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Zenith eyes the cat warily. "And how do you know that it wasn't trained to secretly gather information on you and kill you in your sleep?" He watches the purring, half-asleep cat with sharp eyes, waiting for it to make a move.
Sylvester does not make a move.
She stood up on the case and smacked Zenith on the head. "Quit. Being. Paranoid. He's a street cat! He was just sitting there and he probably got beat up by a dog, judging from the way he flinches at every dog that barks, and the bite mark on his head. He's just hurt like us. Take us home faster." And the case sped up and she huffed. Zenith. Had pissed Evelyn off. Just a bit though. May God save the man who truly pisses off Evelyn.
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Zenith quickly follows. "I'm not being paranoid." He protests. "I'm being cautious. Better safe than sorry. I'm not saying that we kill the cat or anything, I'm just saying that we- er, you- or…. someone keeps an eye on it." He explains. "I don't know about you, but being killed by a cat is not on my top ten list of cool ways to die."
"Well it's in miiiine so shut yer trap or else I'll smack you again." She lay back and began to sing as the cat sat on her stomach and curled up. Soon enough they appeared at the apartment,and she levitated up the flights of stairs. It smelled of microwave dinners, hamburger,and cigarettes as she bumped into her door. She unlocked it with her key and went into her apartment. The cat hopped off as another cat lay on the back of her couch. Her apartment was a huge orgasm of her. Posters and tye dye hanging from the ceiling by a string and clothes pins. Her guitar floated into her room, flipped her into the bed and then sat in a corner with her 2 other guitars and the Orange amp. She had a lot of stuffed animals on her bed,and a huge boom box,along with a Pegasus tapestry on her ceiling. She changed into PJs with the door open,not caring at all.
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Zenith awkwardly follows, still keeping an eye on the cat. He blinks at the crimson-haired boy, and Zenith narrows his eyes. He doesn't make a comment on the apartment, before he met Crystal and Katsumi, he had been living on the streets.
"Do you, uh… do you want me to leave?" The question is quiet and timid. Had he made her upset? Ugh. He always finds some way to mess things up. Its like his superpower!
Well, that and his enhanced healing…
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(Sorry I gtg, it's almost midnight where I am lol. I should be on some tomorrow)
Evelyn came out and tossed her boyfriend a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. "They're the biggest clothes I've got. Or you can just sleep in your boxers . I don't really care but you ARE staying here. You've still gotta keep me safe remember?" She wore an oversized t-shirt and grey booty shorts as well. "I'm off to bed. Night." And she walked off to her room and curled up in bed.
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Zenith hesitates a moment. She said that he should go to sleep… but if he's going to protect her, he needs to be awake. Sure, he's a light sleeper- but that half a second it takes him to wake up could cost her life.
The teen sighs. She'll like get upset if he doesn't sleep, though, so… well. He could just pretend to sleep. Yeah, that should work.
So he makes his way over to a run-down couch and lays down, eyes mostly closed, to the point where any onlooker would think that they actually were. He relaxes himself so he appears to be unconscious, but in reality, he's paying attention to every miniscule detail of what's going on around him.
Which is why, three hours later, he doesn't miss the soft creak of a floor board. Still, he doesn't move a muscle, choosing instead to spend a moment gathering information.
One person, three types of knives, a pistol, and quite the stealth skill.
Then he jumps up, drawing his katana. The assassin immediately notices him, but before they can make a move, Zenith starts talking.
"Hey Ev!" He calls. "I don't suppose you invited any company over?" Its not a real question, just him trying to alert her of the situation.
(Lol sorry I love combat scenes if you want less of them just let me know and I'll stop)
"TOSS HIM OUT THE WINDOW IF YOU WAKE ME UP ONE MORE TIME I WILL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF, STUFF IF,AND PUT IT ON A PLAQUE ON THE WALL! I HAVE WORK TOMORROW! AND WE HAVE NEIGHBORS!" She stuffed her head under a pillow and tried her hardest to go back to sleep but at this point she was ready to deem it pointless without cuddles. (Go cuddle her or else she'll be mad at him for like a week)
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(Zenith has no idea that he needs to cuddle her and is way too dumb for that I'm sorry, she's just going to be mad bc I don't want to have him be OOC lol)
Zenith shrugs. The assassin attempts to attack him, but he just stabs them, and just like Evelyn asked him to, throws him out the window.
Then he mutters a few curses as he realizes that there's blood on the floor. Quietly, he attempts to find cleaning supplies so that he can get rid of it before it stains.
(got it)
Evelyn gets up, grabs some bleach and a mop,along with some rags, cleans up the place, and right before going back to bed she smacks him on the head again. She then crawled in, wrapped up,and arms around a stuffed animal she falls into an unsteady sleep.
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(Sorry, little confused about what just happened? Who's 'the guy' (the assassin? He got thrown out the window), and who's 'Ryder'?)
