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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
(Continued from an Iwaku forum here haha)
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Hm?" The youth blinked several times before the real world came crashing in like a wave again. "Oh. No. It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine. Yeah." He cleared his throat and shook his head. The soft, resonant ding of the bell dragging him further back into the situation at hand.
"Groceries are here! You get comfy and I'll go cook then join you for a drink okay?" The ever bright smile returned. Painted across his face as a mask. He near ran over to the door to pay the delivery person and collect the mass of foods. It took him several trips to take all he ordered inside to the counters. He paid a small fortune for this shit and they couldn't even loan him the dolly they brought it up in for a few minutes.
"Take a seat Glenny boy! I'll have dinner whipped up in a bit. Get dressed in whatever you like, kick off your shoes, turn on the tell just don't drink all the booze." Lucid turned around to wink at the old man. Back to pretending there was not a single care to be had in the world.
egghead and sossajes
With his proposition left hanging in the air, Glen nursed at a syrupy cocktail all on his dejected lonesome, more than a bit confused by how the atmosphere became so frigid in mere moments. It was as if winter snapped her icy fingers and froze their relationship. Peering down at cat-shaped chunks floating inside of his cup, the eternal loser could almost relate to the way they circled closely around each other, but could never truly connect.
“Y-yeah,” he nodded in absent agreement. “Do what you must, I’ll just...sit here and wait.”
Glancing towards the next room, he could not help but notice that there was a gradually increasing distance between him and the younger male, both physically and figuratively. Fake smiles could only barely disguise the anguish they were suffering, but an inconsequential wink was the last straw.
Something inside of Glen snapped.
Quaffing the last of cinnamon-flavoured sludge, he marched directly into the kitchen and halted in front of Lucid. Without a hunched posture, he towered over the blonde, and the shadow created by such a stature was all-consuming. “No, nothing is fine. Stop saying it is when you know that’s not true. We’ve been to hell and back, you don’t have to pretend this is normal, or that you’re not bothered by what happened.”
There was a pause for him to indulge in firewater from the flask hidden in his pants; fuel to a growing fire. “For god’s sake, we watched somebody die today! We blew up a building and stole a car, tell me how any of that normal!”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
The youth's bright green eyes widened. Completely caught off guard by the now massive imposing figure lingering over him. Hostility coming out of every word. It even caused Johnny to flee from his perch and take watch from the chair. "Wh-what the Hell?! Back off!" He shrunk further back as the old man stared down at him. Had he completely gone bonkers? Somehow broken even farther than even thought possible?
"I don't know what you're talking about but it is FINE Glen. Everything is FINE." He swallowed hard, the burn of booze and cinnamon making his eyes water. "I know what happened. What happened to us...what we did. It's not normal. Sure a property was killed and people burned but. But! Why dwell on it huh? It's..it's nothing now! Nothing but the past. Fuck the past am I right? Not like it does anyone any good does it?" Lucid stared Glen cold in the eyes as he took a swig straight from the bottle. "Just....shut the fuck up and get over it alright? Not like it really effects us anymore."
egghead and sossajes
“Get...over it?”
Unwavering denial and an equally infuriating retort only splashed kerosene onto a flaring temper tantrum. His laboured breaths were heavy, forewarning a brewing internal storm. “Have you lost your mind? We’re monsters, if you didn’t realize yet. No better than that demented whore!”
Every millisecond blink summoned haunting images of carnage and a crumpled corpse steeped in coagulating gore. Though memories eventually dim and distort, shame remains until the bitter end. Perhaps not surprisingly it would result in a particularly severe heart attack or an impulsive hurdle over some river bridge.
“How could you be so damn insensitive?” Glen nearly screeched, slamming swollen fists against the counter, causing scattered knick-knacks to shift slightly out of position. “Somebody out there lost a family member! What if it was your boy behind the counter? If that poor kid was your own son, then would you care?!”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Fear turning quick into broiling anger Lucid near flew across the counter. He was at the height disadvantage but by God did he lift Glen's collar as high as he possibly could. Which ultimately led to being at an even lower elevation than the gangly man. "Don't you fucking DARE use my son as an example like that you hear? Not a single bit of any word of it. Hell, Don't even fucking think about it!" He shouted.
"I know what we did, but unlike you I'm not being a fucking wuss over it! We're not monsters we acted in defense! Total defense and nothing else!! And that's over and done and dust in the wind" He snapped. Releasing Glen's collar as his arm grew tired. Instead going to resign himself to picking up the nick-knacks that the old cretin knocked over. Keeping himself busy and drunk to block out the horrors of the days that SOMEONE kept reminding him of. God why didn't he get to keep this mouth shut and it'd go away??
Taking in a deep breath he looked the old man dead in the eyes with a cold, hard glare. "I don't know what exactly your issue is but yeah, again. Get. Over. It. Want some solid advice to help? Drink yourself into oblivion! Alcohol is amazing at removing bloodstains in several ways. Trust me I know all too well. And I don't want to hear another word of that either come from you tonight you got it? I don't care how 'scarring' it was just shut the hell up so I can forget in peace!"
egghead and sossajes
As soon as the fierce feud ripened into physical violence, feverish rage was extinguished, doused by an all too familiar fear. Despite being no longer plagued by a tiny and frail body, a frightened child still remained within the fully-grown adult. Buried deep underneath suffocating rubble of memory, Glen was acutely aware that he was berated and jostled in a similar manner before. At the very least, his humiliated anger was an exact replication.
Straightening his shirt and tie as best he could, the boozer croaked a bitter response. “If letting someone else take a bullet means self-defence to you...then I’m not sure we’re on the same wavelength about this.”
Swiping hot tears from inflamed eyes, he spun around and shuffled towards the exit, not bothering to meet the younger male’s leer. “Keep living in a phoney imaginary world all you want, but I can’t stay here. I’m...I’m turning myself in, and if there’s any humanity left inside of you, I hope you come around to doing the same. Goodbye, Lucid.”
The front door closed behind him with a creaky sigh. And with that, Glen was gone.
His second elevator ride dragged on for what seemed like eons. Cheerful looping music did not help much besides sparking an impulse to chop off his ears. Ding! Once the torture had ceased, he hobbled out of the carriage into a desolate underground parking lot.
Fondling cold metal, the midlife lush gave nicked car keys another squeeze prior to pausing for a sip from his flask. But the instant it touched ashy lips, snippets of aggravating “advice” the blonde had given replayed in his head. What followed afterward was a lengthy splattering sound as he poured every last drop of intoxicating poison onto the ground. He did not want liquor. Though easier said than done, he wanted to not need liquor anymore.
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Lucid kept his gaze firmly on the meal he was preparing, mouth sealed firmly shut. Not giving Glen the satisfaction of knowing that he got to him.That he earnestly felt the same way but could not admit it. He was the one too cowardly to admit it and let everything out and talk about it.
He finished the food fast as he could before grabbing the biggest bottle of vodka he could find in his liquor cabinet the youth took to attempting to further drown the pain and sorrow. Eating his own portion, but still making sure to put the old man's in the microwave to keep it warm. He....couldn't let it go to waste and it was getting quite cold out so best have it ready just in case... Hurling the dishes into the sink Lucid turned on the television to fill the room with some sort of white noise as he sprawled out on the couch. Bottle clenched tightly in his hand and damn near finished already.
~~~~~Meanwhile.~~~~~~~~~
"Your drink go bad Mister?" A small, sweet voice, soft as a mouse chimed in from the dead silence of the garage. A tiny child, barely coming up to the old man's kneecaps standing directly behind him. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere from the shadows. Even though he had followed him down and into the elevator. Not even thinking if he had been noticed by this stranger who had just stormed out of his father's place.
Dark blue pools gazing up with naive curiosity from underneath a well worn teal hooded jacket with cat ears. Tufts of very dark brown hair sticking out wildly from underneath it. He took in a slight breath before craning his neck back ridiculously far."......are you a giant?"
egghead and sossajes
Nearly launching straight out of his own skin, an unexpected reveal of another presence sent the geezer reeling. Blood-pumping organ hammering in his chest, Glen rotated to discover some brat peering up at him quizzically. If it were not for the cat ears, he probably would have never been able to guess who this small fry was or where it crawled out from.
