asyluminkurain replied to your post: Where is Phoenix? He never picked up his cell…
((…This is gonna be painful. ;_; ))(( 0:) ))
//Haha, oh Maya, you have no idea -laughs-
((And things will just keep getting worse unless a miracle happens…))
((But the miracle never happen))
[Back in his calm track of knowing what to do, Godot swiftly pours a glass of milk, and flicks on his coffee machine.]
(Taking care of a kid can’t be that hard. Trite does it. Should be simpler than riding a bike if that ape’s survived. Though he did manage to rile this one up enough to warrant her actually leaving-)
[His musing his cut short by the ‘click’ of coffee being ready. Scooping it up in his free hand, he makes his way back into the main living room, only to find Pearl up and about.]
Hey, don’t need to do that. Here- [In an attempt to make the seat seem more appealing, Godot places the glass of milk on the coffee table in front of it, and even turns on the TV- Very, very quickly changing the channel it opens on.]
[Pearl sets the dishes that she’d been carefully collecting down on the ground and walks back over to the couch. Not wanting to be wasteful, she takes the milk and takes a sip, then places it quietly back down on the table.
That was curious…Not the television- she’d seen those before, but his odd behavior regarding it.]
Why did you change the channel so quickly, Mister Godot?
[The masked man accepts the coat with a little confused eyebrow raise. Especially at the bow. Not that he didn’t think he deserved it. Does.. everyone raised the same as the little kid do this? He asks himself. If so, Dahlia owes him quite a few. Hundred.] ..Sure. It’s fine.
[He hooks the coat over his arm, unlocks and then kicks open the door. A quick glance round serves him the conclusion that, ah, this may not be great place to bring such a young girl. After a pause, he walks towards the couch, chucks the coat down, and indicates the girl to follow as he collapses on a seat.] Rest here for a bit, alright? You want a drink? I got coffee and..
[A pause.] Coffee.
[Another pause.]
Milk! [And he shoots up again as if he’d just come up with the meaning of life. He thrusts the TV remote into Pearl’s hands as he makes his way to the kitchen, shutting the door on the way, almost talking to himself now.] ..Kids love milk, right.
O-Oh!
You don’t have to bother…
[By the time the child protests, it’s already too late to stop the man walking off into the kitchen.
Pearl looks around the room, taking in her surroundings, which are absolutely filthy. Clearly Godot lives alone and has done so for a long while. Well, there’s no reason why she shouldn’t help him tidy up a bit, right? She stands and picks up the discarded coat, hanging it on a hook by the door that the man had probably never once used or perhaps even noticed the existence of.]
(..Ran away? Oh, Trite is getting one hell of a beating.)
[He resists make a quip about comparing his house to napping in an alleyway, and instead helps her wrap the coat around herself.] Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. Let’s get you heated up.
[The walk to his place doesn’t take long, and Godot’s as quick as he can hitting the lock to the main door. He takes more care than he thought it were possible for him to give anymore getting her up the stairs to his floor, attempting to make conversation, but all the topics that he’s even slightly knowledgeable or interested in hardly parallel with the young girl’s, or were ever suitable for her.]
[Pearl follows dutifully, making sure to keep up with the much taller man.
She doesn’t say much, replying when asked questions but otherwise she’s silent. Once they arrive at Godot’s apartment, Pearl shrugs the coat off of her shoulders and hands it back to the man with a bow]
Thank you for letting me use your coat and for offering me a place to stay.
I really appreciate your kindness.
[She sounds as if she’s reciting something that has been drilled into her head from a very young age.
!!!
(What?!)
Uh. Well, guess you’re coming back to Uncle Godot’s. That ok with Pearl central? Good. [Without an answer or time for protest, Godot slides off his coat and huddles it around the poor girl.] Here, you’re practically a snowman.
!!
Oh-
Um…
I suppose that’s better than sleeping on the streets. I guess I wasn’t really thinking when I ran away I just….
[She sniffles and pulls the warm coat closer around her shoulders. She really is feeling quite cold, now that he mentions it.]
Thank you…
Yeah, it’s me. Hey. [Godot gives a hurried salute.] What are you doin’ out here by yourself? You’re a long way from.. anywhere.
[He reaches a hand out to her arm, leaning down to the same eye level as her, and notices that she’s freezing cold. Must have been out here for a while.] Are you.. lost, kiddo?
[She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip- the absolute picture of a small child lost in a big world.]
I can’t go back to Mister Nick’s apartment….
Not after what he did.
[Psh. ‘Life-time supply of coffee’. Gone in an hour. Godot huffs, shoving his hands into his coat pockets, head down, bracing himself against the bitter cold as he traipses to the nearest store.
A flash of pink catches his attention, and instantly his head shoots up.]
…!! Pearl?
[Jesus. The girl’s alone! And crying her eyes out! Before he realises, Godot has already jogged over to the young woman (still practically a baby in his eyes) hoping to stop her in her tracks.]
[And stop she certainly does-
The man in front of her isn’t someone she’d expected to see for a long while, and she hiccups and wipes her eyes, hoping futilely to hide her tears from him.]
Mister Godot?
[Her eyes are wide and her voice soft and shaky as she looks up at him. Could she trust him? She had thought that she could trust mister Nick, but…]
asyluminkurain Asks:
knivesofnacre Said:
((oh boy))
Anonymous Asks:
knivesofnacre Said:
((Actually, it’s because I already have a plan with someone else that this text would get in the way of.
But thanks.))
