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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 2:36 pm
He'd been folding laundry when the call had come in.
There was a particular way to folding shirts that Noah was rather meticulous about (granted, when was the ******** not meticulous?) and large, thick fingers were on their third crease out of four when the dull tone began to play in the back pocket of his jeans. Despite having changed the tone several times to try to find a reasonably tolerable song, the noise continued to grate on his nerves. Talking was easier than texting but when he generally didn't do either (unless it involved a certain ginger), he couldn't be ******** to bother with the stupid device.
Eyes rolled when caller ID spoiled the surprise of who was calling and for a brief moment Paul debated not answering. The last time he'd bothered had ended up with him becoming a taxi ride for a goddamn cat and he wasn't feeling particularly generous about doing it again anytime soon.
Still, the green icon was clicked and he begrudgingly dragged the phone up to his ear. Moments later, the shirt was forgotten on the bed and heavy feet were pounding down the staircase.
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Calloused hands gripped the steering wheel as his Baby pulled out of the driveway with an ear-piercing screech. The tires hardly had time to adjust as the car was thrown into drive and his boot slammed down on the gas pedal.
"C'mon kiddo, hang in there."
The murmur was soft as violet eyes darted back and forth, from mirror to window and back to mirror again. Finding the location Itchachi had sent him was especially hard when he could hardly keep his mind on anything but is he alright?
What had his stubborn a*****e of a husband gotten himself into?
It was hard to sit still in the driver's seat as the pounding in his chest grew loud enough that the man could swear he heard the thump thump thump echoing in his ears. If anything happened to his Noah....
Legs adjusted themselves below the steering wheel, the heavy weight of an unfamiliar weapon burdening his left leg as he'd had sense enough to strap his gun on before racing out the door. He hated using it, he absolutely hated firing a weapon when one could resolve issues with fists or knives but... well.
When it came to Noah Jones, he was ready to kill a man if he had to.
Clammy palms managed to stay glued to the wheel as he turned onto the street Itsumo had given him during his instructions. Violet eyes stayed peeled for any sign of red or fur in sight because where in the <********> was his husband??
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 7:04 am
Gomorrah had enough strength left in him to power down and hobble to a nearby alleyway, wedged between a convenience store and a vintage record place. The Mau was unable to carry him without changing into a humanoid form (and bringing half the city’s Negaverse down on top of them), so the cat kept close on the ginger’s heels, cloaking his powered signature until he could lie down and rest beside a dumpster and a few stacks of semi-soggy cardboard boxes. It was hoped beyond measure that the Negavere assailant would lose them between being momentarily stunned, Noah powering down and Itsuki keeping him cloaked. Once Noah was comfortably (or, at least, reasonably so) on the ground, Itsuki had pulled the trusty Neko-Commu from subspace to give the significant other of the poor drained Page an emergency call. “Paul-sama, please pick up… Paul-sama…” muttered the cat, keeping green eyes peeled for any suspicious activity coming down the alley while the phone rang. Yes, last time was a plea for a ride, but that was then! This was incredibly importa---Click.”Paul-sama!!” squeaked the cat, perched on Noah’s leg, tail twitching nervously. “Paul-sama, it’s an emergency! It’s Noah-san, he’s been drained by a Negaverse officer! Onegai, come quick! We’re at 5th and Lawson, by the old record store. There’s a 7-11 on the corner! We’re in the alley. I’m keeping an eye on him!! Please come quick!” --- Itsuki knew it would take at least ten minutes before Paul could arrive, but those minutes ticked by like days. Every so often upon hearing a car pull up to the stop light on the corner, the Mau would dash out of the alley to peek and see if it was that familiar car. Six times did he do this, each time returning to Noah to continue his feline vigil until the lucky seventh car was that of Paul Jones, Husband Rescuer. As the car pulled up to the sidewalk to parallel park, Itsuki was by the passenger side door in a flash, bouncing up and down. “Paul-sama! Over here!”