“You’re Lucid’s boy, aren’t you?” He asked regardless of already knowing the answer. “I mean, no, I’m not a giant. I’m just...a normal, regular guy.”
Something written on the youngster’s innocent face incited tidal waves of guilt to wash over and slowly defrost a frozen heart. Crouching down, shrinking his size as if trying to appear less threatening for an actual feline, he then expressed remorse. “Sorry you had to see that back there. Your father and I had a really long, really bad day. You...should go back home now, he’s probably worried about you.” Especially after what was said towards the end.
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Mhmm." He nodded. A sweet smile spreading across his face just knowing his dad mentioned him to this stinky tall man. And how whoever he was rememberd. Though still pulling the drawstrings of his hoodie to further conceal his face as the man came down to his level.
"It's okay. I didn' see a lot only heard it. N' Papa's had worse days and worse fights. Much louder, specially with uncle Jay...he plays too rough." He responded sheepishly with cheeks puffed out as he thought. "I dun want to go back now though. Papa drank too much and fell asleep. He's no fun, but you're new and look nice. Are you his new special sleep over friend? You look a lil too old for what papa likes." He cocked his head curiously. Scanning every wrinkle and crevice of the man's face with wide eyed scrutiny. A look oozing with every ounce of pure devilish innocence in the world. Waiting for him to cave in and answer.
egghead and sossajes
Both mortified and horrified, Glen jumped back into an upright stance and wrung bony hands over his scarlet-speckled shirt. “Too old?” he echoed in a dismayed whine. “I-I’m only 35!”
It would take much more than a clean shave and (practically) spotless attire to slow down effects of rapid aging. Pulling through with decades-worth of New Year’s resolutions and quitting his bad habits could help, but when would that ever happen? A day without numbing stress-relief? Absolutely inconceivable.
Snatching a peek at spilled sauce, the hopeless addict fought down urges to lap up the puddle like a dehydrated mongrel. Instead he groaned, disappointed by his own desperation, and focused attention on a prying runt. “I mean, sure, we’re friends. But I’m not sleeping over. There’s, um, an important appointment I have to attend. Adult stuff; you’ll understand when you’re older.”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Woooow....I'm seven. Gonna be eight soon." The child responded in a happy tone. He wasn't sure why the man sounded so upset. Was being old so bad? You got to be taller and stay up past 8:30. Eat all the cookies you wanted. Had to be great!
What was said next did not sit well with the boy. Did it with any young child though? Having the secrets shut out by those words 'when you're older' aaaaagain. He was old enough to walk to school on his own! Definitely old enough to know what this guy was doing.
With a little huff and tiny arms thrown over his chest he looked up at Glen with a strange expression. Trying his darndest to be as polite as he was taught to be. "Its always adult stuff. What kind of adult stuff Mister? It's reeeeeal late....You're not gonna do what my papa does are you?" He dug through the small pack on his back to get a semi-cold juice box. Holding it up to the man.
egghead and sossajes
Mumbling gratitude, he accepted the gift. Stabbing the tiny straw through a teenier sealed hole, he took a sip and grimaced upon tasting the intense sweetness of apple juice. How could anybody stand such a sugary overload?
Still, Glen forced a weak smile. “I’m not going to do that,” he vowed despite not exactly knowing what the boy meant. “It’s just...Something terrible happened, and one of us needs to make it right. That’s why I have to leave.”
Turning towards his ride, the party pooper had barely a chance to unlock the doors before something reflected in a tinted window cemented him in place. It was a mirror image of Yves, but he was no longer alone. Beside him was a woman, the same dolled up dame who had earlier vanished mid-interrogation, hovering over his small frame. She smirked, as if aware her presence was detected, before seizing both child’s shoulders with lethal claws.
“No!” Glen spun around, merely to find his buddy’s son intact and unharmed. Still rattled by the disturbing vision, he wasted no time in rushing over and attempting to herd the half-pint into the elevator. “Y-you know what? You’re right, it is too late to head out. We should go back to the apartment, right now. Before, um, dinner gets cold.”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Yves giggled at the old man's reaction to the juice box. He was strange and funny looking, which only made the boy like him more. "A bad thing happened? That's not odd for my dad if it helps mister. He's always in trouble. Least that's what granma says. 'he's tooooo much like his father! not allowed in my house!' " The young lad repeated back in a rather mocking voice. Certainly a conversation he had overheard far too many times.
The man's behavior next made the poor whelp jump. Looking over his shoulder to see what unseen thing the gangly elder was shaken about. "O.....kay? You feelin alright mister?" Yves glanced up at him with wide, bright eyes as he was ushered into the elevator again. "You changed your mind awful fast. and got a whole lot paler, need to sit down? Some more juice maybe? Sometimes low sugar will make you do weird things. One a my school friends has that happen." The stream of questioning poured from his lips with unabashed curiosity and concern.
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Hm?" The youth blinked several times before the real world came crashing in like a wave again. "Oh. No. It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine. Yeah." He cleared his throat and shook his head. The soft, resonant ding of the bell dragging him further back into the situation at hand.
"Groceries are here! You get comfy and I'll go cook then join you for a drink okay?" The ever bright smile returned. Painted across his face as a mask. He near ran over to the door to pay the delivery person and collect the mass of foods. It took him several trips to take all he ordered inside to the counters. He paid a small fortune for this shit and they couldn't even loan him the dolly they brought it up in for a few minutes.
"Take a seat Glenny boy! I'll have dinner whipped up in a bit. Get dressed in whatever you like, kick off your shoes, turn on the tell just don't drink all the booze." Lucid turned around to wink at the old man. Back to pretending there was not a single care to be had in the world.
egghead and sossajes
With his proposition left hanging in the air, Glen nursed at a syrupy cocktail all on his dejected lonesome, more than a bit confused by how the atmosphere became so frigid in mere moments. It was as if winter snapped her icy fingers and froze their relationship. Peering down at cat-shaped chunks floating inside of his cup, the eternal loser could almost relate to the way they circled closely around each other, but could never truly connect.
“Y-yeah,” he nodded in absent agreement. “Do what you must, I’ll just...sit here and wait.”
Glancing towards the next room, he could not help but notice that there was a gradually increasing distance between him and the younger male, both physically and figuratively. Fake smiles could only barely disguise the anguish they were suffering, but an inconsequential wink was the last straw.
Something inside of Glen snapped.
Quaffing the last of cinnamon-flavoured sludge, he marched directly into the kitchen and halted in front of Lucid. Without a hunched posture, he towered over the blonde, and the shadow created by such a stature was all-consuming. “No, nothing is fine. Stop saying it is when you know that’s not true. We’ve been to hell and back, you don’t have to pretend this is normal, or that you’re not bothered by what happened.”
There was a pause for him to indulge in firewater from the flask hidden in his pants; fuel to a growing fire. “For god’s sake, we watched somebody die today! We blew up a building and stole a car, tell me how any of that normal!”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
The youth's bright green eyes widened. Completely caught off guard by the now massive imposing figure lingering over him. Hostility coming out of every word. It even caused Johnny to flee from his perch and take watch from the chair. "Wh-what the Hell?! Back off!" He shrunk further back as the old man stared down at him. Had he completely gone bonkers? Somehow broken even farther than even thought possible?
"I don't know what you're talking about but it is FINE Glen. Everything is FINE." He swallowed hard, the burn of booze and cinnamon making his eyes water. "I know what happened. What happened to us...what we did. It's not normal. Sure a property was killed and people burned but. But! Why dwell on it huh? It's..it's nothing now! Nothing but the past. Fuck the past am I right? Not like it does anyone any good does it?" Lucid stared Glen cold in the eyes as he took a swig straight from the bottle. "Just....shut the fuck up and get over it alright? Not like it really effects us anymore."
egghead and sossajes
“Get...over it?”
