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“You punched them in the head?”
Wow, good job, Venice. That is totally what he did. He stares at Abele with a perplexed expression.
“Sort of a weird thing to do.”
Blink, blink. Close enough. He gave a small shrug, and then nodded afterwards. It it gets the point across that he knocked them both out, then sure. That’s what he did.
The taller carapacian gave another toothy smile, because honestly, he found Venice to be amusing at the moment.
He seemed to have a flinch of his own when Abele did that, frowning apologetically and moving his hand from Abele’s neck. Venice diverted his attention from the other’s neck, trying to think of what else he could say.
“Did you…” He thinks for a moment.
“Did you kill those loud guys down the hall?” Conversation nailed.
No, no. Don’t frown. There was an apologetic expression and he continued to stroke the small carapacian’s cheek. And then he spoke once more -- about killing? He stopped, and tilted his head a bit.
There was a sudden really toothy smile and he shook his head, the smile disappearing as quickly as it came. A breathy chuckle, and he raised a hand, bringing a fist into it.
He’s trying to say that he knocked them the fuck out, Venice.
He seems to be staring blankly at a wall perpendicular to where they sit, eyes flickering different colors wildly.
He slowly raises his hand, placing it on the scarred tissue and shell from Abele’s neck. “Did I ever tell you how sorry I am?” He asks with that soft voice.
The flickering eyes were always something that kind of intrigued Abele. Even though the first time he witnessed it, he was nearly killed, it still piqued his curiosity and he could watch those for a long while.
But the sudden touch at his neck caused him to flinch -- which was never something Abele did, ever. Nerves calmed, and he looked down at Venice with a nod.
The poor guy curled up on Abele’s lap quietly. The guy barely weighs a hundred pounds so he isn’t much at all. He sighed, leaning his head against Abele’s chest. Venice was fine, as okay as he could get for the time being.
“Hey, Abele?” He whispered.
Abele cradled the smaller guy in his arms, expression plastered in an emotionless stare. His physical touch said otherwise; he was stroking Venice’s cheek with a thumb as gently as he could.
And then he tilted his head at the question, a non-existent eyebrow raising just a bit.
He let out a pained groan, taking Abele’s hand and crawling out from under the coffee table. With his free hand, the guy held his forehead, which was now a bit sore from hitting it so hard.
He could have sworn he’d seen stars for a moment there. Even if he didn’t, Venice’s headache was now a bit worse, but he managed to smile at Abele nonetheless.
Poor thing. Abele put a hand on the side of his head to see if the guy did any real damage, most likely not, but you could never be too careful. He sighed, once again, and then sat onto the sofa, pulling Venice with him.
Hopefully he doesn’t mind the blood, uh, which he’s wiping off his hands again.
Venice was laying under the coffee table, you know, because thatbis completely normal behaviour for anyone.
The only way he would have been noticeable would be because his feet were sticking out. him being short, hid pretty well for the most part under there.
The guy’s arms were covering his eyes when he suddenly heard the door open. Reacting naturally, he sat up, immediately slamming his forehead against the bottom of the coffee table.
Oh...
That’s where he was.
A small sigh came from Abele as he walked over towards Venice, kneeling down beside the coffee table and holding out a hand for him to take. This guy always manages to get himself into trouble.
After ‘solving’ the screaming problem at the end of the hall, Abele entered the room, closing the door gently and making sure the lights were off. Today, his throat hurt a lot in particular and he’d probably make no effort to speak.
Though he does seem to have blood on his hands, for whatever reason. He’s totally wiping that up with a crimson cloth. Where is Venice, anyway? He can’t seem to... find him.
Being constantly tired is a big issue for me.
abele. abele. aaaabele. im gonna kiss your face
Please do.
>He then jumps out of bed in his own room, running to Able’s room, opening the door and locating him, before giving him a big smooch right on the lips.
Abele smirked in the kiss, before he decided to return it. He wrapped the guy in a hug and lifted him from the ground, pulling away from the original kiss and pressing softer smooches all over his face.
His throat hurts and a light wheezing is apparent, but, “Don’t miss me. I am always here.”
“But it ain’t the same when you’re not actually here” Venice would whisper back with a small frown. “It ain’t the same.”
"I know." To hell with talking. It hurts a hell of a lot and he'd rather his throat not hurt the whole day. Just not up to that right now.
Abele gave a concerned look, carapaced claws coming up to stroke Venice's cheek as a way of saying he understands. But he decided to wrap him into a hug again, because it's a reassuring gesture on his part.
abele. abele. aaaabele. im gonna kiss your face
Please do.
>He then jumps out of bed in his own room, running to Able’s room, opening the door and locating him, before giving him a big smooch right on the lips.
Abele smirked in the kiss, before he decided to return it. He wrapped the guy in a hug and lifted him from the ground, pulling away from the original kiss and pressing softer smooches all over his face.
His throat hurts and a light wheezing is apparent, but, “Don’t miss me. I am always here.”
abele. abele. aaaabele. im gonna kiss your face
Please do.
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