I Know Pride Month Was Four Days Ago But... (1 on 1) (Closed)

"I'm a runaway, they can't identify me if I don't have a code,"

"Well duh," he said, making it a face. "How'd you get rid of it? Will they come after me now? Do they know that I know?"

He shook his head, "They won't come for you, they don't know. They can't track me sooo…."

"Is that supposed to be reassuring? That's not very reassuring," Alistair said. He hollowed out his cheek and then headed into the kitchen. "Want anything to eat?"

Darren was starving, "Uh, sure,"

Alistair rifled through his kitchen, annoyed he'd have to give Darren one of his rations for the week but he could miss a meal, it'd be fine. He took out a ration pack from the cupboard and warmed it in the microwave. "Do you mind? The bread is a bit stale and the soup… isn't really soup, but it's better than nothing."

Darren shrugged, "I haven't eaten in awhile so anything is better than nothing,"

"By 'in awhile', you mean how long?" He asked, rifling throughout the kitchen and setting up another ration pack for him, himself to eat.

"A very long time," He laughed, "I'm not dead so, I'm fine,"

"Yeah but that's anything but healthy. Here, have two ration packs, you need them more than I need any," he offered.

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( RESURRECTION )

(Sorry. I’ve been all over. My brother was in the hospital and yeah….)

"Yeah but that's anything but healthy. Here, have two ration packs, you need them more than I need any," he offered.

“Thank you but those are your. You need them, they’re all you have,” Darren eyed the rations.

(Sorry. I’ve been all over. My brother was in the hospital and yeah….)

(Ahh, that sucks. What happened?)

Alistair shrugged. "I can live without a meal or two. You need them more than me." Then he smirked, noticing Darren looking at the rations. "Besides, you want them anyway. I can see it."

(He has autism and he had an episode and got hurt really bad)

(He has autism and he had an episode and got hurt really bad)

(Oooh. I'm so sorry to hear that. Hope his injuries get better.)

“I can’t expect you to give up meals for a stranger,” Darren’s eyes snapped away from the food.

(Thank you. He has stitches in his head and leg and a concussion but he’s doing much better)

"Take the damn food and stop making a fuss," he said as the mircowave finished its run, beeping three times before Alistair finally opened it and took out the pack.

Darren sighed, “Fine,” he suffered a bit when the smell reached his nose.

He removed plastic cover and got out a spoon before setting the rations and the utensil on the small dining table in between the kitchen and living room area. Then he got to work on his own food, expecting Darren to sit and eat.

Darren sat down and looked at the food, this wasn't something anyone had ever been so willing to do for him. He ate slowly like it was a trick.

Alistair came to the table some few minutes later and sat down with his food, beginning to eat in silence at a moderate pace. Suddenly he paused, glancing at Darren. "I want more explanation."

Darren's eating stopped midchew. "What?"

"I want more explanation," he repeated. "None of this makes sense. The Gov's been controlling my whole entire life? How do they even determine that? I… I don't get it."

Darren shrugged, his food almost gone, “That’s what I’m trying to find out,”

"So you're just wandering about the sectors? How have you not been caught yet?" he asked.

“I’m super sneaky,” he winked.

Alistair made an unimpressed face, snorting. "I'm going to be very honest with you, you look like the most suspicious person on the street. Like who walks outside without an umbrella with their hood up, wandering the streets? Like the shadiest thing ever, I'm surprised you have been caught by a Monitor yet."