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[sadistgame]

[ Good morning, Mayfield! It is a lovely day, but not for one particular child. After waking up in a strange bed and with different attire, Alois didn't panic. He was fine. He then discovered that he was no longer in his mansion but in a foreign house that he had never seen before. He was still fine. Was he kidnapped or something? I mean--he

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[memoryofmyself]

[ And here comes Ritsuka, running out after him and just. Staring. ] Yelling isn't going to help you, you know.

:>

[memoryofmyself]

I don't have to do anything for you.

[ The increase in the intensity of agony sent him lurching a little, free hand finally scrabbling to try and pry the boy's hands of his wrist. Instinctively, he tries to mentally call for Soubi, for his help and protection. But Soubi is not here. ]

Twelve, now let the hell go!

[sadistgame]

Are you going to leave if I let go?

[ He can't let that happen. He can't possibly live alone--even with the existence of their 'parents'. They weren't real. This boy, on the other hand, was pretty much real.

In some twisted way--Alois needed him. ]

[memoryofmyself]

[ He wanted to. He wanted to turn and leave the house and not come back. But he couldn't do that. Because he'd have to come back here anyway, or end up droned. Because maybe, in a way, he can hear the meaning behind it, the same way he knew it with his mother. Because sometimes people need others without saying a word, and Ritsuka can feel it from this boy, see it in him just the smallest bit.

He sighs, and tries to ignore the pain as it grows sharper. ]

Fine. I'll stay. Now let go, I need to re-bandage it. [ and it's true. Red was starting to seep into the cloth of the bandage, staining pure white into deep crimson. ]

[sadistgame]

That's a promise, Ritsuka.

[ Alois felt the warmness underneath his digits, it was all smudged in red when he finally released the boy. He stared at his hand, for a while, before kneeling in front of the other.

He didn't seem to mind the little pieces of glass that threatened to pierce his skin. ]

Now, tell me. Who did this to you?

/tl;drs everywhere. sob. i'm sorry.

[memoryofmyself]

[ That gets a smile lacking any amusement, almost sardonic. Promises aren't meant to be broken, after all. He'll hold to it. ]

Yeah. A promise.

[ As Alois kneels down, he moves back, apparently ignoring his question as he retreats into the kitchen, carefully digging in one of the drawers of the counter for something. Soon, he has a roll of gauze, some antiseptic, and a few cotton balls on hand. He unwraps the soiled bandage, and lowers his arms under a spray of warm water he turns on a second later.

It stings, painful in the way superficial wounds are, much more than deeper ones. And it is fairly superficial, some bruising at the wrist, a shallow cut from mid-wrist to just under his elbow. It had been healing fine before Alois had a go at it. It's not too bad even after, the bruises still faded to yellow, the worst of it being the reopened wound. ]

It's none of your business. You shouldn't stick your nose into matters that have nothing to do with you, it's rude. [ It's defensive, and he glares at the blond reproachfully. ] And if

Don't worry about it o/

[sadistgame]

[ Must he say it again? Must he say that he truly, sincerely didn't give a fuck about getting droned or this town? Alois wasn't rebelling or acting out, he knew what he wanted regardless of this situation, and he plans to persuade it. The enigma of this town is not intimidating to him, so Ritsuka's advice passed by unnoticed.

Things will have to change now. Without Claude in the picture, he will need to adjust and rebuild himself. It's not going to be easy, that he knew. Only because he didn't want to get over him.

That's why--he didn't appreciate being pushed aside so soon. ]

An act of concern. [ He muttered thoughtfully. His thick, dark lashes fluttered a shad lower, contemplating something. ]

It is my business. We're going to live together, aren't we? Therefore--I should know.

\o\ /patiently waits for the mods to let luca into the comms

[memoryofmyself]

[ After a minute or two, the wound has been cleaned, dried, and rewrapped. There's only a slight problem in the last part, but Ritsuka is so used to wrapping his own wounds that he overcomes it fairly quickly. When that's done, he let's the sleeves roll back over his wrist, and goes about cleaning up the glass Alois had left shattered on the floor. ]

I wasn't paying attention, and fell down the stairs before I got brought here. Happy? [ Ritsuka hates lies, and despises liars, but sometimes these things can't be helped.

When the glass has been cleared he grabs a towel from the laundry room connected to the kitchen, and starts cleaning the water up. Luckily water has no sugar and there will be no sticky mess or ants to fend off. ]

And seeing as we're, like you said, going to be living together, you could do better not to break things or attack the people around. Whether you care about being droned or not, violence isn't going to solve anything.

/waits toooo >:

[sadistgame]

Foolish lies aren't going to solve anything either.

[ He was quite a hypocrite, wasn't he? Lecturing Alois about how to act in this society while he was the one uttering lies now and then. Well, they do have something in common--they both despise liars.

Alois guided his bare hands and softly enfolded the boy's cheeks in his palms, his lips thinned into a very impatient smile. With his fingers upon his features, Alois lightly traced the tip of his thumb underneath Ritsuka's lower lid. Slow, delicate--almost a soothing touch.

He didn't like repeating himself, but it was pretty obvious that Alois was waiting for the truthful answer. ]

I'm confident that I've heard worst.

*__* there it is.

[memoryofmyself]

[ The hands at his face startle him more than anything else, and his eyes narrow in suspicion. Alois has already shown no problem worsening wounds he already has. Despite the gentle touch, he wouldn't put it past the older boy to try pulling his eye out.

He'd never thought there was someone out there more persistent than Yuiko, but lo and behold... ]

It doesn't matter. They aren't here. Just...stop.

[ Ritsuka makes no attempt to brush Alois's hands off his face, keeping a cautious eye of that stray thumb. He appreciates the touch and he doesn't. Because it is soothing, though he knows better, and doesn't want to be touched by this stranger.

But he isn't going to answer that question no matter how much the boy asks.

There is a pang of worry in his gut. How is his mother doing? Was she taking her medicine? Was she eating properly?

Shaking his head, he attempts to divert his "brother's" attention. ]

Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? That person you were looking for may be here.

*A*;;; oh man

[sadistgame]

No. He's not here.

[ He replied dryly. The seal was gone, it was that simple. Even if Claude happened to be in this town, Alois was no longer connected to him. Yes, he would still try to find him despite that--but that's another problem. One he'd worry about later.

He was irritated that Ritsuka was using that subject more as a diversion and not a sincere concern. He smiled, nevertheless. It was bittersweet. ]

Are you worried about me, Ritsuka? People tend to enjoy talking about themselves. They are arrogant and selfish, yes. [ The tip of his nail pressed down, lightly clawing on his delicate skin as he spoke. ]

I was hoping you'd be a good distraction and indulge me with the gruesome details. Really. [ A sigh followed. ]

UWAAA someone is using my icon *-*

[memoryofmyself]

[ Finally, he smacks Alois's hands away, if only to save his eye from turning into what would no doubt be a gory mess. The feeling Alois incited had beyond unease into general disturbance, and he attempted to put some distance between them. ]

I'm asking because it might help you have someone around that you at least know.

[ But if he'd still had his ears, now they would be flat against his skull as he glares. ] I'm not here for your entertainment!