fact about him by now. "I don't think that's breaking tradition. Tradition is anything people share for a long time. Between you and her there are no such things. And dating is different with every person or persons and their preferences and personalities." Lips pressed together in an attempt to stop them from twitching up into a smile. Throwing rocks at cars....typical comment from Alois and not a bit of a surprise. "If she won't throws rocks at cars with you perhaps I'll accompany you. You can throw them and I'll watch?" A friendly offer to the other to spend time, as civilians, doing something Alois wanted to do. Did it matter, or mean anything, that he was offering to do something with Alois that some girl wouldn't do on a date with him? Alexandre didn't even consider or think about that and what it could mean.
"I'm not sure why I'm seeing someone - it wan't planned. It is one of those things which simply happens. I'd say there is just something between you, in the air, that has you feeling that it's ok to agree to dating." Was he describing what he'd felt or was he sounding like some parent giving the talk to a child? He wasn't sure, for a moment he was sure he sounded like the lecturing parent, but he was describing what he'd felt. "As for why Quenton...why not? He shares some interests and hobbies and he's easy going. He's not air headed and he's mature enough. He's different from the masses. There is something unique there." He said slowly, thinking out every word before he spoke them, as though tasting each word even as it passed his lips.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 6:19 pm
"She didn't specifically say youma, but..." He languidly waved the notion away. "It's unimportant. If I glean somesing from her, and zat well dries up, zen I get to haf' my fun wis' her. I'f never driven someone to kill zemselfs before, and I'f been itching to try it." He flashed his general a mischievous grin. "Can you imagine how fun zat would be? To manipulate someone so utterly, so soroughly, zat you don't even haf' to murder zem yourself?" He unfurled his fingers from across the nape of his neck and steepled them just before his chin.
As he continued to speak, he angled his hands toward Alex by tilting his wrists. "Just imagine it: she's had a long day. Maybe she's a knight herself. She comes home after fighting a youma, but she lost ze fight and as a result, several civilians die. She's in a terrible mood because a certain captain by ze name of Bischofite convinced her zat she's wors' nossing in zis world, and she has scars from a certain general by ze name of Benitoite to proof' it. Beaten down and utterly depressed, she powers down and slinks back into her parents' house, srough ze second story window and into her room, where she finds a letter from her wonderful boyfriend Alois. And in zat note, she finds out her increasingly crumbling relationship has dissolved, her knighthood being ze core cause, and since she cannot separate herself from her life as a knight..."
Alois slammed his hand onto the table suddenly, creating a jarring noise curiously similar to a crack.
"She hangs herself." He laughed, thoroughly enthralled with his own plans. What else might compare to such fun. "Not bad, eh?" Finally he breathed a moderately disappointed sigh. Such entertaining events constantly escaped him, as though those gruesome affairs only applied to the presence of Bischofite. How perplexing - any rare event that sparked such excitement in him was immediately followed by a bleak period, as if he was ashamed of exhibiting positive emotion in the first place.
His hands now returned to their initial position, interlaced and pressed together in front of his mouth, obscuring any smile or frown or sneer. "I know you're just humoring me, Alex. Even wis' ze comment about going to ze overpass wis' me." Though crestfallen, he managed a halfhearted attempt at humor. "But before I even attempt it, I'd like for my leg to heal completely. Ozzerwise it's a b***h to run from ze cops." Still, he didn't laugh.
Maybe it was time to retain the subject of Alexandre's endeavors, rather than dwell on his own failures. However, the thought of Alex dating someone sounded jarring and disjointed. Would he exhibit different mannerisms now, or talk incessantly about his date? Would Alois get pushed out of the picture in favor of spending more time with Quenton?
Though he listened to Alexandre's small speech, his mind never focused on the subject. Already he was thinking ahead to the vast changes that occur due to dating - Quenton might move in. Alois might be asked to move out for privacy's sake. Quenton might become a Negaverse agent by Alexandre's hand. They'll patrol together. They'll kill together. They'll sleep together. And as he thought, their entire lives became more mapped out, until their final days in a fit of blood and glory.
He blinked, and Alexandre's lecture drew to a close. "So zat's it, huh? 'Why not'?" I can think of a few reasons. "I sought you'd haf' a better reason behind it zan zat." Still, he didn't bother to touch his food. He hardly wanted to, given the topic of discussion. It was Alexandre's choice, but...