Unwavering denial and an equally infuriating retort only splashed kerosene onto a flaring temper tantrum. His laboured breaths were heavy, forewarning a brewing internal storm. “Have you lost your mind? We’re monsters, if you didn’t realize yet. No better than that demented whore!”
Every millisecond blink summoned haunting images of carnage and a crumpled corpse steeped in coagulating gore. Though memories eventually dim and distort, shame remains until the bitter end. Perhaps not surprisingly it would result in a particularly severe heart attack or an impulsive hurdle over some river bridge.
“How could you be so damn insensitive?” Glen nearly screeched, slamming swollen fists against the counter, causing scattered knick-knacks to shift slightly out of position. “Somebody out there lost a family member! What if it was your boy behind the counter? If that poor kid was your own son, then would you care?!”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Fear turning quick into broiling anger Lucid near flew across the counter. He was at the height disadvantage but by God did he lift Glen's collar as high as he possibly could. Which ultimately led to being at an even lower elevation than the gangly man. "Don't you fucking DARE use my son as an example like that you hear? Not a single bit of any word of it. Hell, Don't even fucking think about it!" He shouted.
"I know what we did, but unlike you I'm not being a fucking wuss over it! We're not monsters we acted in defense! Total defense and nothing else!! And that's over and done and dust in the wind" He snapped. Releasing Glen's collar as his arm grew tired. Instead going to resign himself to picking up the nick-knacks that the old cretin knocked over. Keeping himself busy and drunk to block out the horrors of the days that SOMEONE kept reminding him of. God why didn't he get to keep this mouth shut and it'd go away??
Taking in a deep breath he looked the old man dead in the eyes with a cold, hard glare. "I don't know what exactly your issue is but yeah, again. Get. Over. It. Want some solid advice to help? Drink yourself into oblivion! Alcohol is amazing at removing bloodstains in several ways. Trust me I know all too well. And I don't want to hear another word of that either come from you tonight you got it? I don't care how 'scarring' it was just shut the hell up so I can forget in peace!"
egghead and sossajes
As soon as the fierce feud ripened into physical violence, feverish rage was extinguished, doused by an all too familiar fear. Despite being no longer plagued by a tiny and frail body, a frightened child still remained within the fully-grown adult. Buried deep underneath suffocating rubble of memory, Glen was acutely aware that he was berated and jostled in a similar manner before. At the very least, his humiliated anger was an exact replication.
Straightening his shirt and tie as best he could, the boozer croaked a bitter response. “If letting someone else take a bullet means self-defence to you...then I’m not sure we’re on the same wavelength about this.”
Swiping hot tears from inflamed eyes, he spun around and shuffled towards the exit, not bothering to meet the younger male’s leer. “Keep living in a phoney imaginary world all you want, but I can’t stay here. I’m...I’m turning myself in, and if there’s any humanity left inside of you, I hope you come around to doing the same. Goodbye, Lucid.”
The front door closed behind him with a creaky sigh. And with that, Glen was gone.
His second elevator ride dragged on for what seemed like eons. Cheerful looping music did not help much besides sparking an impulse to chop off his ears. Ding! Once the torture had ceased, he hobbled out of the carriage into a desolate underground parking lot.
Fondling cold metal, the midlife lush gave nicked car keys another squeeze prior to pausing for a sip from his flask. But the instant it touched ashy lips, snippets of aggravating “advice” the blonde had given replayed in his head. What followed afterward was a lengthy splattering sound as he poured every last drop of intoxicating poison onto the ground. He did not want liquor. Though easier said than done, he wanted to not need liquor anymore.
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Lucid kept his gaze firmly on the meal he was preparing, mouth sealed firmly shut. Not giving Glen the satisfaction of knowing that he got to him.That he earnestly felt the same way but could not admit it. He was the one too cowardly to admit it and let everything out and talk about it.
He finished the food fast as he could before grabbing the biggest bottle of vodka he could find in his liquor cabinet the youth took to attempting to further drown the pain and sorrow. Eating his own portion, but still making sure to put the old man's in the microwave to keep it warm. He....couldn't let it go to waste and it was getting quite cold out so best have it ready just in case... Hurling the dishes into the sink Lucid turned on the television to fill the room with some sort of white noise as he sprawled out on the couch. Bottle clenched tightly in his hand and damn near finished already.
~~~~~Meanwhile.~~~~~~~~~
"Your drink go bad Mister?" A small, sweet voice, soft as a mouse chimed in from the dead silence of the garage. A tiny child, barely coming up to the old man's kneecaps standing directly behind him. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere from the shadows. Even though he had followed him down and into the elevator. Not even thinking if he had been noticed by this stranger who had just stormed out of his father's place.
Dark blue pools gazing up with naive curiosity from underneath a well worn teal hooded jacket with cat ears. Tufts of very dark brown hair sticking out wildly from underneath it. He took in a slight breath before craning his neck back ridiculously far."......are you a giant?"
egghead and sossajes
Nearly launching straight out of his own skin, an unexpected reveal of another presence sent the geezer reeling. Blood-pumping organ hammering in his chest, Glen rotated to discover some brat peering up at him quizzically. If it were not for the cat ears, he probably would have never been able to guess who this small fry was or where it crawled out from.
“You’re Lucid’s boy, aren’t you?” He asked regardless of already knowing the answer. “I mean, no, I’m not a giant. I’m just...a normal, regular guy.”
Something written on the youngster’s innocent face incited tidal waves of guilt to wash over and slowly defrost a frozen heart. Crouching down, shrinking his size as if trying to appear less threatening for an actual feline, he then expressed remorse. “Sorry you had to see that back there. Your father and I had a really long, really bad day. You...should go back home now, he’s probably worried about you.” Especially after what was said towards the end.
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Mhmm." He nodded. A sweet smile spreading across his face just knowing his dad mentioned him to this stinky tall man. And how whoever he was rememberd. Though still pulling the drawstrings of his hoodie to further conceal his face as the man came down to his level.
"It's okay. I didn' see a lot only heard it. N' Papa's had worse days and worse fights. Much louder, specially with uncle Jay...he plays too rough." He responded sheepishly with cheeks puffed out as he thought. "I dun want to go back now though. Papa drank too much and fell asleep. He's no fun, but you're new and look nice. Are you his new special sleep over friend? You look a lil too old for what papa likes." He cocked his head curiously. Scanning every wrinkle and crevice of the man's face with wide eyed scrutiny. A look oozing with every ounce of pure devilish innocence in the world. Waiting for him to cave in and answer.
egghead and sossajes
Both mortified and horrified, Glen jumped back into an upright stance and wrung bony hands over his scarlet-speckled shirt. “Too old?” he echoed in a dismayed whine. “I-I’m only 35!”
It would take much more than a clean shave and (practically) spotless attire to slow down effects of rapid aging. Pulling through with decades-worth of New Year’s resolutions and quitting his bad habits could help, but when would that ever happen? A day without numbing stress-relief? Absolutely inconceivable.
Snatching a peek at spilled sauce, the hopeless addict fought down urges to lap up the puddle like a dehydrated mongrel. Instead he groaned, disappointed by his own desperation, and focused attention on a prying runt. “I mean, sure, we’re friends. But I’m not sleeping over. There’s, um, an important appointment I have to attend. Adult stuff; you’ll understand when you’re older.”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
"Woooow....I'm seven. Gonna be eight soon." The child responded in a happy tone. He wasn't sure why the man sounded so upset. Was being old so bad? You got to be taller and stay up past 8:30. Eat all the cookies you wanted. Had to be great!
What was said next did not sit well with the boy. Did it with any young child though? Having the secrets shut out by those words 'when you're older' aaaaagain. He was old enough to walk to school on his own! Definitely old enough to know what this guy was doing.
With a little huff and tiny arms thrown over his chest he looked up at Glen with a strange expression. Trying his darndest to be as polite as he was taught to be. "Its always adult stuff. What kind of adult stuff Mister? It's reeeeeal late....You're not gonna do what my papa does are you?" He dug through the small pack on his back to get a semi-cold juice box. Holding it up to the man.
egghead and sossajes
Mumbling gratitude, he accepted the gift. Stabbing the tiny straw through a teenier sealed hole, he took a sip and grimaced upon tasting the intense sweetness of apple juice. How could anybody stand such a sugary overload?