(WRONG ROLEPLAY OH MY GODS I'M SORRY!)
(the post before it is the right one)
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(Lol that's okay, I was just trying to figure out if I missed something)
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Zenith doesn't sleep the rest of the night- or even pretend to. He just waits, a hand on the hilt of his sword and on the handle of his pistol, eyes peeled for any threat.
No one else shows up that night.
Evelyn woke up around noon the next day, one of her friends calling her. "Cancel band practice Mary. I had a weird as fuck night. We'll practice tomorrow." She then hung up, threw her phone on the nightstand and screeched. "IF YOU DON'T GET IN HERE AND CUDDLE ME I'M NOT COOKING BREAKFAST!"
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Zenith flinches at the sudden yelling, not expecting it. It's stupid, how he gets upset over screaming, but it always just makes him think of… think of…
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he sheathes his katana and peeks into Evelyn's room. Hesitantly, he walks over towards the bed. "I- I could cook, if you want."
It's too late now. His mind's already stuck in the past, ruminating over the memories of what had been done to him. They're still trying to take him back, back to the lab, back to Marcus.
At the moment, he doesn't really want to be touched. In the past, being touched usually meant he was about to be hurt. But he does his best to shove it out of his mind, and sits down beside Evelyn. He's not scared, he's not allowed to be scared. He's fine.
He's always fine. No matter what they throw at him, no matter what they do, he's fine. He gets up every time that he's knocked down.
He's not scared, he's not hurt, he's not damaged by what's happened.
He's fine.
Curling up beside Evelyn, his heart threatens to pound out of his chest. But he's not scared. He's not. His throat is dry and his breathing is picking up, but he's not scared.
He's not allowed to be scared.
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(… yeah he's got PTSD and yelling ((when directed at him)) is one of his triggers, and so is being touched ((sometimes, that one is only really a big deal when he's upset)).)
((OH NO POOR BAAAAABY))
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(He also hates himself and thinks that he can't possibly have PTSD and that he can just get over it, so, uh… this'll be fun)
Evelyn sat up,and noticed him. Curled up afraid,and heavy breathing. She ignored her brains yelling as it geared up a mental breakdown as she got up, grabbed him a glass of water, some aspirin,and then turned on the classic music station on her stereo. She then went to the bathroom where she proceeded to cry silently and talk herself down from the fact that she is a constant fuck up who can't control herself. Today had started the worst way it could. She figured that getting out of bed after breakfast was a bad idea. So she'd send him home and then sleep the day away do then he didn't have to worry. No matter how much she woke up crying, she wanted him to be okay not her. She didn't deserve to be okay, in her eyes.
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(They're both fucked up, uh oh. ((They need therapy, like, so bad)).)
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Zenith blinks, his brain working in slow motion as he tries to figure out what's going on. She just… left? Why would she do that? Did he do something wrong?
He takes a minute to shove all of his emotions in a box before he gets up and looks for a kitchen. He can make her something to eat, assure her that it'll be okay, and then leave before he makes things worse.
Somehow, he always makes things worse.
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(Also does she have the ingredients to make pancakes bc those are his specialty. ((And yes I know that he should go to the bathroom to comfort her before cooking but Zenith isn't always the smartest)).)
((Go to her,and yes yes she does.))
Evelyn just sorta stayed in the bathroom,not wanting to embarrass herself but she could use a hug. Not that she was gonna be getting any but the worse it got,the heavier her mind got until she was just laying,curled up into a ball on the floor and crying.
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Zenith heads into the kitchen and makes some pancakes, trying to ignore his racing thoughts. Luckily, he's done it enough that he could cook these in his sleep, so his distant thoughts don't cause him to slip up.
He finishes rather quickly, and then starts looking around for Evelyn. It doesn't take him long to find her, and hesitantly, warily, he knocks on the door.
"Hey, you in there? I made you some pancakes."
Evelyn didn't say anything for a long while. "Pancakes sound nice but…I don't want any…" She sniffled as she sat up, her head swimming. "Oh too heavy…" She lay back down, feeling gravitated to the earth, her whole head telling her to not get up.
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Zenith hesitates. Hmm. Well, food typically makes him feel better, but he remembers John saying something about people healing differently.
So he tries to think of something else. Well, when she was upset before, she wanted him to talk. To assure her that it would be okay. Maybe he could do that now. She also wanted a hug, but… he's not really doing good enough to handle one of those right now.
But there is a problem with comforting her verbally- he doesn't know quite what she's upset about.
A frown tugs on his face as he tries to figure out what to do, what to say. How can he fix things? He doesn't want to make things worse, so he just needs to figure out how to properly comfort her.
He's never been very good at emotions.
But he's going to give it hs best shot. "I'm- I'm sorry I freaked on you earlier. It wasn't your fault, its just- heh, I've got some issues. And I, um, I don't think- I can't handle giving you a hug right now- sorry about that. But if you can tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help fix it?"
