Better call an exterminator

my name is Bug I don't fight

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[[hey im sure no one remembers me if ppl are still active or anything :x im the absolute worst but i wanna get back to this rp if anyone is still around?]]

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//im horribly alive ive been gone for like 6 years im so sorry///

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"If you apologize to me one more time I’m gonna give you a black eye to match this one," Bert said with a gesture at his own bruised-up face. There wasn’t a hint of maliciousness in his voice though. In fact, the way he said it, it might as well have been a knock-knock joke, with a big fat shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Seriously. It was an accident, I’m not holding it against you. All these ‘sorry’s are makin’ me fuckin’ nervous, you sound like one of my exes."

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"Oh, ah, sor--- okay." Noah sunk lower into his hood. Luckily they turned into the convenience store. He dug the carbons out of her pocket and counted again. "Here, you can order what you want." He gave a small smile and handed it over to Bert. "I don't need anything so you can use it all." 

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"Noah? Like the boat?" Bert continued grinning to himself as he followed him down the street. "Doesn’t that make you, like, destined to make every animal in the world fuck? I think that was the moral of that story." He nodded to himself, finally taking his hands away from his face and shoving them in his pockets instead. "Oh, and… the name’s Bert. And ya don’t have to worry about me, like, suing you or some shit. I forgive you for dislocating my nostrils, man… you didn’t mean it."

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A boat, what? "Uh, yeah." Noah shrugged his hood around his shoulders and tried to disappear a little bit. He was still worried about the guy but quickly getting more and more uncomfortable, his energy quickly diminishing. "Thanks, God, I really am sorry..." He practically whimpered, looking over at Bert then signalling to him to turn the corner. "I wish.. I could do more? I just... I'm very sorry..."

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"Is there? Rad." Bert beamed at him although, admittedly, he kind of felt bad that he was ripping off a kid. Only a little bit. It’d been a while since he’d done anything someone would remotely call a ‘con’, but he liked to at least offer something in return. "Uh, how old are you?" he asked, before he waved the question off. Considering how short he was, sexual favors seemed like a bad idea either way. "Never mind. You should definitely come with me because, like… I think I’m concussed or somethin’? Everything’s… spinning, yeah," he lied easily. "I might walk into traffic or some shit without you. Plus, we can share!"

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"Oh uh I--" Noah started before quickly shutting up. He picked up his things off the concrete and shoved it all into his laptop bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He held the money in his hoodie pocket and swallowed against the dryness in his throat. He couldn't live with himself if he let this guy walk into traffic. "Yeah, yeah... It's that way, follow me." He was starting to calm down again, the anxiety of the situation subsiding to his usual uneasiness around people he didn't know, body relaxing a little more. "What... What's your name, by the way. Uh, you.. You don't have to answer, I mean, I just thought... I'm, uh, Noah." 

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"…Uhhhh—" Crap. He really, really didn’t want to end up calling Vico again for causing a scene, especially when this one wasn’t even his fault. He glanced away from him, still holding his nose for lack of anything better to do. “Actually, I… think I need a sandwich,” he deadpanned and nodded slowly to himself. “Calcium. In milk, I mean. That’ll fix this shit right up, but… I can’t just drink a glass of milk without a sandwich,” he explained carefully, staring at the ground instead of into Noah’s eyes. The longer he stared, the more the speckles in the concrete started to leap up and dance, which told him that the drugs he was on were… still working. Awesome.

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Noah dug frantically in his pockets and his laptop case. He dumped out pocket lint, a button, receipts, and some wrappers and found a few crumpled notes. Noah held the money up to his face to count it and hoped it might be enough for a sandwich. He looked back up at him. "I uh-- there's.. I think there's a convenience shop a block or two over." He folded up the money and took a second, fidgeting and fretting, shifting his weight from foot to foot trying to figure out if he should go with him and buy him te food or give him the money. If it wasn't enough and he just sent him on his way he wouldn't be able to get food, and...milk... but if he went with him he didn't have any extra money anyway. "Do you...-- I'll.. I'll come with you, yeah?" 

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"Geez," Bert uttered, blinking rapidly in surprise. Honestly, it hadn’t hurt that badly… The past couple of weeks had gone by with him suffering way worse. He was sure the bruises were still visible, although he hadn’t checked, considering he hadn’t bothered to look into a mirror for the past few days now. Honestly, he would’ve shaken that shit off already by now if the kid wasn’t making such a fuss, which immediately made him start moaning out in loud, dramatic pain. What could he say? He loved the attention.

"Oh, ugh,” he groaned, gingerly poking at his nose before he let out a hiss. “Fuuuuck, I think you broke it… it hurts so fucking bad, man,” he added, in case his act wasn’t working. “Like… holy shit—”

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Noah gasped and flinched, horrified. "Oh my God, Oh God, I'm so sorry! Do-- Do you need a doctor? Do you-- Oh God." He stuck a finger in his mouth and chewed at it. He tried to figure out some way to fix this. He only knew very basic first aid, he didn't know what to do with a broken nose. He  could... call someone? "I-- I can call someone for you, I can... Do you have someone I can call, I-- I'm so so sorry, Sir, I'm so sorry."

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Bert has somehow managed to get himself lost… again. Some drug pusher he knew had wanted to meet up somewhere new and, for some reason, he’d gone along with it, despite the fact that this always happened. Next thing he knew, he was wandering through some apartment complex, his senses bouncing him all over the place as he stumbled around trying to place exactly where and when on the planet he was. It’s cold, so he’s thinking he’s somehow transported himself into the Ice Age, which was unfortunate because there was no way to contact Vico and get him to pick him up if his transmitter was frozen solid.

Suddenly, Bert is faceplanting hard against the ground, letting out a startled yelp as he hits the floor. He scrambles up, his hand over his nose where he’d ground it into the concrete, and stares in bewilderment at the boy he’d somehow managed to trip over. “… Dude,” he whines. “The fuck are you doing?”

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Noah yelped as a man fell over his outstretched legs with a loud thump, his heart nearly ripping through his ribs. He just kind of stared in horror for a second, his mind taking a second to stop pitying himself and figure out what was going on. He stared in terror up at the guy who was like a giant to him down on the ground, though he might not have really been too tall if he were standing. "Oh my-- Crap, I'm so sorry, I'm-- That was so careless of me, oh God." He fretted, standing up quickly and apologizing profusely. Now standing, the guy, now holding his nose (oh god, he hurt him), was almost half a head taller than Noah. "Are you okay, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, can I help are you hurt?" How stupid was he to be sitting like that in the middle of the sidewalk, he was so careless, so neglectful and self-centered not to realize he was in the way and putting other people in harms way. 

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Noah stood outside the door of his building looking up the stories as if looking at his window will somehow make him not be locked out. This is the 4th time in a month and a half he's locked himself out while his parents aren't home. He's had two new keys made and he's lost them both. It's disgraceful, really, utterly deplorable if he's honest with himself. His parents have been angry with him for it for weeks, he's been getting more and more irresponsible and needs to shape up or he'll never forgive himself. He sighs and sits against the cold brick wall of the building and rests his chin on his forearms on his knees, watching as everyone walks by, not locked out of their houses. Noah sighs so dramatically he has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at himself, and thumps his head back against the wall. "I can't even do my homework." He grumbles. That's probably the worst part of it all, honestly. 

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god, this radio is ancient, who the hell would leave this shit lying around? 

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