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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 2:16:43 GMT -8
Vespyr's gaze shifted between the two males, taking into thought the German's last few words. There came a pause before she spoke.
"Damn shame."
No implications. None at all.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 1, 2011 2:17:07 GMT -8
"...While I Quietly Bleed To Death..." "..."
"...I'm going into mein room, unless you needed somezing?"Not wanting to subject himself to further abuse to a persistant bastard that NOW KNEW HIS ADDRESS, the German began limping backwards... but politely hesitated, lest Vespyr actually needed something. It was nice to see the animal having some restraint induced on him.
...The German looked back.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 2:21:41 GMT -8
"No, I just thought I would introduce you two. How ironic."
The reply came as she was already beginning to leave, wrapping the handle of the leash about her hand again and heading for the door. A slight tug would beckon the redhead to follow as she made her way back down the stairs, leaving the German alone again.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 2:22:03 GMT -8
<3. Because <3. Moving to an awkward angle for Vespyr to look at, the boy would attempt to flip off the German ass-face while sticking out his tongue.
...And giving him a very evil eye.
Evaporating, as though he was incapable of such malice, at a single glance from his glorious master.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 1, 2011 2:23:12 GMT -8
In Kind The German would shake his fist at the redheaded shithead, gritting his teeth lividly if Vespyr looked away for so long as a second.
...But would let that disappear into an even, cool look thoughtfulness the moment he detected her looking his way.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 2:24:08 GMT -8
FROLIC Thusly, getting himself up, at the tug of his master, the boy would frolic after Vespyr.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 2:39:13 GMT -8
There would be several minutes—ten, perhaps—in which Vespyr trod ahead of her pet in silence. Her hands were relaxing together behind her back and her head was slightly bowed; her violet eyes meandered across the cracks in the pavement while her mind ticked methodically, as usual, contemplating all that had just happened.
Despite the fact that "Unfettered" had done nothing to warrant such an attack, and the fact that Vespyr felt it was necessary to restrain the boy from further harming him, she had to admit that the situation as a whole was nothing less than hilarious. The German had most likely been drinking coffee, minding his own business, when she decided to pay him a pointless, 'friendly' visit which resulted in his face being beaten to a pulp. Have a nice day.
But those were only her surface thoughts; something else was there. Something that was inside the boy—the seemingly absent-minded boy. She could feel it.
"There must be a deeper reason as to why he hates you."
Even though he was behind her and could not see her face, her coy grin could be heard in her voice; the words sounded relatively unassuming, but her tone said otherwise.
"Not just because you evidently like to smash his face in. There's something else..."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 2:39:34 GMT -8
Oh, You're Just Noticing Now? For a moment, the boy would stop in mid-frolic and look at Vespyr.
...He would grin very curiously, closing his eye and tilting his head...
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...Almost evilly.
"Smaasshh..."
And with a shrug the boy would... shrug it off.
*RESUME FROLIC*
...As if he just turned the stupid off and turned it on...
...?
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 2:45:29 GMT -8
"Hm."
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Vespyr stopped walking and turned to face the boy, her eyes rooted on him. She took a step toward him, her stare never wavering. The closer she got, the more intense her narrowed-eyed stare became; it was as if she were trying to hold his gaze captive with her own. Skepticism glinted in the violet depths.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 2:46:23 GMT -8
Hm? Is There "=D!?" On My "=D"? "=D?"
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 2:54:48 GMT -8
Vespyr was, perhaps, uncomfortably close to him now, leaning in with the mildly menacing stare still firmly rooted in the boy's happy eyes. She brought about a long finger and pointed at his forehead, slowly inching it closer. Her eyes narrowed further as the tip of said finger reached the broad helm of the boy's cranium, and then proceeded to 'pat' him on the brain (through skin and bone, of course).
Then Vespyr's index finger retreated and repeated the gesture on her own pale forehead before she casually turned away and continued walking.
Occasionally, a cat treat would find its way back to him.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 2:56:46 GMT -8
LOOK AT HOW HAPPY I AM "=D"
"=D"
"=D"
"=D"
"=D"[/b][/color] ...Ever so "sweetly," the boy would grin, even almost giggling under her touch.
"---=D"
After she was done trying to "feel him out" to her hearts content, he would go onto continuing to follow after Vespyr merrily when she resumed her march, ever always keeping within the boundaries of the leash. Merrily. So, so merrily.
MERRILY....But ever hungry as hell.
Whenever Vespyr would throw a treat over her shoulder, the boy would jump back to it, come to a halt to pick it up to pocket it, and sometimes stop mid-skip to devour it hungrily.
...There was a famished look in the boy's eye that never seemed capable of going away, his overwhelming physical fortitude a stark contrast to his actual physical health and state of mind.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 9:20:01 GMT -8
As she led the boy through a maze of shortcuts—into dingy alleys, across forgotten backstreets, beneath the thundering underbelly of a freeway overpass—she remained mostly silent, her face emotionless save for the devious glinting in her violet eyes. There was still a little over a mile of city to traverse before they would arrive at a very ominous-looking abandoned lot. But that was later.
Vespyr slipped her free hand into the pocket of her trench coat and withdrew a brand new pack of cigarettes. After peeling off the outer layer of plastic and dropping it to the ground, she flipped the top of the small black box open with her thumb and gripped one of the filters between her teeth. As she proceeded to light the cigarette, she paused and withdrew the pack again so she could offer one to the boy.
She held the black cigarette out behind her, glancing over her shoulder at him.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 1, 2011 16:46:04 GMT -8
ur doing it wrong The road was long and winding. It was impossible for the boy to say that he was in familiar territory---they had left any such fabrication behind long ago. The wind was growing particularly gusty but the boy kept himself by his continual skipping, being sure to keep within a certain range of Vespyr. More because... if she left him here, he would be lost without recourse. Yet he kept smiling his otherwise overly exaggerated smile, popping a few of the treats he saved in his pockets in his mouth.
---Vespyr continued on, but worked her way into pulling a strange, unfamiliar carton box from one of her black pockets. As she did so, she pulled it open, revealing a variety of what appeared to be cylinder cardboard tubes, sticking one in her mouth. The boy was familiar with them, of course, having just rarely associated the tag name with them. He stopped skipping to slow himself down to a walk behind her, watching as she lit the tip of the cylinder at her mouth, appeared to inhale it without inhaling it... and breathed out clouds.
In turn, she appeared to think over something, pausing to offer one to him.
"...Smash...?"
There was initial confusion that took the boy's face.
There must have been a reason that people enjoyed these things, though. The boy, eager for knowledge, extended a hand and took the cigarette.
He held it between his eye for a moment, looking at it. Carefully looking at the cylinder thing between Vespyr's gritted teeth, the boy gingerly put in the strange cylinder in his mouth, biting... gently. There was a crinkling feeling as he inadvertently licked it out of reflex.
Of course, the boy had put the cigarette in his mouth the wrong way.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2011 23:08:29 GMT -8
"Other way."
Vespyr reached out and flipped the cigarette so that the filter was properly between his lips. She offered him the lighter, but realized that it was probably a bad idea to give fire to the eccentric redhead, and decided to light it for him. Sparking the flame, she singed the tip of the cigarette and then watched to see what he would do with it.
Probably burn himself, or something. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
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