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 8:54 pm
He wasn't big on the idea of killing civilians, not that he hadn't done it, but he didn't advocate it either. He didn't scold or correct Alois at all instead he listened to the other speak. Alois could be manipulative but could he get someone to the point of suicide? Yes, a weak person. He was sure Alois could do it. How weak was this person Would it come to that? As Alois continued, even moving his head more in his direction, Alexandre found himself even more captivated by the others words.
"Hmmm...I think I'd like to correct you one minor thing. Perhaps rather than a Captain it's a General by the name of Bischofite. As I'm sure that will happen sometime soon - I've heard of some other..games of yours. I was pleased to hear about them - brilliant really. I'm surprised no one else has thought of it before. Then again I'm not surprised something so thought out came from you." He stated with a smile creeping across his features that somehow resembled the Cheshire cat from a famous children movie, and book. It was something which said 'I got the mouse, the bird, the cream and clawed up the neighbors poor dog.'
"Mmm, I'd have thought you'd have wanted something more bloody than hanging....slitting her wrists...maybe drowning herself in the tub." But hanging was also interesting and rather easy to do. But it was all down the pipeline and possibly not even possible. It was something which for now was a wish, dream, and maybe desire for Alois. And again he didn't like civilian deaths but it was interesting and if she were a knight, or a senshi, then the death sounded pleasing - oh so pleasing. "Mmmmm...I almost hope she's a knight or a senshi so that happens.." The words almost a purr as pleasure over the idea, the mental image, saturated his blue-gray eyes.
"And I'm not saying that to humor you. I would indeed join you. I may not assist but I will watch and of course help us escape if it's needed. I wouldn't have you arrested." He said with a more natural, more normal, appearing smile. "But like you said - only once you've healed enough to run."
As he finished answering and Alois spoke it seemed the other was...displeased somehow. Was it the answer...or something else? What upset Alois? He worried about upsetting the other, something he didn't like doing ever, and sought the answer so he could find the resolution - a way to fix it. "A why not and a it felt right. But we shall see how it goes." Alois would find that Alexandre would not be inviting Quenton to move in, Quenton had a place, and Alois would find himself still very much welcome to live in the house and call it home. Alexandre wouldn't be changing things with Alois, aside from not sleeping with him, what would Alois do when he realized things weren't going to change much at all? That Alexandre was almost as unmoving as a rock when it came to how he lived.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 10:21 pm
Alois furrowed his brow in reserved surprise when he heard Alexandre's mention of being a general. For all the time he spent bending the rules and scraping by on energy quotas, he was hard pressed for wayward demonstrations to promote himself to such status. However, as the blonde continued, he revealed the reasoning behind his statement: he'd heard all about Bischofite's violent forays into the human mind. And he thought so highly of it too. Soon Alois felt heat creeping through his ears, and in response he edged an elbow into his fork and sent it careening off the table. "s**t," he muttered as he bent over to seize it.
How the hell could he have known? Was it on the news? He hadn't told anyone, and the majority of the officers involved died, but Carnelian didn't. Still, the man seemed far too disgusted with his amoral means of attacking senshi, so he doubted the corrupted redhead would have much to say on the matter. He could've heard it from one of the White Moon involved, but Benitoite lacked the patience and restraint to listen to one of them prattle on about Negaverse endeavors. So how could he possibly know?
How could Alexandre know of his strange machinations and actually praise him for it?
Finally he grasped the offending fork and sat upright, brushing the entire affair off as a case of butterfingers. Possibly even butterfork. It didn't matter; he still managed to conceal the majority of his embarrassing reaction from the boy. "Be careful, or I might srow rocks at you instead..." He muttered under his breath.
When he regained his grasp on his stoicism, Alois addressed the more serious issue of Quenton. Issue? More like inconvenience, perhaps. No, it felt like more than an inconvenience - the introduction of a date to Alexandre's life may threaten his own precariously monotonous home life. What if things between them became so skewed that he had to move out? Certainly he wouldn't return to his family's apartment, but alternatively he couldn't imagine living alone. What was he supposed to do? Latch onto Micah as a means of salvation through this potential sea of change?
Well - Alois wouldn't have any of that. If their relationship progressed in a manner he saw unacceptable, then he would try his damnedest to corrupt that nurturing tie so greatly that the two must vow to never see each other again. Surely, if he could endeavor to lead someone to suicide, then he could end a budding relationship with far more ease. And he might manipulate the pieces as he saw fit.
