"Hmm, So mister brimstone does care what others think about him? Good to know... Next time I need more salmon rolls you better get them or I will hate you!"
She said a small laugh leaving her. Why was she laughing? After all that had happened today... Why? It isn't like she knew. To be truthful... It was probably stupid to make jokes about such a thing. Her pale lavender eyes looked at the plate before her. Her brown hair shadowing most of her face... Her ears sat still, something they never did unless she was deep in thought.
"Bobby... Do you like me?"
Her voice was soft, and held more seriousness then she had ever spoken with.
"You, make me fish... get me salmon rolls often forgetting about your self, and... you worry about me. No normal room mate would do that. So.... Bobby... Do you like me?"
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 2, 2007 21:29:28 GMT -5
"Am I that transparent, Blue? My answer is yes. I do like you."
He just figured it would be easiest to tell her, not draw things out needlessly. He just ouright said it. Although he needed to say something else, too. Something important.
"But hey, I know you don't like me that way, and I'm alright with that. You just have to run potential boyfriends past me, first. After all, I'm supposed to be your bodyguard, right?"
He was smling, although his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt at saying this. It hurt, thinking of her being with someone else, but he knew he needed to get over his crush, and fast, if he wanted her to be safe. His job was extrememly dangerous, after all.
"Goddamn, I need to master this freaking telepathy, so I can learn to read minds, and keep assholes like Eric away from you....."
Myst never let her eyes leave the plate in front of her. She smirked a little as he said he did like her, but it didn't last that long because he said that she didn't like him that way. She sighed.
She said softly and poked at the fish a little. She took up a piece of fish and brought it to her mouth. Before eating it she said...
"I don't think there will be others. I have terrible taste in guys, as you have seen. Well... Lets eat. I assume after all that pummeling you did to Eric you worked up an apitite... Besides... You wouldn't let a girl eat alone would you?"
She slipped the piece of fish into her mouth. The entire time her pale lavender eyes remained closed so that he couldn't read anything from them.
"Oh... If you figure that telepathy thing out and start reading my mind... I start chewing on your Dante plushies. Got that flame boy?"
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 2, 2007 21:58:29 GMT -5
"Yeah...I am kind of hungry. And...well....your taste in guys is just swayed by fancy hair and clothing.....heh."
He sat down, and started to chew a piece of the salmon. Her eyes stayed closed...he couldn't ready anything she was saying, which was just as well. It was sort of a "You're right, I have no feelings for you", vibe that he got from it. It was a bit of a relief, to tell the truth. Meant he diddn't have to keep her safe from his enemies, or hurt her by saying anything to stop her from liking him.
Because she diddn't.
"As for that....I wouldn't read your mind, Blue. I trust YOU. It's other people I don't trust. I don't trust them not to try and hurt you, or try and kill you. N4T3 already tried, and Eric...well, I won't bring that up."
"Eric was the worst one though. N4t3 I killed, with your help of course. People could say your weird. You trust in a cat girl who does the exact opposite of what you tell her."
Myst smirked a little. Her eyes remaining closed as she thought. Do I like him? He... He does save me, alot. Almost like a prince... Okay thats going a bit far. Bobby is definatly no prince. He has no... Never mind... what ever it is he doesn't have it. She sighed softly and pulled the bathrobe tighter around her self. Her tail didn't like this and it sqirmed around behind her making it hard to concentrate. She sighed and got up. She grabbed a pair of sizors and cut a hole in the back of the robe carefully. Her tail wiggled its way out and she sighed again softly.
"Pain in the ass tail... literaly damnit... Anyway, I trust in the wrong sort. Thats my flaw and thats why I got stuck with Eric. I have always trusted the wrong type of people. After your heroics in Florida... My parents hired you, I assume it is because of that. There is no other reason."
She made a water butterfly and let it land on her finger. She looked at it as if going into a trance.
The butterly vanished into thin air and Myst began eating again. She blinked hearing that Robert had wings and a wicked smirk crossed her lips.
"So... Let me get this straight... You are part bird and you didn't tell me? So thats why I like chewing on your stuff so much...Hehehe You have earned your self a new nick name bobby, from now on you shall be known as Hawk man! wait... thats already taken isn't it... eh well give me some time... I will get something."
She snickered a little and finished her fish too. It seemed like what ever trance she had gone into she had gotten out of. Myst then began eating her soup. Her tail swishing around behind her before smacking Robert in the leg. Myst pretended like she didn't notice.
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 2, 2007 23:11:53 GMT -5
"Hey, not bird, Dark Angel. Don't ask."
He smirked a bit when she hit him with her tail, ignoring it. He got up, and handed her what looked like an earpiece.
"I'm going for a walk in the city. Call me if you need me. My guns are on the table. Anyone breaks in, shoot them."
With that, he left the room, letting out a deep sigh. He was unarmed, as he walked through the city. He wrapped his windbreaker around himself, being more sensitive to temperatures than other people, and shivered.
"Funny... I thought if angels cut their wings off they die... Oh well. oh! How about bird boy! Hehehe."
