They drive home, Milo turning on the radio so his brother can sing along. Sirens wail past him and he watches as they turn into a nearby neighborhood. They look at each other and Milo hits the gas, chasing after them.
(Oh! What if they have to bunk with each other?!)
(Omg….that's so effing romantic…)
Saffi heard the sirens but didn't look up. Her aunt was at work, she was alone. "This can not be happening," she muttered through sobs.
Milo tells his brother to stay in the car as he hurries out. "Hey, you okay?" He walks slowly towards the girl on the sidewalk and recognizes Saffi. He sits next to her.
She spread her fingers out a little and peeked out at him. "I'm fine," she whispered wiping off her face.
"Hey, hey. It's gonna be alright." Milo assures softly, wiping away her tears, before drawing her into a gentle hug.
"I…my…I was saving…it's ugh…" her voice trailed off and she started sobbing again.
"Easy… easy now…" he says softly, running a hand along the top of her head, combing his fingers through her hair, "Breathe…"
"I was saving money…for my sister…I..I..Everythings gone," she laid her head down on his shoulder. "I don't know what to do…"
(I feel so horrible, but yet again I don't)
(Hue… the fluffiness/ angst is real!)
He shushes her, gently rocking her back and forth, "It's gonna be okay, alright? It's going to be alright."
"And now I have nowhere to go…I'm sorry…I complain a lot," she apologized.
"You can live with me if you want." The words leave his mouth faster than he can process them.
She rubs off her face and looks at him, her whole face red from crying. "W-Wait…what did you just say?"
He takes a breath, "If you wanted, you could live with me and my little brother. My parents are on a who knows how long business trip, so we have extra rooms." He says, releasing a small pent up breath.
"You're sure?" her voice wavered with uncertainty. "I…I wouldn't want to intrude or anything."
(Could I join this?)
(If you want, don't know where you would come in though…)
He nods slowly, "Yeah." He answers, smiling softly. He stands, offering her his hand.
She takes his hand. "That's the nicest thing anyone ever done for me. Thank you."
(Name: Gabriel Robin Jones (Robin)
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight
Crush: N/A
Appearance: Ginger hair swept to the side, freckles, blue eyes. Stands at about 5'3". Usually just wears a simple red t-shirt and jeans.
Personality: Generally very fearful and shy, but loves to talk about animals and science. He's pretty self conscious about talking too much, and is very passive and submissive. He tries his best to not pick fights, but when others start them, he couldn't really fight back if he wanted to. At least not physically. He's been known to rage at people when he is weak and has less of a filter. He tries his best to help people, and loves to go out into the forest to visit with his animals.
Other: Robin has PTSD after being brought to an island against his will, his last memory before that being of a house fire which results in his fear of fire. He also has a fear of heights that doesn't seem to really have a source. His older brother, Grayson, is in a gay marriage, and Robin has been bullied about this before. He can communicate with animals, and doesn't share much personal information unless he knows for sure that he can trust the person.)
He nods, "Yeah, 'course." He gently pulls her up.
She looks back at her house and sighs. "Let's go…"
He nods, leading her to his car, "Jason, this is Saffi. She's gonna stay with us for a while, okay?" He bounces his head up and down excitedly, "Yeah okay!" He looks towards Saffi and gives her a toothy grin, "You're really pretty!"
(I really dislike parents…)
(Rip)
Saffi giggles softly. "Why thank you," she says. She looks at Milo and raises an eyebrow.
He shrugs, "He's a charmer, what can I say?" He ruffles his brothers hair before starting up the car. "First things first. We'll go to the store and get you essentials, and then we'll go to my place. Sound good?" He asks her, giving a gentle smile.
Saffi nods. "Sounds great," she replies. She smiles softly, but it's obviously forced.