Still, Glen forced a weak smile. “I’m not going to do that,” he vowed despite not exactly knowing what the boy meant. “It’s just...Something terrible happened, and one of us needs to make it right. That’s why I have to leave.”
Turning towards his ride, the party pooper had barely a chance to unlock the doors before something reflected in a tinted window cemented him in place. It was a mirror image of Yves, but he was no longer alone. Beside him was a woman, the same dolled up dame who had earlier vanished mid-interrogation, hovering over his small frame. She smirked, as if aware her presence was detected, before seizing both child’s shoulders with lethal claws.
“No!” Glen spun around, merely to find his buddy’s son intact and unharmed. Still rattled by the disturbing vision, he wasted no time in rushing over and attempting to herd the half-pint into the elevator. “Y-you know what? You’re right, it is too late to head out. We should go back to the apartment, right now. Before, um, dinner gets cold.”
Axel1313 Edgepeasant
Yves giggled at the old man's reaction to the juice box. He was strange and funny looking, which only made the boy like him more. "A bad thing happened? That's not odd for my dad if it helps mister. He's always in trouble. Least that's what granma says. 'he's tooooo much like his father! not allowed in my house!' " The young lad repeated back in a rather mocking voice. Certainly a conversation he had overheard far too many times.
The man's behavior next made the poor whelp jump. Looking over his shoulder to see what unseen thing the gangly elder was shaken about. "O.....kay? You feelin alright mister?" Yves glanced up at him with wide, bright eyes as he was ushered into the elevator again. "You changed your mind awful fast. and got a whole lot paler, need to sit down? Some more juice maybe? Sometimes low sugar will make you do weird things. One a my school friends has that happen." The stream of questioning poured from his lips with unabashed curiosity and concern.
egghead
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Frantically nodding in agreement and understanding despite every sentence going in one ear and out the other, he whisked a pint-sized chatterbox behind himself before fiddling with the control panel. His greasy hands were so shaky and uncoordinated that he accidentally pressed several buttons before finally smacking the icon marked with the correct floor number. As silver doors slid together, Glen swore that in those moments before they completely closed, he could see something. Or, more accurately, someone.
Waggling spindly, purple-pronged fingers in a wave goodbye, the unknown harasser appeared again for a split second. Lush lips parted, mouthing out the words ‘see you soon’ before curling into an insincere simper. Then, as abruptly as she shows up, the woman vanished.
Heavy eyelids shuttered, screwing shut tighter and tighter until his nose scrunched and the darkness swallowed up her image. “No, no, nothing’s wrong,” he lied straight through coffee-stained teeth. “I’m just...sleepy, and it’s dangerous to drive when you’re tired, right?”
Swiping dewy sweat beads from his face, Glen wondered if fear had a cure in the shape of a capsule. “I guess I’m staying over for the night after all. Well, um, that is, if your father still wants me around.”
Waggling spindly, purple-pronged fingers in a wave goodbye, the unknown harasser appeared again for a split second. Lush lips parted, mouthing out the words ‘see you soon’ before curling into an insincere simper. Then, as abruptly as she shows up, the woman vanished.
Heavy eyelids shuttered, screwing shut tighter and tighter until his nose scrunched and the darkness swallowed up her image. “No, no, nothing’s wrong,” he lied straight through coffee-stained teeth. “I’m just...sleepy, and it’s dangerous to drive when you’re tired, right?”
Swiping dewy sweat beads from his face, Glen wondered if fear had a cure in the shape of a capsule. “I guess I’m staying over for the night after all. Well, um, that is, if your father still wants me around.”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
Yves stared at him for several minutes. I silence, deep blue eyes burning into the old man. Seemingly scrutinizing his soul for any scrap of a lie. Not that he would be able to pick up on such a thing. Least not with what Glen was hiding from him. "Okay. You pushed a lotta buttons y'know? If you're tired that's not gonna get us home sooner." The small child teased. In a rather, monotone voice.
He sidled up next to the old man. Reaching his tiny hand upwards to hold the man's. Though he could only wrap his around a few fingers. "My dad shouldn't mind at all. He put your dinner in the microwave so I'm sure that means somethin good right? He didn't want your food to go cold while you were gone."
He sidled up next to the old man. Reaching his tiny hand upwards to hold the man's. Though he could only wrap his around a few fingers. "My dad shouldn't mind at all. He put your dinner in the microwave so I'm sure that means somethin good right? He didn't want your food to go cold while you were gone."
egghead
and bacon
Warmth graced a loser-shaped ice statue in the form of teeny fingers. Though the initial wince was a reflex, Glen’s clammy and calloused paw did not budge. Mostly because he was so unprepared for such an affectionate gesture that his first reaction was to freeze in an uncomfortable stance.
Now the ex-desk jockey seriously regretted not taking his time to remember a simple apartment number. “Erm, I’m sure he was just...saving it for later. I mean, your father couldn’t have known that I was coming back, um, right?” Jeez, was he always this predictable?
“Besides, I’m not very hungry,” he professed. “I’ll probably be heading straight for bed when we get there.”
Immediately after that flimsy claim, an empty stomach growled with the ferocity of a thousand lion roars. Glen then found himself silently and desperately yearning for the ground to split open and dump him straight into the liar pit.
Now the ex-desk jockey seriously regretted not taking his time to remember a simple apartment number. “Erm, I’m sure he was just...saving it for later. I mean, your father couldn’t have known that I was coming back, um, right?” Jeez, was he always this predictable?
“Besides, I’m not very hungry,” he professed. “I’ll probably be heading straight for bed when we get there.”
Immediately after that flimsy claim, an empty stomach growled with the ferocity of a thousand lion roars. Glen then found himself silently and desperately yearning for the ground to split open and dump him straight into the liar pit.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"It's alright. I got a key that says Mister." Yves dug through his pockets. Littering the ground with bright empty wrappers of strawberry Hello Kitty bubblegum. "Sorry it got a lil sticky. I got no room anywhere else but my snack holes today." He held up the keys to the old man. Knowing that the old man could reach far better than he could.
"You should really try eatin mr! My dad is the best cook! An it's better not to go to bed on an empty stomach y'know? It'll leave you all warm and cozy and super sleepy." He smiled up at him through the gap in his scrunched up hood. "I know he saved it just for you too, he loves to feed people. Specially ones he cares bout who're special to him. He had food in there for weeks waiting for his boyfriend to come back after they had real bad fight. It went bad a long time before he did but dad said he probably felt too bad though for getting too rough in their wrestling match." The child spoke with pure, unabashed innocence. Though, even his chipper tone turned slightly darker as he droned on about this subject.
"Come on!! I know you'll love it for sure! least give it a taste?"
"You should really try eatin mr! My dad is the best cook! An it's better not to go to bed on an empty stomach y'know? It'll leave you all warm and cozy and super sleepy." He smiled up at him through the gap in his scrunched up hood. "I know he saved it just for you too, he loves to feed people. Specially ones he cares bout who're special to him. He had food in there for weeks waiting for his boyfriend to come back after they had real bad fight. It went bad a long time before he did but dad said he probably felt too bad though for getting too rough in their wrestling match." The child spoke with pure, unabashed innocence. Though, even his chipper tone turned slightly darker as he droned on about this subject.
"Come on!! I know you'll love it for sure! least give it a taste?"
egghead
and bacon
Skeletal fingers, still quivering, struggled to grasp the key, and further contended against a stubborn lock that would not release without a skirmish. Only adding to the confusion was a fun-sized motormouth chattering at nearly inhuman speed. Glen tried to pay attention but an incessant cacophony of what-ifs and maybes blared in his mind in the same way an alarm would.
“Oh, um, yeah, I’ll make sure to try some,” he mumbled in a tone barely above a whisper. “Just please keep your voice down when we go in. We don’t want to bother Lucid, I-I mean, your dad, right? He might still be...annoyed.”
