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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 5, 2016 18:08:50 GMT -8
There are some things that you begin to expect, being human. Even if he expected it, he could fight off the anger that burned beneath his stomach. Or the shame that sagged on him like slug slime. Jaw clenched tight, he watched as the store manager stood and threw his resume in the trash, along with a lighter. "I can't believe you would have the nerve to step in here! To think that someone would actually hire you! What a disgrace!" A fat, short finger pointed towards the door. "Get out of here. Before I call your owner-"
"Just shut your fat mouth," Robert snapped. The fat elf's eyes bulged in shock. Taking in a deep breath, Robert said through clenched teeth, "Who would want to even work at your shitty, cheap store?" He turned knocked a coffee cup off one of the shelves.
It didn't shatter. Thick, meaty hands grabbed his hands and dragged him out of the store, and like a cat held by its scruff, Robert hissed and tried to break free of the hold. As soon as the door open, he was thrown flat out onto the road. His body slammed into the concrete, and an ugly word slipped from his mouth. "If I see you anywhere near my shop again, I'll flay you alive!" The store manager shouted, pointing a fat finger at Robert.
Clenching his teeth tightly, he raised to his feet and found his hand reaching towards a wrench he always carried around. "As if I would ever want to. Could barely breathe in there. Word of advice? Take a shower sometime. There's this wonderful invention called 'deodorant'. Or, maybe put a dead dog in the shop. It would definitely be an improvement on smell-"
An orb of light sparked and flashed from the elf's fat hand. Dread hit Robert like a truck, and he threw his arms up over his face. As if that would save him.
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 5, 2016 19:06:45 GMT -8
And while that wouldn't save Robbie, a certain passerbyer certainly would. Like the alpha wolf scouting ahead, Kenneth had strayed from his pack. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the constant throbbing of his side that drove him further ahead, lest he snap at anyone as he had done so often lately.
Kenneth stumbled upon a curious sight, a rather fat man shouting at.. Patch? Was that Patch? It certainly looked like him.. He sauntered over to the scene, just as the man looked ready to attack. "Enough," the ketsuki hissed as he made his way over. "Touch this boy again and I'll cut out your fat tongue." Which he had done before. Do not doubt Kenneth.
He stepped to "Patch's" side and bent over. Kenneth attempted to drag the boy up. "Come on, time to get back to your boyfriend," came Kenneth's snide comment. "I'm sure he's very worried."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 5, 2016 19:43:41 GMT -8
The orb startled away and the elf behind it stared at Kenneth in shock. After a quick decision, the store manager stepped back into the shop and closed the door.
Robert felt his heart tremble in his throat. Back to his boyfriend? He rose to his feet and shoved the strange man. Was he a slaver? Here to drag Robert back into a life of slavery? He held the wrench in his hand an snapped, "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Swallowing uncomfortably, he took a step back and said, "Go back to your own boyfriend, bastard."
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 5, 2016 20:12:11 GMT -8
He couldn't believe he had left the group to avoid snapping at someone, only to feel the ever growing anger boil over. The ketsuki let out a fierce snarl and stepped towards Patch's clone, reaching out to grasp for the teen's shoulder. "That's no way to speak to someone who saved your life," Kenneth mused as a dangerous smirk curled his lips. Gods, he was going to kill Patch later. Not now, Alec was too close. Later, though. If he had the teen's shoulder, he tightened his hold before trying to usher him back towards the group. "Raise your wrench to me again and I'll tear your throat out, whether Alec likes it or not."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 5, 2016 20:35:08 GMT -8
This fucking bastard. His anger boiled up and spilled over. Instead of saying something smart like "watch me", or something else to gave himself away, he decided to just give a swing. Quick as lightning, perhaps with too much practice, he bitch-slapped the idiot with his wrench. "Stupid bastard," Robert growled. "Get your grabby hands the fuck off of me!"
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 5, 2016 21:03:51 GMT -8
While once Kenneth had been able to catch the fists of those ready to punch or parry a blade with his own, the ketsuki leader hadn't the best of reflexes lately. The wrench connected to his face with both a crack and blinding light. He staggered back, but Kenneth was already unconscious by the time his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
Luckily, a bat and another ketsuki had been lurking by. And Anderson was grateful he had the foresight to follow after his son. After observing the confrontation, Anderson made his way over the storefront, eager to collect his son. As he approached, the ketsuki held up his hands briefly to indicate he meant no harm before crouching besides the unconscious Kenneth. He lifted his son's head into his lap and examined the reddened cheek. It would bruise and swell quickly, he was sure of that. "Gods, I'm so sorry about that," he stammered, turning his attention to Robert. "I swear he meant no harm. I think he had you confused for another young man traveling with us. (Optional:Patch, I think his name was.) He looks an awful lot like you do." His gaze fell back to his unconscious son by the time he finished, and Anderson wondered if he was strong enough to carry Kenneth back to the others.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 5, 2016 21:37:03 GMT -8
Robert raised his wrench once again to smash another man's face in, but stopped when he noticed that the man didn't seem to be after him. Swallowing, he eyed the strange man carefully. It was more than obvious he cared for the other bastard. Patch. The name caused surprise to flicker through him, and his hold on his wrench slackened. His brows came together and he crossed his arms. "I am pretty sure he meant harm," Robert said dryly. "The bastard said he'll tear out my throat."
Hesitating, Robert shifted his feet. "I..." He wondered how dangerous it would be, to ask about this "Patch". Brows coming together. Boyfriend? My Patch wouldn't have a boyfriend. "Look, I'll help you drag his sorry ass back to wherever, as a sorry, or whatever. I guess I sometimes," he waved a hand through the air, "resort to violence too quickly. Or something." Maybe he'll get a peek at this "Patch".
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 5, 2016 21:46:14 GMT -8
Despite Robert attacking his son, Anderson flashed the young man a grateful smile. "I'd certainly appreciate the help." He carefully pulled himself out from under Kenneth and stood. He tried lifting the unconscious man up, silently straining to maintain the weight himself. If only he had thought to bring August with him. "And I wouldn't worry. My son threatens that with everyone. Come on, our group is this way." And even if Robert hadn't grabbed hold of Kenneth yet,Anderson started towards the group, eager to find a place for Kenneth to rest. And to perhaps let Scott take a look. Sadistic, maybe, but he couldn't help but smile at the image of his baby boy with a wrench shaped bruise on his face.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 5, 2016 21:58:56 GMT -8
With a reluctant breath, Robert stepped up to the man who tried to drag him back to the very group that Robert himself was willingly going to walk back to. As they started walking, Robert stared curiously at Anderson, watching him. "You're not a slaver, are you?" His eyes fell forward and he sighed. "Not that you would admit it. Everyone in Eloria is either racist or a slaver, or both." His face fell into a deadpan. It was too much of a coincidence to be a trap. "I think you need to teach your son that threatening people isn't how you make friends."
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Post by Dina Doo on Mar 5, 2016 22:08:22 GMT -8
"Mm, well, I come from Era so I can't say I fall into either of those categories. I'm not a slaver, but I'm sure you don't trust me enough to believe me." He smiled softly over at Robert. "My son has never been good at making friends, as you can imagine. But I think he's learned a lesson in humility today."
Perhaps, if gorgeous wants and the group was stopped, perhaps some of them were sitting at tables outside, either for a restaurant or a shop or what have you. Perhaps, maybe Sam was sitting with his brothers, especially Scott, when he glanced up and saw a sight that made his brows crawl up his forehead. "Scotty, Andy looks like he needs help with Kenneth."
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