002 | Kobra Kid | [Video]

[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra's panting hard and wincing down at the little communicator.]

Can anyone who knows how to give stitches come to the church? I can't do it myself on account of it being my arm and also I don't have the supplies. I would kinda prefer one of the pretty doctors, if that's cool.

[He grins, but it's not totally there.]

Turns out I am not a dog person after all.

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[preytosociety]

... You really want to go back there? Even if you had the choice to go somewhere safe? Somewhere you didn't have to run?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[He shifts, nails settling to dig at his knees.] ...How much he's told you?

[preytosociety]

Enough. Helium wars, no running water, the nicest place he'd lived in a while was a gas station. He ate dog food. [Could that be-- yep. It's a very tiny smile. She'd never admit it to anyone, but she kind of hung on Kobra's every word. The words that weren't totally idiotic, at least. The smile vanishes and her expression darkens.]

... He also said you died. Both of you. Apparently it happens a lot, is that true? Who were you fighting?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Wow, wow, that is a lot of information. As she elaborate, his lips sew shut, posturing curling further down as his eyes dart elsewhere, kind of--anywhere.] No one died. He's rattled.

[preytosociety]

[He didn't seem to have a problem asking her a million and one personal questions. Double standard!]

Hey... don't-- [She reaches out to touch him, but stops herself.] You don't have to say anything. I really don't need to know. You have your reasons, and if you want to go back, then you should go back. We'll find a way. But he's going to go with you, isn't he? [A nod.] Of course he is. That's what family does.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[It's probably good she withdraws, since the look he gives her hand speaks pretty immediately of biting. Not that he'd abstain from poking or prodding at her. Double standard! Party nods tightly at her question.] Claro que si, whattayou think? That's--he is. [Why wouldn't he?

[He wipes at his lips, scowling.] What the fuck is this wallpaper?

[preytosociety]

... [Oh my god, did she just laugh? She totally did. Couldn't quite cover her mouth quickly enough.]

Not my choice. [She grins.] Come on. Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make you something to eat.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Tch. Find me a can spray paint, I'll fix it for ya. Pink. An' yellow. [Eating, eating is good, eating is great. He'll gladly follow her to the kitchen. His butt's starting to hurt anyway.]

[preytosociety]

Alright. You're on. We find spray paint, you can go nuts.

[Because anything is better than the hideous floral print. Anything. Even pink and yellow. She stands up, offering to help him up before heading to the kitchen]