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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 29, 2014 20:48:53 GMT -8
"Era then?" Edmund nodded, the muscles in his jaw bunching for a moment. He spotted a friendly hotel and hobbled towards it. A blur of black suddenly surfaced at his side. It was Rex in his born form. The small wolf whined, worried for his master. Edmund grunted in response. That black tail couldn't have wagged any faster. "Be a good boy and don't snap at Cyril or Xan," Edmund told the wolf. His tail dropped. "I mean it. They won't hurt you." Rex watched his feet and then pranced off. A sigh left Edmund and he stopped in front of the hotel and turned to glance at Cyril. "A war sounds like a bitch. And I don't want clients that would hire me like a mercenary to fight their war. Is this okay?" He twitched his head towards the hotel.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 30, 2014 4:08:38 GMT -8
"T-that's fine," Cyril said quietly, looking up at the hotel Edmund had found. At least he wasn't there on 'business,' and he could actually enjoy being at a hotel for once. Dina doesn't know if Xan was still awake or not, but Cyril looked down at his daughter and spoke softly, quietly. "H-how about we give you a bath, Xanny, when we get inside? D-do you want to take a bath, Xan?" His cheeks flushed a weak red as he glanced up at Edmund. "I-I can pay you back for this.. B-but not right now.. I-I could at least pay for (lunch/dinner/whatever time it was.)"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 30, 2014 10:10:47 GMT -8
Edmund propped up an eyebrow. "Don't worry about paying for anything." Technically, Edmund usually charged people if they wanted protection services, but he hated these types of jobs the most because he never knew when the other guy was going to shoot. "Keep your money so you can buy her gifts." He hobbled into the hotel and went through his pockets for his wallet. Hobbling up to the reservation desk, he paid for a hotel room that had two distinct bedrooms within it. As soon as he got the key, he glanced at Cyril. "But if you want to pay for dinner, you can."
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 30, 2014 17:45:25 GMT -8
"I-It's the least I can do for you, for helping me so much," the young prostitute said quietly, glancing around the lobby. "I-I'm going to have to make more money soon," though Cyril muttered this quietly, shivering at the thought, though part of him felt too exhausted to worry about it. He hoped they could get to the room soon for his legs were about to give out. Though Cyril didn't know where the rooms were, he started forward anyway, eager to sleep but eager to do a lot of things he didn't have the energy for, like eating or giving his daughter a bath. The struggle. Cyril turned back to Edmund, his head lowering in shame. "I-I'm sorry.. f-for making you do all this.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 30, 2014 20:41:40 GMT -8
Edmund snorted, "Stop saying sorry. And stop saying thank you. You're not making me do anything." He allowed Cyril to lead the way a bit before stepping in front of him and motioning towards a door. "That's the room." He slipped ahead of Cyril and quickly opened the door. Pushing it open, he walked in and caught the edge of it with his hand so Cyril could follow him in. "Buy dinner soon, I'm starving, and then rest for a bit while the food comes." Edmund winced and hid his face. He was acting fatherly. He had no right to.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 1, 2014 4:23:51 GMT -8
Cyril scurried into the room after Edmund, but he didn't wait for the man to say more before he hurried over to one of the beds. Cyril gently set Xan down onto the bed if he could before walking over to the desk that rested against the wall. He'd been into so many hotel rooms, he had mastered the general layout of hotel rooms. Dina will hurry up and say he found the menu, called down for food service- though that was an adventure itself because he kept stuttering and the receptionist kept asking Cyril to repeat what he was saying, leaving the boy flustered and embarrassed- and hung up once they had received his order. But their was no time for rest now, the work of a father never ended, at least not now.
The young prostitute dropped down to his knees and rested his arms and head onto the bed he had placed his daughter on. "X-Xanny," Cyril asked quietly. "D-do you want to take a bath or do you want to nap?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 1, 2014 14:47:12 GMT -8
Xan flickered tiredly up at her father. "Nap," she murmured. Perhaps it was a blessing, or Xan noticed her father's fatigue. Or she could even have been advised by her ghost mother. Most likely, she was just tired. Crawling across the bed, she curled up and looked up at her father, expectantly. "Banky?" she lifted her arms for it.
Edmund probably wobbled into the small living room and plopped down onto the couch. He leaned back and closed his eyes, wishing he had drugs. Or alcohol. Or both.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 1, 2014 18:14:18 GMT -8
"A-alright, hold on." Cyril peeled away from the bed- more like he struggled to do so- and crossed the room to where he had set his stuff down. Dina guesses that he probably doesn't have a lot and the clothes he did carry around for him and his daughter were placed in plastic bags. After he retrieved Xan's blanket, the young father didn't return to his daughter right away. No, he had grabbed his daughter's binky, just in case, cleaned it properly in the bathroom. Only then did he return to the bed, sitting on the edge. "H-here, Xanny.. H-here's your binky and blanket.." Despite being absolutely exhausted and having a hard time staying awake, Cyril wanted to make sure his daughter was comfortable, so he pulled back the blankets of the bed, adjusted his pillow, and simply waited for Xan to crawl underneath if she wanted to. Dina apologizes for dragging on, she just thinks little moments like these are adorable. Maybe, just maybe if he had the energy to stay awake, maybe he'd talk to Edmund after Xan fell asleep.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 1, 2014 20:45:53 GMT -8
The small childish quickly scrambled over to her father and wiggled under the blankets. She clutched tightly onto her father's shirt and onto her precious "banky". "I love you," she whispered and kissed her father's cheek before settling down. Closing her eyes, she snuggled as closely as possible to her father before easing down to sleep. A yawn parted her small lips, and her small wings stretched weakly under her shirt. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips and began to suckle the air. Assuming Edmund was in the same room if Cyril were going to talk to him, he watched Xan with a distant, sad look.
He always knew that he didn't deserve any of it. That still didn't stop him from wishing and remembering. It was painful, but necessary all the same. Turning his head away, Edmund remembered times when his own children would lay on him. A big part of him wanted to break down and cry, but hadn't he done that enough?
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Post by Dina Doo on May 2, 2014 4:21:25 GMT -8
When it appeared to him that Xan had fallen asleep, Cyril pulled away very carefully as he did not want to wake her. But before pulling away completely, Cyril went to run his fingers through his daughter's hair before he stepped off the bed. Too shy to speak first, Cyril went to sit in the same area as Edmund, only because he thought he should wait for the food, seeing as he was paying for it. The caedde sat himself near the door, bringing his knees up to his chest and allowing his arms to slither around his knees. His pale purple eyes lifted momentarily up to Edmund and he asked a question he probably shouldn't have though he didn't know. "D-do you have kids?" He asked in a small, quiet voice.
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