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 7:58 am
From the way it hurt to breath, how it hurt to even be slumped over himself while weakly resting against some nasty alley wall Noah knew that he'd either bruised or broken some ribs. Keeping conscious was a struggle, his head swimming and his body beaten and...exhausted.
Crazy had been doing something that sapped his energy and it ********' sucked.
Worse yet was that he was rescued by that cat Paul had brought home who was calling his ******** knew it was the best course of action, he was in no position to do anything but sit where he was because he ached and was on the verge of passing out at any given minute but....
Paul would have a chance to go I told you so and maybe that stung more than any punch Crazy Tits had thrown at him.
He was barely able to lift his head, vision blurring before refocusing, when the car pulled up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 2:53 am
The moment he saw the Guardian cat on the sidewalk, his car swerved to the side and into the nearest opening available. A loud crunch alerted everyone in the nearby area that he'd hit the front bumper against a hydrant - <********> - but there was no time to be concerned about trivial things like his favorite materialistic possession in the entire goddamn world.
As far as park jobs went, the position he left Baby in was only technically considered parallel parking - he had done well just to remember to slam the gear into park before his car door was swinging open and the large man was climbing out. He was already around the front of the car by the time the door slammed shut behind him, dark hair whipping wildly as eyes moved from the Guardian towards the alleyway he was scampering towards. When they settled on the slumped form with red hair, his heart felt as though it'd stopped in his chest.
"Noah?"
Heavy steps refused to stop until he was in the alleyway, falling down onto his knees as he tossed aside soggy cardboard, making room for himself as thick fingers reached out to collect the sorry looking ******** he was terrified of losing.
"It's okay, kiddo, I'm here - I'm here."
The taller man was quickly dragged into the large man's lap, ginger head roughly being cradled against his chest as violet eyes looked him over for injuries. The way he was holding his torso wasn't good - had he suffered any internal damage? Did he need to call for an ambulance?
Finally glancing back up to the furry comrade who'd called him in the first place, a hoarse Paul sputtered, "What the <******** happened?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 12:14 pm
Ghouliboo V concerned for grumpy husband Nuxaz who is probably v upset about stinky alleyway “Paul-sama! We’re so glad to see you!” Tiny paws carried the worried feline back and forth between Paul and Noah until the two were one in the same, the redhead resting in his husband’s lap. At least now, Noah was safe and could be carried home or taken to the hospital. What internal injuries he might have sustained, the cat did not know. Itsuki shook his head, sitting back on his hind legs. “I don’t know exactly, Paul-sama. I was out looking for fish and I sense a Negaverse Captain signature on top of a Page, and I went to investigate, and it was Noah-san! The Captain was draining him and so I started yelling and ran in and NEKO BEIMU just like you remember with the Captain that had the whip! I stunned her and kept Noah-san’s signature hidden and called you right away when Noah-san was settled and resting!” Once his portion of the story was told, Itsuki had scampered to Paul’s side and stood on the larger man’s leg to try and inspect the redhead closer. “Is he okay, Paul-sama? Should I call an ambulance? Noah-san, can you hear us? Are you okay??”
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:39 am
There was a slow wheeze that escaped Noah when he was moved from the grimy ground floor and into his husband's lap. He let himself be cradled and his fingers weakly grasped at one of the arms holding him.
"Got into a tussle, y'know..." he trailed off, gaze unfocused while he inhaled shakily, "the kind you like." But Paul had always been the brawler and Noah the brains.
He seemed to drift off a little, head lolling and pressing against the broad chest he liked under different circumstance, but his eyes snapped open when Itsumo mentioned an ambulance.
"No." It was as forceful as he could manage, stormy eyes narrowing into a glare shot at his rescue cat. "Don't need a--" a halt for another wheeze coupled with a groan of pain "********' ambulance."
His gaze unfocused again.
"Just get me home."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 6:34 am
"The kind I..."
