May 31, 2015
ask1259 hey kid i found you at the store
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ask1259 hey kid i found you at the store
((Pencil thing)) 1259 plS
[[ BREATHES DEEPLY THIS BOY IS MY BIAS ]]
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Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
Pronto watched the wings of the man turn into arms with a detached sense of fascination. Detached, because he would have wanted to see that again (I mean come on, it was pretty cool) except for the fact that the feathery arms were attached to a bleeding, beat-up person who seemed just a little bit out of it, judging by the slightly dazed expression on his face as Pronto had spoken. He was already swaying on his feet from their unexpected collision, and Pronto wasn’t sure if he ought to reach out and steady him or not.
Still, at least he was calm enough to watch with a confused smile as the guy spoke… until he grabbed Pronto’s sweater. Nope nope nope nope nope– He yanked the stranger’s hand away almost as soon as he’d touched it, cringing slightly as he’d already felt the unfamiliar hand brush against the soft, blue fabric. He held the guy’s wrist in a vice-like grip, studying his face intensely with an unreadable expression for a couple of seconds before suddenly letting go with an easy smile.
“I think you need a little more than my hoodie to help you,” he said with a light hearted laugh. “I can probably fix you up if you can follow me back to my place… Since I ran into you and everything after all it’ll be my way of saying sorry.” He gestured with his hand at a small, three-storey shop further up the street. “That’s my place over there.”
Ow. Fortunately for the kid (or maybe it was more fortunate for the thief, seeing his state), Vegas was too dazed to react like he would normally -- using force to get what he wanted. Instead he just stared at the hand that now gripped his own, the tightness of the hold numbly surprising. He blinked sluggishly, his arm falling limply at his side when it was released, and swayed in place for a few moments as he looked up toward the direction the boy specified.
“The... uh...” Vegas took a second before making an ‘OK’ sign with his thumb and forefinger, nodding. “Really? Yes, I’d be very grateful. For that.”
