Jun 7, 2018
zachariah bennett abraham parsinger: 31 years of so done with your shit
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zachariah bennett abraham parsinger: 31 years of so done with your shit
“You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”
movie quotes meme: accepting
zachary sighs. deeply.
that line has been used on him too many times to keep count, and he’s grown absolutely bored with it by now. the problem is that it’s true, and so he has nothing else he can do but to listen to it over and over again, because he still owes the damn proto something, no matter how much that bugs the heck out of him.
“and you’d be jobless if it weren’t for me. i do believe there was some sort of agreement that they even each other out in the long run and we would not speak of it again.”
he lifts his head to turn his gaze over to the proto.
“considering you’re doing an absolute shit job of being my bodyguard and i’ve nearly lost my life a few times over thanks to you, i might even peruse to say that the debt i owe to you has long been evened out.”
his gaze take in the proto standing on the other side of his practice, near the entrance door, and he allows eyes to wander over craftily recreated skin down to the clothes he’s wearing this time around. the proto always seems to find something new to bug the living daylights out of him.
but then again, maybe that’s simply because he’s growing more than done with the smug face of the other every time he does not live up to the expectations of his job but still feels it necessary to remind him of the one thing that landed them both in this entire ordeal.
“now disinfect your hands before you touch anything today, would you?”
“Please don’t get involved.”
A hood and mask obscure his facial features save for the differently colored irises, the tall figure crouching beside a cage far back within the dangerous grounds of the Flesh Faire. The moment his gaze had fallen on the proto trying to keep busy by moving random items around, he’d recognized him back from his sister’s shop.
Once in a great while, several years after being abducted by the strange group then dumped off after being run ragged, Boone stops to try and stealthily seek out anyone within reach. Someone to set free regardless how risky it may be for his own health. Repeated beatings when caught haven’t deterred him. Rather than reply vocally he hands Nu a pretty silver trinket from his own stock, head bowing in a nod then standing.
He’d be back, there’s no doubt about it. Right as soon as he has a plan…