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he just really likes robots
Braiden knew what today was. He could tell you the exact time he had come home to discover his brother had left, and he knew he ran away willingly. His things had been missing, a duffle bag gone out of the shed. No, Matt had left and Braiden had spent the past year wondering why.
Today, the boy was only trying to keep his mind off of it. He had never gotten around to making friends after Matt left, and had grown apart from the few people he and Matt had used to hang out with so, instead of having someone to spend the day with, he had decided to people watch at the fountain in the center of town. But first, some coffee.
He didn’t notice the familiar face sitting at a table. He kept his eyes down as he moved to the counter to order his coffee, fidgeting slightly with the fabric of his skirt.
“Grande skinny vanilla latte please.”
He carefully fumbled with the few crumbled bills in his wallet, handing them to the barista with a shy smile.
He’s still gaping as though a fish out of water. His brother hadn’t changed too much, no, not at all really. Regardless, It took his caffeinated brain a couple double takes to assure himself that yes, this was the kid that he’d walked away from a year ago. All of a sudden he was hyper-aware of his own shabby appearance - reeking of cigarette smoke and still nursing a couple wounds under his sleeves, he was definitely one hell of a contrast to Braiden’s put together sort of look.
He goes entirely unnoticed, unable to bite back a frown of disappointment as he slinks back into his booth. Would it be more or less painful for him to reappear?
In his indecision he’s practically crushing the coffee cup in his hands, gripping the ceramic tighter and tighter as his jolted brain tries to make sense of the situation. But he doesn’t know his own strength anymore - The cup can’t take the stress and a long fissure forms right down the center with an alarmingly loud CRACK.
...Shit.
She wasn’t particularly paying any attention to where she was going, only out and walking around to clear her head. Mel also had a pair of headphones in, so she was a bit more focused on what she was listening to.
Though, she jumped a little when she heard someone call out (though she couldn’t tell he was calling out to her until she pulled the headphones from her ears).
“O-Oh, s-sorry, I didn’t r-realize you called out for m-me until now,” she murmured, then glanced up at him. “W-Why should I leave? I d-don’t– I don’t think I’m i-in any danger just f-from wandering about.”
It’s not as though he doesn’t know the struggle of not listening due to earbuds. Many a time he’s been lightly smacked upside the head to remind him that hey, people are talkin’ and you gotta be listenin’ bud.
So he’s pretty chill when it comes to having to jump around a little for her attention.
“Would you believe me if I told you I was batman, swooping you up from a fate most undiscloseable?”
No, probably not, because that’s the stupidest thing to come out his mouth this week.
“This building is going to explode in a couple minutes.” His shoulders roll as he gestures to the building behind them. “Also, It’s a secret how I know that. How fast can you run?”
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It’s the official anniversary of the day he ran away from home. The past year has been, well, fucking awful, but it’s not like he’d had any semblance of a choice.
You don’t get to have a family and be in a gang. It’s just not how these things work.
So he’s feeling a little down already, curled up in a coffee shop because it’s too damn early to be up without at least a 0.06 caffeine count in your blood.
The sound of the door opening hardly brings his eyes away from the cup - he’s too busy looking down at it as though it’ll reveal to him the secrets of the universe if he waits long enough.
But then the figure at the counter catches his eye, and his jaw drops with a soft pop.
Braiden.
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There are many unpleasant jobs associated with the criminal underground. Murder, kidnapping, robbery... the list goes on. But once in a while, you’ll stumble upon a job that isn’t mind numbingly boring and contrived - such as blowing up an abandoned building to send a message to rival gangs.
It was a simple thing. In, set the explosives, out before the timer hits 0:00. A one man sort of job, if you knew what you were doing (which Matt certainly did). With no one out at such an ungodly hour he’d figured it was easy money.
The only thing he didn’t count on, however, was spotting someone wandering only a few feet away from the soon-to-be pile of rubble. He paused. Stared down at the girl, stared down at his watch. T-minus 2 minutes, 39 seconds. Sigh.
“Hey! You! Yeah, you!! You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but you should probably heed the vague, shitty prophecy I’m about to give you - get the fuck out of here!”
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Blow a KISS Fire the gun
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So guess who’s revamping. Again.
This update. is the absolute. worst.
Fuck this update and everything it stands for.
Surprise my muse with a kiss.
A peck, a smooch, a full on french-snog. See how they blush.
Preferring to ignore Matt’s utter satisfaction (for they weren’t yet done with their mission) the blond quickly scuttled past one doorway and up to another, where he was almost certain he’d heard footsteps clicking against the hardwood floor upon approach. Jabbing Matt in the rib with his elbow, the blond motioned them to hide in a closet where the teachers kept their materials and, luckily, there were a couple of empty spots amongst untidily jumbled books.
And just as they got into the wardrobe, the lights of the room flickered on.
“I double-checked it, Roger! And I can assure you they’re nowhere to be found.” Said a teacher in distress as she ambled into the room and sunk into one of the chairs, looking beside herself with worry.
Roger, on the other hand, seemed calm as ever despite his eyes scrunched up in disapproval. “Calm down, Mrs. Lea. I’m sure the boys haven’t strayed too far from the building.” That said even though there was a sharp note of vexation to his voice, one that suggested how the old man didn’t necessarily like dealing with children, or teenagers, for all that mattered. “If they aren’t back when morning comes, we’ll try to look for them ourselves. Maybe Near knows something.”
As they eavesdropped, Mello mouthed something akin to swearing under his breath, and only after the adults left the room was when he seemed to have found his voice at last, “Great. They’ve noticed we’re gone. I don’t need a detention first thing in the morning.” He said grimly, kicking off an eraser to the side while climbing out of their hiding place.
Although Matt would have liked to begin a long-winded complaint at the sudden jab to his side, he figured that in this instance it was best to take a more stealthy approach. Mello would be rather unhappy if he ruined yet another quest - they needed no repeats of the Halloween-raid incident.
After the teachers had taken their leave, Matt was the first to peer his head out the closet and gaze quietly out the doorway. When the sound of footsteps had finally faded into the distance he slipped out, stretching his arms as though he’d been curled in the closet for thousands of years instead of 3 minutes.
“I always wondered how they figure out when we’re missing. It seems like they have it down to a science. We need to work on our stealth skills. I’ve been thinking about climbing out the windows, but I’m sort of doubting that the vines will hold our weight...”
He walked over to continue the mission with a cloud hanging over his head. The rush of adrenaline was fading, and victory was always so bittersweet when you knew you would face the consequences in the morning. He grabbed the door handle to continue out into the hall but -
“It’s locked. They... must have locked it behind them. It’s fucking locked!”
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