As the door squeaked open, the expert hesitater peered around cautiously, examining his surroundings for any sign of hostile life. When nobody rushed over to bash him over the head with a whiskey bottle, he wheezed a stilted yet relieved chuckle while internally berating himself for expecting the worst.
He then ventured inside, nodding for the boy to follow. Besides unintelligible prattle of some game show host, the apartment had become unsettlingly silent. Not long after that discovery, Lucid was spotted slumped over couch cushions, passed out. Judging by his serene sleeping face, you would not have guessed that he had drank himself into a liquor coma. For a sunshiny man who seemingly had it all, there were dark storm clouds hanging above.
Turning away from the sorry sight, Glen faced the youngster and shrugged. “Looks like my bed is taken.”
“Oh, um, yeah, I’ll make sure to try some,” he mumbled in a tone barely above a whisper. “Just please keep your voice down when we go in. We don’t want to bother Lucid, I-I mean, your dad, right? He might still be...annoyed.”
As the door squeaked open, the expert hesitater peered around cautiously, examining his surroundings for any sign of hostile life. When nobody rushed over to bash him over the head with a whiskey bottle, he wheezed a stilted yet relieved chuckle while internally berating himself for expecting the worst.
He then ventured inside, nodding for the boy to follow. Besides unintelligible prattle of some game show host, the apartment had become unsettlingly silent. Not long after that discovery, Lucid was spotted slumped over couch cushions, passed out. Judging by his serene sleeping face, you would not have guessed that he had drank himself into a liquor coma. For a sunshiny man who seemingly had it all, there were dark storm clouds hanging above.
Turning away from the sorry sight, Glen faced the youngster and shrugged. “Looks like my bed is taken.”
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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Dun worry he won't hear a thing. He never does when he gets like this. " The child went about his regular routine when such a thing happened. Draping a blanket over his blacked out father. Cleaning the counters thoroughly and setting out a glass of water on the side table for whenever he woke. Putting the lid back on the bottle of rum clenched in the young man's fist and moving it to the counter.
"Come on mister. My dad's got the couch for tonight. You can stay in the guest room and I'll just stay in his room. First you gotta eat though kay? You look awful y'know? All shaky and pale and sweaty. My dad's cooking should help lots I know it's the perfect cure for everything ever!" The young child tossed his cat eared jacket to the wayside. Running to the bathroom to fetch a stool to stand up on so he could set a couple of plates on the table. Paper of course and some plastic silverware to match. It was easier to clean up and he always loved using his animal face shaped dishes. The tyke even prepared the old man a tall glass of strawberry Ramune, Hello Kitty on the label. Absolute necessity. And kindly leaving the marble in place. It would be mean otherwise to ruin that fun for him. "Can you get the food please sir? I can't reach it even with my stool an my dad says no gettin up on the counter."
"Come on mister. My dad's got the couch for tonight. You can stay in the guest room and I'll just stay in his room. First you gotta eat though kay? You look awful y'know? All shaky and pale and sweaty. My dad's cooking should help lots I know it's the perfect cure for everything ever!" The young child tossed his cat eared jacket to the wayside. Running to the bathroom to fetch a stool to stand up on so he could set a couple of plates on the table. Paper of course and some plastic silverware to match. It was easier to clean up and he always loved using his animal face shaped dishes. The tyke even prepared the old man a tall glass of strawberry Ramune, Hello Kitty on the label. Absolute necessity. And kindly leaving the marble in place. It would be mean otherwise to ruin that fun for him. "Can you get the food please sir? I can't reach it even with my stool an my dad says no gettin up on the counter."
egghead
and bacon
While the boy bounced from one end of the apartment to the other, Glen could not help but notice that the procedure seemed routine, as if tidying up after evenings gone sour became a regular occurrence. The only thing to snap him out of staring blankly into oblivion was a comment about his atrocious appearance. Though there might have been an explanation for him looking shaky and pale and sweaty, he would not dare corrupt childish innocence with the horrifying truth.
“Oh, right, the food...I’ll just, um, go get it.” Marching robotically towards the microwave, he purposefully avoided peeking at his reflection in the black glass for fear of seeing another nightmarish apparition. However, once the lid was pulled ajar and revealed a home cooked meal, insecurity evaporated.
Laboriously transferring the plate onto an admittedly adorably set table, the simpleton then took a seat. “Wow, this is more than I eat in a week,” he blurted. “I don’t think I can finish all of it.”
Trying to remember the last time he ate supper with another human being drew up blanks. His only sustenance either came from cans or bacteria-infested bowls in the bar. Even with the paper and plastic, Lucid’s kitchen was the equivalent to dining in at some fancy high-class restaurant.
Fiddling mindlessly with a bottle of fizzy pink liquid, Glen openly gawked at the food mountain. “So, what now? Do we...”dig in” or “chow down”, as the cool kids say?”
“Oh, right, the food...I’ll just, um, go get it.” Marching robotically towards the microwave, he purposefully avoided peeking at his reflection in the black glass for fear of seeing another nightmarish apparition. However, once the lid was pulled ajar and revealed a home cooked meal, insecurity evaporated.
Laboriously transferring the plate onto an admittedly adorably set table, the simpleton then took a seat. “Wow, this is more than I eat in a week,” he blurted. “I don’t think I can finish all of it.”
Trying to remember the last time he ate supper with another human being drew up blanks. His only sustenance either came from cans or bacteria-infested bowls in the bar. Even with the paper and plastic, Lucid’s kitchen was the equivalent to dining in at some fancy high-class restaurant.
Fiddling mindlessly with a bottle of fizzy pink liquid, Glen openly gawked at the food mountain. “So, what now? Do we...”dig in” or “chow down”, as the cool kids say?”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
(
Quillicious
just tagging real quick to give credit and make sure to get approval cause I'm thinking of using/mentioning Jay a bit in this one soon. )
Quillicious
just tagging real quick to give credit and make sure to get approval cause I'm thinking of using/mentioning Jay a bit in this one soon. )
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Don't worry we got a fridge for the left overs! My Dad always forgets that people can't eat like he does and makes waaaay too much. He'll finish it off tomorrow dun worry one bit. We never have left overs for too long." The small youth giggled as he hopped up into the chair and scooped up a generous portion for himself. Popping the small marble into the glass jar with a cheery clink and putting a napkin on his lap.
Yves couldn't help but smile widely at the strange man's attempts to relax and fit in to this peculiar feast. Not many got on the child's open and cheery side. At least not many of the people that his father picked up from God knows where. It was a step in the right direction for the young man to say the least.
"Mangeons!" He chimed in with the most phlegm filled petite French accent. "So where'd you meet my dad? Even my grandma didn't know where he had gone till he called today! You must be a miracle worker."
Yves couldn't help but smile widely at the strange man's attempts to relax and fit in to this peculiar feast. Not many got on the child's open and cheery side. At least not many of the people that his father picked up from God knows where. It was a step in the right direction for the young man to say the least.
"Mangeons!" He chimed in with the most phlegm filled petite French accent. "So where'd you meet my dad? Even my grandma didn't know where he had gone till he called today! You must be a miracle worker."
egghead
and bacon
Scooping a sizeable piece of slop and dumping it onto his plate, Glen seized a millisecond to dredge up skewed memories of the day before. “Well, I was...driving, for a long, long time. It was dark, and your father was walking alone, on the side of the road, so I gave him a lift. That’s all.”
Omitting debatably more interesting parts of their wild adventure, he shovelled a heaping spoonful into his gob for the sole purpose of having a reason to finish talking. He could never bring himself to unload psychological sewage onto a creature so simple and ingenuous. Everything was screwed up, from the robbery to the gas station explosion and even to the purpose of his desert excursion. That road trip was intended to be his last; he was supposed to end it all with gin-soaked pinstripe suit and a bullet blasting out defective brains.
