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"Are you a vegetarian because you love animals, or do you hate plants?" [indie rp blog for Boaz Priestly of Ten Inch Hero. Multiship & multifandom.] [tracking my url] [ remember that influx of tih rp blogs yeah i was the first how hella is that ]

[plxtisha]

        [ tish was close to beating the shit out of an orderly if he didn’t let her through. but, luckily, they bit. she’d been waiting all afternoon, watching her beautiful little boy sleep as she waited for something, anything out of the back about priestly, and now she was being let in to see him. to stay with him. ]

        “The other guy can suck my dic-doritos.”

        [ the brunette had jude in one arm, and the baby bag and car seat in the other when she walked in. she must have looked like hell, worrying the way she had been, crying for as long as she had. she smiled when he smiled and put everything down by his bed, moving over to kiss his forehead gently, her little boy tugging on her hair with a whine as he made grabby hands at priestly. ]

         ”He’s.. uhm… He’s been asking for you all afternoon.”

          [ jude had never spoken before. not one word that wasn’t aimless babble or a giggle. he’d never even said mama. but today of all days, the little boy asked for his dada. it was part of the reason she’d been crying so much. but, now his dada was here, and the little boy wanted nothing more than to climb in his arms and fall back asleep. ] 

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   [ priestly laughed softly, not lifting his head from the pillow placed behind him. ]

      "I doubt he can say my name. I realize Boaz is short, but if it sounds like 'buh-ass' when my two year old cousin says it..."

   [ he doesn't get it. he's got a concussion, you can't blame him for being slow. ]

      "Hand him over, I've still got one good arm."

   [ as she leans down in front of him to hand jude over, priestly kisses her. and, while it's just the faint presence of lips on skin, it's still a kiss. as he holds jude in his arms, he smiles and begins to babble nonsense at him. no matter how much he'd like to believe it, jude and himself don't have the secret form of communication down yet. but, one word he does make out is dada. ]

      "---- What did he say?"

      "He said----"

      "---- no way, no, he didn't."

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            [ tish held tightly to the car-seat, her arm looped through the bar so it was stuck in the crease of her inner arm where it bent. Her fingers of that hand were balled up hella tight and rested against her lip as the nerves bunched up in her stomach. Her other hand was rested against priestly’s good one, her hands shaking. she was watching his state deteriorate before her eyes, and it was- for lack of a better phrase- freaking the shit out of her. she cared about this man; loved him, even. ]

       [  he’d been there for her every single step of the way. he’d made it to the last few doctors appointments. he’d taken her to the hospital to have the baby. he was the first one to see the baby. the first face she saw when she woke up from labor. he was her rock, her hero throughout all of this, and now he was drifting.]

       ”Priestly, please. Stay with me.”

        [ the lump in her throat was too huge to restrain, and she couldn’t fight the tears that slipped down her cheeks. she took a shaky breath, gasping softly when the ambulance stopped and they started unloading him. ]

       [ they took him away before she could fit another word in, and she ran after, holding the car seat and baby bag as she moved in. they stopped her before she could tell him to wake up. before she could kiss him. the girl gulped and stepped back into the waiting room, setting her child’s seat on one of the uncomfortable chairs before she took the next one over. the ride had managed to knock her little jude out, but she’d never been more shaken. with a bruise on her cheek and a heavy heart, tish did something she hadn’t done in years. she started to pray. ]

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   [ a minor concussion, a broken arm, and more bruises than priestly could count. he secretly hoped what's-his-face had it worse. priestly had never wished death upon anyone, but he wouldn't mind watching that guy take a long walk off a short cliff. hell, he'd probably be the one to push him. ]

   [ after hours upon hours of doctors and nurses walking in and out, it was one in the morning. a nurse told him a girl and a baby were out in the waiting room for him, and when he asked if he could see them, she said that visiting hours were over. a few seconds of his famous puppy dog eyes later, and she said that the girl could come in and stay the night with him, to keep him awake and all that. ]

   [ the second the nurse left to get them, priestly's eyes were glued to the door. and when it opened to reveal a tired, messy haired tish and a whiny baby, the biggest grin he'd ever managed split across his face. ]

      "-- You should see the other guy..."

[plxtisha]

         ”Affirmative.”