Finally he elected to speak on the subject. "If zis is what you want, so be it. But I'm not moving out for him, and don't expect me to leaf' whenever he comes over. If you do, I'll pour bleach into any lube you might haf'." To emphasize his statement, he shot Alexandre the most scathing glare he could muster.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 11:59 pm
Word got around in various ways, he wasn't about to tell Alois how he found things out. Suffice to say that he did know just what his Captain had been up to. And to be honest he was most proud of Alois, out of the few people he had corrupted and brought into the Negaverse. Alois seemed to be going places and took to this all like a duck to water really, he seemed to gain pleasure from killing and beating on senshi and knights alike...and civilians. He had made a killer...and once or twice he had worried what would happen when this war ended. Would Alois suffer mentally for it all? For everything Alexandre had made him? He hoped it never happened, the suffering not the war ending - he hoped it ended.
Watching as Alois ducked down, under the table, for his fork he shook his head, smiling. Somehow he didn't think that was an accident; but he didn't say anything. Rather he took the time to eat a bit more of the meal Alois had made. Yes, he would see if the other could cook on the very rare occasion, something German of course, as it really wasn't bad at all.
"I would hope you wouldn't throw rocks at me. I really do mean it though - I would go with you and watch you have fun." And enjoy watching the other have fun, and maybe smile or seem at least a little more like a normal teenager? He doubted it but he could hold some flicker of hope - right? It wouldn't due to let that flicker turn into something more though, the sure let down would just hurt the blond.
As the other seemed to defend his position in the house he shook his head and stared at Alois. "I told you once - think of this as a home not a house. I meant it. I wouldn't kick you out, ask you to leave, or any such nonsense. This is your home as much as it is mine. If you wanted to invite that person over you could or friends even. It's your home as well...though it seems you don't think of it as such - yet." Yet was the keyword. He would get Alois to think of this as home! "Your glare...doesn't work you know?" He asked after a moment of watching the other, to add to his words he raised a fine brow and smiled a bit even. "Eat - the food you made is good."
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:21 am
Luckily it seemed that Alexandre didn't notice his hoax - if he did, he stayed silent. No matter - even if he brought the matter to light, Alois would've vehemently denied his motives. That's what he was good at, right? The king of misdirection, if such folly suited a position of royalty.
How disgusting.
"Why would you want to watch me haf' fun?" As he spoke, he leaned on his elbows, watching Alex relentlessly. He splayed his fingers across his mouth, his index going astray across the bridge of his nose. "Sounds pointless to me. Or are you desperate to determine if I haf' fun or not? Because I can assure you, zose little experiments you heard about - zey were a lot of fun." He smiled, though partially obscured. "But sometimes It's... No, nevermind." Rather than continue with his abstract train of thought, he averted his gaze to the kitchen counter and leaned back in his seat.
It set him at unease when he heard Alexandre refer to his stay here as residing in his home - how much of that is true? His name wasn't on the lease. He hadn't decorated any of the house, not even his own room. And certainly Micah didn't belong here - until he determined it was of great use to introduce her to his room, to his place of residence, he deemed it necessary to keep her as far out of his life as possible. She hadn't earned that privilege yet, nor would she. Not with her status as a means of ferreting out information.
Alex's mention of his ineffectual glare only drew his eyes back to the boy, this time staring harder than before. "Of course it does," he returned, voice laced with subtle threat. The possibility remained that Alexandre never read his subtle-as-a-chainsaw social cues very carefully, and thus never fully understood why he glared or why he behaved the way he did. What a depressing thought - for all the months he spent beneath Alexandre's roof, adjusting to the boy's nuances, learning his personality, exploring his boundaries... Alexandre had yet to learn much of him. Surely he understood the basics, but did he really see very far beneath the surface. Dichotomously, he both hoped for and dreaded it.
"I don't want to eat right now." As he glanced down at the sandwich, stuffed with its sauerkraut and swiss cheese and corned beef, he found himself marginally revolted by its appearance. He'd eaten them a plethora of times, and always found them palatable, but now? He'd rather sip the water and call it a meal. He visually searched the sandwich for answers, but found little within the porous marble rye. What was he even doing? Why relegate himself to such a marginalized domestic role? It felt wholly incorrect.
This felt wholly incorrect.
"Alex..." He paused for an indeterminable period of time. "It feels like zere's change on ze horizon."
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