Although, by this point, riding out the rest of his existence without laying eyes on another firearm would be optimal. Every single time he blinked or had a spare moment to ruminate, all he could envision was mop-streaked floor tile, drowning in red. Goddamn, how can anything be so red? So lurid that it began to seem more of a cheap movie effect than any fluid that can spurt out from a real person?
Appetite now entirely diminished, Glen stabbed his utensil into the remaining portion before returning to a feeble attempt at understanding foreign mystery soda. “This is one strange bottle,” he commented. “How are you...supposed to open it?”
Omitting debatably more interesting parts of their wild adventure, he shovelled a heaping spoonful into his gob for the sole purpose of having a reason to finish talking. He could never bring himself to unload psychological sewage onto a creature so simple and ingenuous. Everything was screwed up, from the robbery to the gas station explosion and even to the purpose of his desert excursion. That road trip was intended to be his last; he was supposed to end it all with gin-soaked pinstripe suit and a bullet blasting out defective brains.
Although, by this point, riding out the rest of his existence without laying eyes on another firearm would be optimal. Every single time he blinked or had a spare moment to ruminate, all he could envision was mop-streaked floor tile, drowning in red. Goddamn, how can anything be so red? So lurid that it began to seem more of a cheap movie effect than any fluid that can spurt out from a real person?
Appetite now entirely diminished, Glen stabbed his utensil into the remaining portion before returning to a feeble attempt at understanding foreign mystery soda. “This is one strange bottle,” he commented. “How are you...supposed to open it?”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Huh. He musta been headed home and couldn't find a bus. Since he can't drive cause of his leg y'know?" The boy spoke between bites of food. Politely covering his mouth if he began to mid sentence. Swinging his legs lazily from the edge of the chair.
So many questions ran through the young child's head as to why exactly he was out there so far and why he left to begin with. But picking up on the ancient man's strange behaviors again he decided not to. The man always seemed to get twitchy and sweatier when asked things like that or when fumbling around. It made him giggle.
"Oh! You use that lil cap thingy with the part stickin out the bottom to pop the marble into the bottle! It's a lil tough though so be careful okay? We don't want glass everywhere or soda. It's no fun ta clean up." He gave a little shrug. "If your done with your food you can go to bed too mister, okay? I can clean up here. Plus that way Johnny will follow you too!! He likes to snuggle at night."
So many questions ran through the young child's head as to why exactly he was out there so far and why he left to begin with. But picking up on the ancient man's strange behaviors again he decided not to. The man always seemed to get twitchy and sweatier when asked things like that or when fumbling around. It made him giggle.
"Oh! You use that lil cap thingy with the part stickin out the bottom to pop the marble into the bottle! It's a lil tough though so be careful okay? We don't want glass everywhere or soda. It's no fun ta clean up." He gave a little shrug. "If your done with your food you can go to bed too mister, okay? I can clean up here. Plus that way Johnny will follow you too!! He likes to snuggle at night."
egghead
and bacon
After fiddling with it awhile longer, the carbonated drink popped open and fizzed pleasantly. Celebrating a small victory with a smaller sip of syrup, Glen’s tastebuds immediately exploded from a sugary overload. The sweetness was more than needed to corrode teeth, though he still guzzled down every drop in order to wash down the bad taste in a rotten mouth.
“Ah, well, I suppose it’s the right time to turn in for the night,” he glanced around uneasily. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep in the...guest room? Isn’t there a bathtub or a closet? I don’t want to impose on your family more than I already have.”
Peeling himself from the seat and waddling towards the sink, where a nearly empty plate was left marooned, he swivelled round to catch a peek at the slumbering figure of his friend. Or would it now be ex-friend? Either way, the next time they spoke to each other was bound to be interesting.
“You know, your father talked a lot about you,” he revealed with a slightly cynical smile. “He had made it his mission to get back here as soon as possible.”
Despite all of his resistance, the midlife meanderer thought about home and all of its bleak, hollow emptiness. With nothing special for him to return to and where nobody was waiting for him. “I think now I can understand why.”
“Ah, well, I suppose it’s the right time to turn in for the night,” he glanced around uneasily. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep in the...guest room? Isn’t there a bathtub or a closet? I don’t want to impose on your family more than I already have.”
Peeling himself from the seat and waddling towards the sink, where a nearly empty plate was left marooned, he swivelled round to catch a peek at the slumbering figure of his friend. Or would it now be ex-friend? Either way, the next time they spoke to each other was bound to be interesting.
“You know, your father talked a lot about you,” he revealed with a slightly cynical smile. “He had made it his mission to get back here as soon as possible.”
Despite all of his resistance, the midlife meanderer thought about home and all of its bleak, hollow emptiness. With nothing special for him to return to and where nobody was waiting for him. “I think now I can understand why.”
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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Not one bit mister! That's what the guest room is for." Yves finished up his meal and hurriedly went to clean up Glen's plate as well. "I'm gonna sleep in my daddy's room tonight and he'll be on the couch. Not sure bout tomorrow but he'll figure somethin out."
He was nothing but smiles as Glen talked about his dad mentioning him. "Yeaaaah he always does that. He likes to talk so much bout me to people he likes and knows. just real close people tho. Never really says anything to strangers. Says he doesn't want anyone he doesn't trust to know anything bout me." The child bounced across the kitchen to take the old man's hand.
"Come on! I'll show ya where the bathroom is and where you're gonna sleep. He prolly left a bath robe or something out for you to sleep in too and put new sheets on the bed. When he gets drunk like this he does things like that." Somehow he seemed to speak without taking a single breath as he pulled the old man along. Or...at least tried to with all of the might his tiny grip could muster. "I bet Johnny will snuggle with you too tonight! He really likes meeting new people. Then tomorrow my dad'll make waffles!!"
He was nothing but smiles as Glen talked about his dad mentioning him. "Yeaaaah he always does that. He likes to talk so much bout me to people he likes and knows. just real close people tho. Never really says anything to strangers. Says he doesn't want anyone he doesn't trust to know anything bout me." The child bounced across the kitchen to take the old man's hand.
"Come on! I'll show ya where the bathroom is and where you're gonna sleep. He prolly left a bath robe or something out for you to sleep in too and put new sheets on the bed. When he gets drunk like this he does things like that." Somehow he seemed to speak without taking a single breath as he pulled the old man along. Or...at least tried to with all of the might his tiny grip could muster. "I bet Johnny will snuggle with you too tonight! He really likes meeting new people. Then tomorrow my dad'll make waffles!!"
egghead
and bacon
Although reluctant to plunge further into the depths of an apartment that was not his own, Glen followed. “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” he chuckled. “If you pull me any harder, my arm is going to tear off.”
Defeated by a boy’s ingenuously youthful charm, the old-timer did not have much of a choice besides accompanying him. Despite dim lighting, he soon discovered that the rest of the abode boasted a high-class yet cozy atmosphere; it seemed as if the entire space was designed specifically to be hospitable.
The first in a row of doors to be opened revealed an unbelievably tidy bathroom. No cockroaches, broken glass, or suspicious puddles in sight. It even smelled good, an attribute he thought impossible for anywhere within a fifty-yard radius of a toilet.
The other rooms were not too shabby either. Far from ostentatious though still fairly modern, Lucid’s turf flaunted personality almost as mesmerizing as the man who lived in it. Contrastingly, the guest room resembled one from a hotel, exhibiting modesty with sparse furniture and simple decor. A neatly-made bed with fluffy cloud pillows looked so inviting that a busted hobo resisted the urge to immediately dive onto it.
“So, this is my room?” As soon as the final word escaped ashen lips, Glen corrected himself. “I-I mean, the guest room? It’s, um, very nice. At least I won’t have to sleep on a couch again, ha ha...ha.”
Defeated by a boy’s ingenuously youthful charm, the old-timer did not have much of a choice besides accompanying him. Despite dim lighting, he soon discovered that the rest of the abode boasted a high-class yet cozy atmosphere; it seemed as if the entire space was designed specifically to be hospitable.
The first in a row of doors to be opened revealed an unbelievably tidy bathroom. No cockroaches, broken glass, or suspicious puddles in sight. It even smelled good, an attribute he thought impossible for anywhere within a fifty-yard radius of a toilet.