         [ the brunette looked up at the medics and scooted out of the way, moving to hold jude properly, cringing hard at his shout. the baby started crying again and she gulped, listening to priestly’s plea before she ran into her apartment and grabbed the baby bag and his car-seat. she placed the baby in before she strapped him down and gave him his favorite little blanket before she locked the door and ran down the stairs, catching up a bit breathlessly. ]

          “We’re right here, Priestly.” 

          [ the girl let out a breath and pouted softly, watching as they loaded him into the back of the ambulance. after they strapped him down, they let her and the baby in. she sat there quietly, placing her hand on his, letting out a soft breath. ]

          “We’re right here.” 

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   [ his head hurt a lot more than before. and so did his arm. it was a possibility that the adrenaline kept him from feeling the throbbing pain shooting throughout his body. he'd ask about that dick chad... or brad... or whatever the fuck his name was, but he was too worried about the fact that his arm might be broken to care. ]

      [ the ride to the hospital was longer than priestly remembered, but maybe the reason it had seemed so long was because he was slipping in and out of consciousness, the stupid paramedic always shaking him and asking him questions to keep him from sleeping. ]

   [ it wasn't until the paramedic said something along the lines of 'You might have a concussion, and we can't have you slipping into a coma. That baby needs a dad, buddy.' did he actually try his damnedest to stay awake, always glancing over at tish or squeezing her hand gently with his good arm. ]

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hc:

tish always calls priestly at 10:00 p.m., no matter what, and priestly always answers. every night at 9:59, he's waiting by the phone, and it's always ringing at 10:00, and they don't even say hello. tish just says whatever's on her mind the second he picks up, and it starts a long conversation, usually lasting until 1:00 in the morning. and those phone calls may or may not be the highlight of priestly's day.

[plxtisha]

        “If he asks, you tell him the truth.                      You’re gonna tell him that you fell down the stairs because you were protecting his mama from some piece of shiiittake mushrooms.”

        [ she winced a bit before she moved the baby on her lap, turning him to face Priestly so his little head rested on her chest, and his little legs and feet kicked out as he flailed and made grabby hands toward Priestly, still sniffling and crying. ]

        “Definitely.”

        [ She said softly, smiling at the man before she leaned down and kissed his forehead gently, her thumb chasing away the small kiss as she smoothed his hair back. ]

          “Stop fracking moving, would you? You’re gonna hurt yourself worse.”

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      "Permission to leave out the part where I nearly got the living Phuket, Thailand beat out of me?"

   [ he lifted the arm that he could feel up to hold the crying boy's feet. not long after did he hear ambulance sirens, and heard several pairs of feet march up to the second floor. he felt himself being lifted, and as his head fell back he shouted out, biting on his lower lip so hard he nearly drew blood. he grabbed the man's arm who had been lifting him. ]

      "Her and the baby come with me, or I'm not going."

   [ the man stared for a moment, then shrugged and nodded for tish to follow, as the carried the stretcher down the stairs. priestly attempted to look back to see tish and jude, but in fear of hurting himself any further, refrained. ]

[plxtisha]

                ”Hey, don’t move.”

        [ she scolded with a huff, resting her hand on his chest as she watched him, the baby in her arms still screaming. ]

        “            He’s eight months old, Priestly, he won’t remember this. And if he does, and asks about it, I’ll tell him that his father saved the day.”

         [ her smile as soft as she switched her son to the opposite arm and cuddled him close, closing her eyes as she hummed softly at him.]

        “He tried… but, the Hippie from downstairs apparently saw him hit me and clocked him one. He’s on the next flight down passed out cold.” 

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   "-- Still. What if I, like, have some weird scar and he asks, and I have to explain that I fell down a flight of stairs because some dic-- dude pushed me down?"

      [ he looks at the baby, then back at tish. ]

   "... Remember to invite him up for dinner soon."

      [ he still hasn't learned that he shouldn't move his head, and is tilting his neck to get a better look at the baby. he's got a question he's been meaning to ask, involving the kid, but he doesn't think it's the time or the place. ]

[plxtisha]

       ”I’m calling an ambulance, just.. please, sit tight.”

        [ the brunette ran back into her apartment, grabbing her son, carefully hugging him to her chest before she ran back out toward the boy at the bottom of the stairs, giving the hospital staff directions as she raced back over. ]

         ”Priestly, oh my god.”