The more Itchuchu spoke, the more tense Paul could feel his grip growing around the younger man. Some a*****e had decided to turn his one and only into a punching bag and Paul had been oblivious to it all. If the furry Energizer Bunny of a space cat hadn't come across Noah - or rather, Gomorrah....
Wait.
He'd been out and about as Gomorrah?
"You ******** dumbass."
The voice that left his mouth was a little softer than a growl, "You're not allowed to scare me like that. Christ, Noah. ********, you know I can't... you can't ******** head shook, hushing his comment before he could finish. It took some effort to rise from the ground in the position he was in, but he managed to hoist both of them up as the large man made his way back to his scratched up car.
He knew he should take him to the damn hospital but he wasn't going to deal with an ornery ginger on top of the growing worry already stressing him out. He'd do what he could at home and if things didn't get better, he'd drag his scrawny a** kicking and screaming to the ER if he had to.
The passenger door was opened and Noah was delivered into the seat akin to a baby being tucked into their carseat by a worrisome mother. Paul knew it probably looked ridiculous but at that point in time, Paul couldn't give less of a s**t.
To Itsalami, he turned and nodded his head. "Hop in, if you're coming along."
With that, he returned to the driver's side, swung open the door, and crammed himself into the seat.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 8:24 am
Ghouliboo Someday, his name will be butchered enough that it'll be correct. The Mauvian dutifully followed Paul's heels, tiny legs a blur of movement as the group made their way back to the car. With Noah safe in tow, Itsuki hadn't made the assumption that he was to watch over them, but puffed up in appreciation when the gruff offer came through. "Hai! Domo arigato gozaimasu, Paul-sama~" Hopping into the driver seat along with Paul, Itsuki made himself comfortable on the center console. If he'd situated himself on top of Paul's legs, no doubt there would be hell to pay (and besides, he wouldn't fit in the seatbelt with honto beefy here). "I can make some tea when we get home~ Oh, Noah-san will need blankets and pillows... Hai! I'll help too, Paul-sama! A Guardian needs to take care of his Pages! Sometimes you're very rambunctious, but you're worth the extra work." The cat nodded to himself, satisfied that everything had worked out for the best when it came to the dire situation of one Noah Jones. Page rescued and husband well taken care of, the Mau was quite pleased with himself. "Want me to order dinner~?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2018 7:14 am
His head hurt, static on the edges of his consciousness and ever creeping forward as he closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. It wasn't very bright out beneath the street lights and the lights of buildings still open or closed and housing stragglers yet to leave or go to sleep but it still felt too bright all the same. It was easier to try and shift to press his forehead against the solidness of his husband to block out the light than to find away to block it out himself.
"Save it," he wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to try and wave the concern aside.
Noah didn't need Paul to scold him for doing something stupid, he knew he'd done the dumbass thing but now it was over and there were more pressing things to consider. Like how he knew his chest and sides hurt and how he wanted to get home and take some meds and curl up in a ball until he fell asleep.
"M'not goin....anywhere..." He promised in a slow slur of words.
Being carried to the car should have been aggravating but Noah knew that he was in no position to even try and walk and it wasn't like Paul would let him walk anyway. His husband was on helicopter, worried spouse mode and he couldn't blame him.
Usually Paul was the dumb a** who needed to be taken care of, not Noah.
Noah who was slumped against the passenger door, sweat beading down his face and his breathing shallow. "Shut up furball." He snapped, the chatter too much for his aching head. "Home, Paulie. Now."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2018 9:10 am
He said nothing in response as he watched the interactions. First, the chatty kitty babbling on and making suggestions as he made himself comfortable in a ********’ jacked car Paul would have to get taken care of later. Then, as his crabby, injured husband lashed out at the well-meaning but highly energetic Mauvian who had probably saved his goddamn life.
Finally, at the request to go home, he let out a soft grunt as the key went into the ignition. Pulling back out onto the street, his left hand remained on the steering wheel while the right fell down, quietly resting on his spouse’s thigh. There was a gentle squeeze, a worried look and then silence for the remainder of the car ride home.
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