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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 0:21:59 GMT -5
"Tell you what, get me to the hospital and never touch Theo, and I'll refrain from killing your sorry ass next time." Mikka was probably as close to a friend as Karter would ever get. At least, a friend that wouldn't think of him as a figment of their imagination. He missed being four years old, really he did. He missed being able to play games with Theo and not have to worry about taking the brunt of the pain and finding a way OUT.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 0:35:03 GMT -5
"I already told you I don't harm the innocent," Mikka echoed, her lips twitching up at the ends. "So it's a deal." Not smirking, but actually smiling with pure, innocent amusement. "This Theo better realize how lucky he is to have someone as determined as you looking out for him. Especially in this disgusting pit of a city." She was still puzzled as to why she had pushed herself to come here. Force of habit, she supposed. Fugitives never stopped running, even when they hadn't been found. And this was the first place she'd thought to run to. If only her "informant" had explained how crummy this place could be before sending her off.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 0:59:10 GMT -5
Karter snorted. "I doubt he remembers me. I operate from the shadows when it comes to him..." This sounded regretful, more so than he would have liked it to sound. He really did miss at least being able to TALK to the boy. "Though I do believe he's starting to think he has a guardian angel of some sort." A dry chuckle came after this, Karter simply couldn't help himself.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 1:02:58 GMT -5
Not knowing the impossibility of such an idea, Mikka had to ask, "Why would you have to hide from him?" Although she was still walking ahead of him, she cocked her head to the side and wore a curious expression on her face. "If you're so upset about it, let him know."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 11:29:42 GMT -5
Karter snorted. "And make him have a mental breakdown? I doubt I should." Too much possible damage could be done with that. Theo was too fragile, even after nearly a year after coming to this city. There was no way Karter was risking Theo's sanity and his OWN existence on how the boy could take the news that he had an over-protective killer as an alter ego. Still, it felt good to talk about this with someone who wasn't so scared of him that they wouldn't talk back other than 'please don't kill me man! Please! I didn't mean t-'
He was never entirely sure what was intended to come after that, usually by that point they had either had their necks broken or slashed open...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 14:39:33 GMT -5
"He is that fragile? Poor little tsvetok." Mikka shook her head with a sigh. She'd known a few "delicate" people in her earlier years (there weren't many of those in Russia, unless they were in the ground). She'd counted one or two of them as friends, actually... That is until they'd gotten scared of her and vanished. Everyone had a habit of doing that, it seemed. It had hurt at first, but she got over it quickly enough.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 21:06:04 GMT -5
Karter 'hrm'ed for a moment. "Not... really. He is, but he managed to survive his old home..." He was just very... damaged, and not as resilient as Karter or Mikka were. "It's complicated. It's VERY complicated." Actually, with all he had told Mikka about Theo, he wouldn't be surprised if she thought he was stalking him or something.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 21:15:46 GMT -5
"Complicated?" Mikka mulled over the word for a moment. It seemEd as though Karter was very dedicated to this Theo person. She had to wonder... "Are you in love with him?" It was a pure, honest question. The Ookami didn't really know how that sort of thing worked and she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it looked like. There seemed to be a lot of dedication involved.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 21:28:22 GMT -5
Karter thought this one over for a good long while before responding. "I never really considered it before... but I suppose I do..." He supposed there was also a reason for that. After all, who didn't love the being that created them? He was sure that Theo would have adored his father and mother in different circumstances. He'd think more on this later.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 21:39:09 GMT -5
"Hm... So that's what love is like." The Russian couldn't really say she was surprised. However, she couldn't say much about it from experience. She had cared for people before, and wanted to protect them, but she never paired those feelings with anything related to love. When it came to emotions, Mikka wasn't great at putting two and two together.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 22:13:03 GMT -5
Karter shrugged. "It might be, fuck if I know. I've always felt this way about the boy..." He wasn't sure if this made him gay, a narcissist, or just plain creepy. Probably all three, with his luck.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 22:17:13 GMT -5
"Good to know that I am not the only idiot who doesn't." At this point the pair had exited the forest entirely, right alongside what appeared to be a road leading into the busier, more crowded part of the city. The Hospital wasn't far from here, if Mikka recalled correctly. Ten minutes at the most... well if Karter could keep walking in a straight line anyway. The Russian was surprised he'd already managed to walk as far as he had.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 22, 2012 22:48:54 GMT -5
"Well you describe YOURSELF perfectly, at least." Karter snarked, taking the short pause to lean against her and try and recover some energy. He was so tired right now... He was NEVER this tired. Was this how Theo felt when Karter woke him up? A pity, really. He'd have to give the kid more resting time...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 22, 2012 22:55:26 GMT -5
"Ouch. You wound me with your words." She chuckled darkly. "Even after I decided to help you to the hospital out of the goodness of my heart." Honestly, Mikka could just leave him here if she wanted to. Or kill him. Karter wasn't really in any position to stop her from doing anything. Having the upperhand gave Mikka an overwhelming feeling of joy. She couldn't help but smile.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 23, 2012 12:50:38 GMT -5
"S'what I'm here for." He muttered as he caught his breath. How far until they got to the freaking hospital already!? How was it THAT far away!? "Let's just get going." The thought that insulting the other teen might not be in his best interest never really occurred to Karter. After all, the ribbing was fun.
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