The other rooms were not too shabby either. Far from ostentatious though still fairly modern, Lucid’s turf flaunted personality almost as mesmerizing as the man who lived in it. Contrastingly, the guest room resembled one from a hotel, exhibiting modesty with sparse furniture and simple decor. A neatly-made bed with fluffy cloud pillows looked so inviting that a busted hobo resisted the urge to immediately dive onto it.
“So, this is my room?” As soon as the final word escaped ashen lips, Glen corrected himself. “I-I mean, the guest room? It’s, um, very nice. At least I won’t have to sleep on a couch again, ha ha...ha.”
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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"You're gonna looove it. I usually sleep in this one and the bed is real cozy. Papa made sure it was the best he could find." Yves smiled and pat the bed. "It'll be a loooot better than any couch. Ours is cozy but you're the guest! so course you should get the guest room. Makes sense right?" The child moved quickly around the room. Making sure things were dusted and accommodating for their visitor. Fluffing the pillows and bedsheets. Hooking up a sweet scent diffuser into the wall that doubled as a night light.
When finished he dusted his hands off and put them proudly at his hips. "There ya go! An there should be a robe for ya to wear too somewhere. Probably in the closet there....should fit you, you're bout as tall as Jay is." He cocked his little head to the side as he looked Glen up and down. "Yeah, he's a lot more muscly than you but definitely tall enough so it should be a perfect fit! Maybe even a lil roomy. He shouldn't mind ya wearing it either. It's been a while since I've seen him here."
Off in the other room Lucid's phone could be heard going off. Yves made a slight frown. The boy had an inkling of who it may be seeing as his father didn't exactly sneak back into town as quietly as he usually did this time. Though at the same time he hoped it was just his grandma calling again to make sure they were all settled in.
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Quillicious
, since I mentioned him in this one and plan on introducing him a bit more soon, if that's alright haha. )
When finished he dusted his hands off and put them proudly at his hips. "There ya go! An there should be a robe for ya to wear too somewhere. Probably in the closet there....should fit you, you're bout as tall as Jay is." He cocked his little head to the side as he looked Glen up and down. "Yeah, he's a lot more muscly than you but definitely tall enough so it should be a perfect fit! Maybe even a lil roomy. He shouldn't mind ya wearing it either. It's been a while since I've seen him here."
Off in the other room Lucid's phone could be heard going off. Yves made a slight frown. The boy had an inkling of who it may be seeing as his father didn't exactly sneak back into town as quietly as he usually did this time. Though at the same time he hoped it was just his grandma calling again to make sure they were all settled in.
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Quillicious
, since I mentioned him in this one and plan on introducing him a bit more soon, if that's alright haha. )
egghead
and bacon
Shuffling over to the other side of the room, he reached beyond a slightly ajar closet door to pull out the promised robe. Fleecy and unbelievably comfortable, slipping into it felt akin to receiving a comforting hug. Too bad someone like him scarcely experiencing the sensation.
Flipping around to model his swanky new duds, Glen instead discovered a grim expression sullying his little buddy’s face. Without wasting a second, he knelt on the floor and rested a hand on the boy’s tiny shoulder. “Hey,” he spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”
After the last question dribbled from his gob, a faint beeping resounding from the living room reached him. Touch scuttled away like a startled spider. Apparently the square remembered his manners.
Sighing, Glen glanced away, pointing his gaze at the floor.
“You’re worried about your dad, huh?” he guessed. “Not going to lie, I am too. But...he can keep smiling through the worst of it. He’s strong, and so are you. I’m sure, from now on, everything will get better for you both.”
Flipping around to model his swanky new duds, Glen instead discovered a grim expression sullying his little buddy’s face. Without wasting a second, he knelt on the floor and rested a hand on the boy’s tiny shoulder. “Hey,” he spoke softly. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”
After the last question dribbled from his gob, a faint beeping resounding from the living room reached him. Touch scuttled away like a startled spider. Apparently the square remembered his manners.
Sighing, Glen glanced away, pointing his gaze at the floor.
“You’re worried about your dad, huh?” he guessed. “Not going to lie, I am too. But...he can keep smiling through the worst of it. He’s strong, and so are you. I’m sure, from now on, everything will get better for you both.”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Thanks Mister. I'll be okay though." Yves sniffled slightly. He was trying his best to hide his feelings from Glen, to keep him from worrying any more than the man always seemed to be in some sort of state of. The poor boy was used to this kind of thing by now but that didn't want to let it shine through. Least not too much, he couldn't quite process such things too well.
His head turned slightly as the sound of the door closing echoed softly down the hallway. He knew what could happen or what most likely would happen given the state of his father at the moment. But there was nothing that could be done about it. Not with Lucid being the way he was...always. Out looking for something more. "He's the strongest person I know! I'm not worried one bit Mister Glen. An you shouldn't either! You need sleep more than you need ta worry, right?" The youthful lad laughed brightly and forced a bright smile back to his face.
His head turned slightly as the sound of the door closing echoed softly down the hallway. He knew what could happen or what most likely would happen given the state of his father at the moment. But there was nothing that could be done about it. Not with Lucid being the way he was...always. Out looking for something more. "He's the strongest person I know! I'm not worried one bit Mister Glen. An you shouldn't either! You need sleep more than you need ta worry, right?" The youthful lad laughed brightly and forced a bright smile back to his face.
egghead
and bacon
“What was that?” Shaking off the fluffy garment as well as nausea caused by his own sappy declarations, Glen rocketed off the ground. Peeking into a vacant hallway stirred up latent paranoia and fear that a shut door meant that somebody had entered the apartment; and that they wanted to make it known.
Inching a hesitant step forward, he called into the void. “Lucid? Lucid, are you awake?”
No answer. The wishy-washy wimp could not decide on whether to sigh in relief or hide in the closet. Instead he chose neither and scuttled in a straight line towards the den.
Rather than a snoozing boozer, the only thing sprawled out across the sofa were cushions and an untidy blanket. Hitting him like several tons of sardine cans was the realization that the noise had not been a prowler sneaking in. It was Lucid leaving his problems behind.
Thoughts of running after the blonde extinguished after considering the certainty of another argument sparking from getting in the way. Defeated, Glen returned to his room as well as the youngster’s side. “It’s getting late,” he pretended to yawn. “I need to turn in for the night, pal. You should try get some rest as well. Tomorrow, we can eat all the waffles you want.”
Inching a hesitant step forward, he called into the void. “Lucid? Lucid, are you awake?”
No answer. The wishy-washy wimp could not decide on whether to sigh in relief or hide in the closet. Instead he chose neither and scuttled in a straight line towards the den.
Rather than a snoozing boozer, the only thing sprawled out across the sofa were cushions and an untidy blanket. Hitting him like several tons of sardine cans was the realization that the noise had not been a prowler sneaking in. It was Lucid leaving his problems behind.
Thoughts of running after the blonde extinguished after considering the certainty of another argument sparking from getting in the way. Defeated, Glen returned to his room as well as the youngster’s side. “It’s getting late,” he pretended to yawn. “I need to turn in for the night, pal. You should try get some rest as well. Tomorrow, we can eat all the waffles you want.”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"He should be back in the mornin. When I'm here he doesn't go out for too long, he wouldn't want you to watch me too long. He doesn't when my grandma or grandpa are here too. " Yves waddled over and locked the door, close the blinds tightly and turn off the television. High up as they were in the building and well off as they may be he was taught well to make sure to at night, especially when his father went out.
Even though it was a false yawn the young boy's body instinctively copied the motion. Rubbing his eyes he walked back towards Glen and hugged what portion of the old man's leg that his shortness could reach. "Okie doke, that sounds real good Mister Glen." He craned his neck upwards to give him a sleepy smile. "Hope you sleep well too! I'm gonna need you real awake to make the best waffles." Yves didn't linger for too long on the hug. He knew the old geezer wasn't much for contact like this for too long and that he had to have been tired. Running around with his dad was always exhausting. "Niiiiiiights" The boy sang cheerfully as he skipped off to the main bedroom for the night.