Myst snickered to her self and Robert stood up giving her an ear piece.
I'm going for a walk in the city. Call me if you need me. My guns are on the table. Anyone breaks in, shoot them.
Myst blinked and raised a brow. Robert left and Myst looked over at his guns. She scratched her ears and quickly finished her dinner before cleaning up and putting the rest of the soup in the fridge for later. Every now and again Myst would glance over at the guns.
"Shoot 'em? Who the heck does he think I am? The lone ranger?"
She laughed at her poorly made joke. Myst finished cleaning house and found her self with nothing to do. So... like any curiouse kitty she decided to look into the guns that Robert had left. She picked one up and twirled it around in her hand a half a turn before it fell to the ground and shot over at his bed making her jump.
"SHIT! Thats dangerouse! What hell is he walking around with these things for!?"
She then continued to play with the other one the same way.
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 3, 2007 21:56:54 GMT -5
He let out a sigh, holding a small knife in his hand, fire enveloping both it and his hand. He was hidden in an alleyway. His shirt was removed, and white bandages were wrapped around his torso. He removed them, and small, one foot black wings were visible. He raised the knife, and swiftly sawed through the bone of the left one, severing it neatly.
Being only half dark-angel, he could survive this. His main biologial composition was that of a Fire elemental.
He cried out in pain, albeit very quietly, as he swiftly did the same to his left wing. He diddn't bleed, as the famles had cauterized the wounds. He put his shirt back on, leaving the bandages and wings where they were, and turning to leave the alleyway.
Follow my heart, my nature, or my job? I...I just don't know.
Another shot went off as Myst dropped the second gun. She jumped into the air and landed on her bed.
"Shit... Ima get Bobby now... "
She jumped over the guns and ran out in her pajama's and bathrobe. She was sure she could pick up on his scent. You know... the smell of flames.
She sang out as she started looking around. She followed his scent into an ally where two small wings lay on the ground and bandages laid beside them. She blinked and poked at the wings before remembering that Bobby said he was going to cut them off. Myst tilted her head. She didn't know why he cut them off... they were cute. Either way she quickly hurried away from the ally in search of Robert. She could see him up ahead of her. So... Myst ran and when she got at a good distance she jumped.
She screamed as she landed on his back and clung to him tightly to make sure she didn't fall.
"That... was... scary... Oh! right! Bobby your guns went off and shot your bed and then they shot the wall, It scared me so I ran out here... Hey! why'd ya chop your birdy wings off? They were cute!"
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 3, 2007 22:33:52 GMT -5
"They'll grow back, and I'll cut them off again......I just....too damn hard to explain, alright? I really can't explain it....sorry..."
The truth was, he hated himself. Even more, he hated the dark angel side of himself. He hated it even more than he hated his mother. Hated having that blood. Hated having been born.
He had a bit of a complex with that. Immediately thught either everyone hated him, or diddn't know him well enough to hate him.
"They'll be back in a week or two......I still diddn't get the roots......if you think they're so cute, I'll consider leaving them, I guess..."
He was smirking, and very possibly a small attempt at flirting, although he was joking around, and it was obvious.
"And maybe I should teach you how to shoot, or at least how to handle a gun. you could have killed yourself....jeez....."
She was clinging to his back, and he was blushing a little. Well, more than a little. A lot. But she knew he liked her, and he knew she diddn't like him, and would hate hi as much as everyone else did soon enough.
Myst smiled at him as he talked. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and her arms clinging. She slowly let go with her legs and let go of the rest of him before fixing her bathrobe. People had stopped to stare at the cat girl who had just jumped onto Robert while wearing her pajama's and bathrobe.
"Well it wasn't that bad... Both bullets hit some where around your bed..."
Myst said calmly and yawned tilting back a little and putting a hand on his shoulder to steady her self.
"God I am so tired... Lets go back."
Myst began to pull Robert back towards their dorm.
"And when we get there you should stay in my bed... since I think I shot one of your plushies and I don't think I would feel all that safe being alone..."
People looked as she continued to pull him. Her tail swishing around behind her happily.
Post by Robert Gray on Sept 3, 2007 22:58:03 GMT -5
"Wait..what? Sleep in your bed? Err.....uhhh....hmmm....."
Think, Napalm...she's just fucking with you. I know snuggling with her sounds like fun, but she's just playing a joke.
"Good one, Myst, but you'll just play some kind of prank on me. Hell, last time I SAT on your bed...well, you probably remember what happened. I'm still trying to get the soda stains out of that jacket."
He laughed a bit, as she pulled him along. He liked being around her, and would for a while, until she hated him. She was just plain....fun to be around. Add in his gigantic crush, and, well, it was just plain fun to be around her.
Of course, little did HE know he was head over heels in love. Love wasn't something they taught back home, and was actaully punishable by death in ANY level of hell. But he was head over heels for her. First woman to ever know him without torturing him so she could get off. She screwed with him a bit, but in a fun way. She diddn't peel the flesh off his back and eat it.
"Heh........You really can't get me like that again, Blue."
He spoke as if he was feeling calm and collected, but his face was redder than his bangs were.