          [ she frowned, moving to carefully pull his head in her lap. It was easier, now there was no huge baby bump in the way. tish set the phone by her hip and let him rest there, shushing her baby ]

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   "Hey, don't show the kid. He doesn't need to see his hero losing the battle."

      [ he moves to lift his head on his own, but feels a sharp pain spread up his spine, and is brought back to the floor. ]

   "... Did dumba-- I mean, did dumbbutt run off?

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plxtisha

   "-- No, no, I'm fine."

      "Can't feel my left arm, and I'm pretty sure I just felt my skull crack, but, yeah, fine."

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   "That? That wasn't me."

      [ it was some other spiky haired asshole. ]

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   "Did you hear? David left his ID in Prague."

      "Now we have to call him Dav."

[plxtisha]

[ Tish’s shoulders slumped. ]

[ Well, that was just fan fucking tastic. ]

[ The brunette groaned and hid her face in her knees ]

[ a silver lining? ]

“I couldn’t do that to you.          That’s the most imposing thing,”

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      "No, no, it's not. Like I said, it's not a problem."

   [ don't sound so eager, asshole. ]

      "I mean, it's fine if you don't want to, but... The motel 6 isn't exactly clean, and it's the only place within, like, ten miles."

[plxtisha]

"Protestants are a lot scarier than Jewish people."

   [ She raised a brow and got quiet as he spoke. ]

   [ Her eyes widened and she sighed, biting her lip. ]

"Oh, hell."

   [ She groaned. ]

"Just tell it to me straight, Doc.        Am I gonna walk again, or not?”

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   "-- Well, Mr. Julius called a locksmith... But he can't be here until tomorrow."

      [ he quickly followed up the statement, trying to keep any upsetting silence out. ]

   "But, you're free to, uh, stay at my place. If you want. I mean, you can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch, it's no problem."

[plxtisha]

   [ She grinned. ]

"My parents were super religious."

   [ it’s why she was even here. ]

"Swearing to God, it was like a cult."

   [ she raised a brow. ]

“I would’ve graduated about four days ago.”

   [ She shrugged and smiled softly. ]

“I haven’t met anyone else in this building… Just you.”

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   "My mom had the most religious parents ever -- they were Jewish. And whenever we would visit them, we had to pretend to be Jewish. It was pretty funny, actually."

      [ and suddenly his phone is ringing, and he's pulled away from the conversation. ]

   "I think that's the landlord ---"

      [ he pulls out his phone, and is only on it for a minute. he frowns and hangs up. ]

   "-- You wanna hear the bad news or the good news?"

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[plxtisha]

    [ A small smile. ]

"Like the guy in the Bible?    Who was married to Ruth?”

   [ she grinned and nodded, giving a small shrug. ]

"S’not that bad."

    [ She took a breath thinking for a minute. ]

"I dropped outta high school three months before I graduated."

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  "That'd make sense, but --"

      [ he's not exactly sure where he got the name, but he is sure of one thing. ]

   "-- I'm pretty sure my parents were atheist."

      [ he laughs, mostly at how idiotic his parents were for naming him that. ]

   "I dropped out a year before I graduated. And I'm pretty sure none of the people in this building graduated either -- except for that artist chick downstairs."

[plxtisha]

    “Dude, I am so not one to judge.” [ that was an understatement. ]      ”There’s nuthin’ special about me,” [ only that she was pregnant. ]

     ”It’s a nice place.          Quiet, compared to L.A.”

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   "..."

      [ he's actually about to do this. ]

   "Boaz."

      [ he's going to be sick just saying it. ]

   "-- I'm sure there's something. C'mon. Just, whatever comes to mind."

      [ he's not going to force her to tell him anything, but he'd like to get to know her a little. after all, they are neighbors. ]

[plxtisha]

"Fair enough."     [ She smiled softly, leaning back against her door. ] “Well, what’s your first name?”     [ she hugged her knees to her chest. ]

     [ She sighed and shrugged. ] "Bout three weeks.     M’not really.. used to Santa Monica.”

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      [ for a second, he contemplates telling her. ]

   "I'll tell you, if you promise not to laugh. But then you've got to tell me something about you."

      [ he's honestly not sure why he's about to tell her his name. he's lived here for months, and not one person knows him as anything other than priestly or 'that kid upstairs'. ]

   "You'll get used to it. It's not that bad."