Even though it was a false yawn the young boy's body instinctively copied the motion. Rubbing his eyes he walked back towards Glen and hugged what portion of the old man's leg that his shortness could reach. "Okie doke, that sounds real good Mister Glen." He craned his neck upwards to give him a sleepy smile. "Hope you sleep well too! I'm gonna need you real awake to make the best waffles." Yves didn't linger for too long on the hug. He knew the old geezer wasn't much for contact like this for too long and that he had to have been tired. Running around with his dad was always exhausting. "Niiiiiiights" The boy sang cheerfully as he skipped off to the main bedroom for the night.
egghead
and bacon
Before the young man disappeared behind a wooden barrier, Glen uttered a fond adieu. “Goodnight, Yves. See you in the morning.”
Flopping onto the mattress and burying his nose in a pillow cloud, he attempted to slip away into unconsciousness. Sleep never presented itself without difficulty, and this time was no different. Despite being alone, secret glares judged him with an intensity so tangible that made him wonder if they were more than imaginary.
Squeezing his own eyes shut, a guilt-ridden sinner shrouded the world in welcomed darkness.
~ ☼ ~
Awaking to sun rays gently caressing his cheeks, Glen sluggishly rolled out of bed. There was no need to change since he still flaunted clothes from the afternoon before. They might have been stained and a little smelly, but it wasn’t like he had other shirts lying around.
Adjusting a crooked necktie, he hobbled into the kitchen. Finding no sign of life, the living zombie began his daily routine by brewing a pot of coffee. While a invigorating aroma wafted throughout the entire apartment, he unearthed a waffle iron and started on preparing breakfast.
His first few attempts resulted in circular charcoal, but eventually the batter cooked into something halfway edible. After picking out visible bits of eggshell, Glen admired the golden brown pile. Hope this doesn’t give anybody food poisoning.
Rewarding himself with a fresh cup of joe, he settled at the table to await an impending influx of hungry sleepyheads. Sipping black liquid, tastebuds nearly burst with the strong, crisp flavour. A thousand times superior to the swamp water sampled the previous day.
Maybe it was an indication of better times ahead, maybe not. All he could pray for was another moment where he felt as serene as he did right then and there.
Flopping onto the mattress and burying his nose in a pillow cloud, he attempted to slip away into unconsciousness. Sleep never presented itself without difficulty, and this time was no different. Despite being alone, secret glares judged him with an intensity so tangible that made him wonder if they were more than imaginary.
Squeezing his own eyes shut, a guilt-ridden sinner shrouded the world in welcomed darkness.
~ ☼ ~
Awaking to sun rays gently caressing his cheeks, Glen sluggishly rolled out of bed. There was no need to change since he still flaunted clothes from the afternoon before. They might have been stained and a little smelly, but it wasn’t like he had other shirts lying around.
Adjusting a crooked necktie, he hobbled into the kitchen. Finding no sign of life, the living zombie began his daily routine by brewing a pot of coffee. While a invigorating aroma wafted throughout the entire apartment, he unearthed a waffle iron and started on preparing breakfast.
His first few attempts resulted in circular charcoal, but eventually the batter cooked into something halfway edible. After picking out visible bits of eggshell, Glen admired the golden brown pile. Hope this doesn’t give anybody food poisoning.
Rewarding himself with a fresh cup of joe, he settled at the table to await an impending influx of hungry sleepyheads. Sipping black liquid, tastebuds nearly burst with the strong, crisp flavour. A thousand times superior to the swamp water sampled the previous day.
Maybe it was an indication of better times ahead, maybe not. All he could pray for was another moment where he felt as serene as he did right then and there.
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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
The smell of the food summoned a half awake Yves from his room. Feline companion in tow and protesting as the child hugged him like a stuffed animal. "Mmmmm you didn' wake me to help?" He mumbled sleepily. Finally letting the angst ridden kitty plop down softly to the ground so he could rub his eyes. Much as it sounded like the beginnings of a slight tantrum he didn't really mind at all. As long as he got his sugar loaded pastry fix for the day he was good. "It smells real real good though! Can't wait to try em Mister Glen." Yves took a seat at the nearby table, idly kicking his cat paw slippers that meowed with each step or bump as he waited patiently to be served.
As predicted by the young lad last night. The clacking of a doorknob in use filled the apartment as a shambling hungover zombie of a man made his way back home. Sporting a comfortable and very much too large for him sweater and sunglasses.
Despite running off without a word he was at the very least, punctual. Yves turned his head slightly to get a glimpse, offering a sweet smile which was reciprocated. Though past that nothing was said. Lucid merely flopped down onto the couch with a rough sounding groan.
As predicted by the young lad last night. The clacking of a doorknob in use filled the apartment as a shambling hungover zombie of a man made his way back home. Sporting a comfortable and very much too large for him sweater and sunglasses.
Despite running off without a word he was at the very least, punctual. Yves turned his head slightly to get a glimpse, offering a sweet smile which was reciprocated. Though past that nothing was said. Lucid merely flopped down onto the couch with a rough sounding groan.
egghead
and bacon
Embarrassment released as a stilted wheeze. “Maybe I should have asked for your help,” he chuckled, poking the waffles with a fork. “Most of them didn’t turn out so well. I just wanted to do something nice for you two, as a sort of...thank you for everything.”
Blinding himself with another glance at a blight of a brunch, Glen sighed. Should have went with a card and gift certificate. Not even he could screw up writing his own name on a piece of paper.
BANG! Self pity was cut short by the front door swinging open with enough force that it thudded against the wall. Though pale eyes were obscured by a flashy pair of sunglasses, it was evident that the party boy was not in the mood for any bullshit.
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Glen shifted focus back onto his newest chum. “So, do you want maple syrup with that?”
Blinding himself with another glance at a blight of a brunch, Glen sighed. Should have went with a card and gift certificate. Not even he could screw up writing his own name on a piece of paper.
BANG! Self pity was cut short by the front door swinging open with enough force that it thudded against the wall. Though pale eyes were obscured by a flashy pair of sunglasses, it was evident that the party boy was not in the mood for any bullshit.
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Glen shifted focus back onto his newest chum. “So, do you want maple syrup with that?”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Mornin papa!" Yves called out to him happily. Letting his father know that they were even there. Seeing as he was never aware of much after he came back from a night out with his...friend.
"Bon Jour mon chou." A few moments passed but at last a muffled greeting came from the lump spread across the couch. He sounded like absolute shit.
"Maybe" Not even skipping a beat Yves giggled as he turned to focus back Glen again. "I'll give em a try though Mister, since you got up so early to make em." The child offered a sweet, trusting smile to the old man. He was disappointed he didn't get to help but appreciative that he did this for them. Either way it was a kind offer and an excuse to indulge himself in sugar. More than his dad would allow for the day. "I want a lot of maple syrup! Start pourin and I'll tell ya when to stop!"
"No...no. Wait." That got the man on the couch to partially reanimate and sit up pretty damn quickly. He wasn't going to get up but he knew his child far too well. "Don...don't trust him. he'll use up the whole bottle." Lucid massaged his temples. "morning?...um...Glen."
"Bon Jour mon chou." A few moments passed but at last a muffled greeting came from the lump spread across the couch. He sounded like absolute shit.
"Maybe" Not even skipping a beat Yves giggled as he turned to focus back Glen again. "I'll give em a try though Mister, since you got up so early to make em." The child offered a sweet, trusting smile to the old man. He was disappointed he didn't get to help but appreciative that he did this for them. Either way it was a kind offer and an excuse to indulge himself in sugar. More than his dad would allow for the day. "I want a lot of maple syrup! Start pourin and I'll tell ya when to stop!"
"No...no. Wait." That got the man on the couch to partially reanimate and sit up pretty damn quickly. He wasn't going to get up but he knew his child far too well. "Don...don't trust him. he'll use up the whole bottle." Lucid massaged his temples. "morning?...um...Glen."
