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Post by chocobeast on Feb 20, 2012 5:10:38 GMT -5
Kitt smiles though he feels a strange trepidation. Why was Alex skirting his issues? He nodded, "Yeah, you do. And yeah, you need to learn how to control your firey talents. But why here? Why with them? What's going on?"
Kitt's super cop senses were rarely wrong. And they were tingling right now.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 20, 2012 13:14:30 GMT -5
"You're going to be safe... That's all that matters," He pulls away and his hand back. "I love you, but I need to get going before I'm missed."
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 21, 2012 6:39:46 GMT -5
Kitt wimpers as he tries to keep Alex's hand at least. "I might as well be dead if I can't have you."
Yeah, it was melodramatic at best. But to Kitt, it felt like the honest to goodness truth.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 21, 2012 17:08:32 GMT -5
Alex glares at Kitt for that, "Don't hit that low... You saved me. I'm going to save you. End of the fucking story." With that he storms out, growling about stupid aliens.
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 21, 2012 23:28:24 GMT -5
Kitt sighs as he feels the distance gap between them. He already missed his Alex.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 22, 2012 5:59:32 GMT -5
Alex looks around for his teacher, actually for something to punch. God did he need something to punch. He finds one of the bearers and approaches him cautiously, but asks with a strong voice, "Know where I can find a punching bag of sorts?"
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 24, 2012 0:48:36 GMT -5
The crewmember doesn't even spare the kid a glance. "That way." He points down the hall. Off in the distance, he can hear someone pounding away wildly on something soft.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 24, 2012 5:55:04 GMT -5
"Thanks," He heads in that direction, deciding if he was already in trouble with what's-his-face then he may as well get some exercise in... And he's quite sure pounding on someone's face is against the rules in his position.
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 24, 2012 18:26:57 GMT -5
Cimaku was wildly beating on a large heavy bag. His whole body was dripping with sweat. His eyes were solely focused on the bloodred vynal. His muscled body shook with every blow that landed.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 24, 2012 18:38:53 GMT -5
"Oh fuck," Alex growls under his breath as he's torn between backing out and just standing there looking dumb. Either sounds like a bad idea to him.
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 24, 2012 22:49:58 GMT -5
Cimaku's sensitive ears peck at the swear word. Without breaking his rythm, he asked snidely, "I hope you did get in your fuck?"
He wacks the bag a good 4 times for good measure.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 24, 2012 23:26:47 GMT -5
Shoving his anger down, and taking a steady breath, Alex shakes his head, "If what I think you're implying is what your implying then no... Just wanting to sock something a few times... Run off some steam..." Coming from his mouth it suddenly sounds stupider than it had a moment ago...
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 25, 2012 2:17:08 GMT -5
Cimaku stepped away from the heavy bag and picks up a towel. "Take your time and then get back to the room and rest. You have much training to do tomorrow."
Without another word, he walks out and back to his room. He hates to be so hard on the kid. But he'd been there before. His mate leaving him to travel the galaxy and never coming back. Cimaku would make it his goal to harden the youngster so that the boy would never hurt as bad as he did.
He slips into bed imagining his Hugo the day he left. The kiss they shared...The promises they made...The love that he thought would never end.
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Post by mesmu on Feb 25, 2012 10:14:45 GMT -5
Alex is shocked enough that his anger deflates a little, but not enough to not still want to take his anger out on something. But all he can manage is one good sock before he brakes down, not crying or anything like that, he just drops to the ground. Glad that Cim-uh-er- you know who he means(!) isn't there to witness this.
"Dammit," He mutters, his entire body hurts and he's exhausted. He shouldn't of left with Kitt... He wishes... He wishes he never met him. He really does. Its a few minutes later when he paces back to his room. Finds his place on the floor, curls up, and just lets himself die on the inside like he did the day he killed those kids. Just letting himself sink into that abyss he once called home, glad the room is so dark...
He likes the dark.
And the dark likes him.
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 25, 2012 13:40:12 GMT -5
Kitt feels Alex's deepening sadness and becpmes sad himself. He longs to hold anf protect the vulnerable bearer. And wasn't that his promise anyway?
Kitt silently digs through his pocket and pulls out a glimmering skeleyon key. He holds it up to his cage's electronic lock. Seconds later, the door pops open. Kitt doesn't waste time slipping out and slithering down the barren dark hallways following his instincts to his mate. Without a care but with a trained level of stealth, he slips into a small room that his body screams that Alex is here.
Kitt pads silently in the dark right to his mate's side. He is just about to snuggle the younger male on the floor when the light flicks on.
"What Are You Doing Here?"
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