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]

[Well, he better get used to it, because it's not going to stop any time soon.

She smiles back. Reluctantly!]

Maybe it just takes a little more to drill said message through your thick skull.

[goodluckkobra]

Maybe, but I think I heard it. I just don't care.

[Stupid is kind of his MO sometimes. He can try to be more careful, but he probably can't be less stupid.]

[preytosociety]

[It's a damn good thing he has a robot and a genius to back him up. And that actually got her to laugh...

Dammit. ]

Just because I'm laughing at you, doesn't mean I'm not still mad or you're not still in huge trouble.

[goodluckkobra]

You met my brother, right? I'm always in trouble, Lyds.

[Seriously, his life is a mess at the best of times and he's always running from something.]

[preytosociety]

I still can't believe you're related.

[Well, she can. They're both freaks with slightly terrifying taste in fashion. Kobra's just... a slightly quieter and mildly less annoying freak.

But she'd tolerate the seemingly-unpredictable, easily-excitable one for his sake.]

[goodluckkobra]

Oh, you'll believe it if you spend more time with us. We've always been really close.

[Poison practically raised him towards the end of his teen years. Obviously things were different back then, but it's all pretty hard to explain and he's not really sure anyone here will understand.]

[preytosociety]

Oh joy, something to look forward to.

[It's only about 60% sarcasm.]

Get that taken care of. I'll be here when you and Daneel get back. [Yes, she knows he left, too. No, she is not happy about it, but Kobra does need him more and he's a robot. That's got to count for something.] Bye.

[goodluckkobra]

Bye, Lyds. I'll make sure he gets back in one piece, too.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[You know who else will be here, Lyds? Everyone's favorite guy, Party Poison. You can admit it: he's your favorite guy. That's why you'll be so happy that, within five minutes of saying good-bye to Kobra, there'll be a knock at your door. Don't bother getting up; he's already trying to open the door. Is it locked?]

[preytosociety]

[It probably should have been locked, but the amount of trust in that house temporarily overtook common sense. How could she possibly forget about her least favourite guy?

She was sitting in the middle of her bed, clutching a pillow when she heard the knock. She has just enough time between the knock and the room invasion to adjust her skirt and frantically start wiping at her eyes in a doomed attempt at fixing her makeup. The glare isn't as effective with puffy, red eyes.]

What the hell do you want? I could have been changing or something!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Nothing I ain't seen before. [He shrugs, maybe a little oblivious. Or a lot. Hm.] Stop crying.

[preytosociety]

I somehow doubt that.

[And then he just had to go and bring up the crying. The glare intensifies and she chucks the pillow at his head.]

No! ... You can just barge into someone's room and tell them to stop crying. What the hell is wrong with you?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[She obviously has no idea that he is a master warrior with cat-like reflexes. Or enough reflexes to catch a pillow. He fluffs it with a grin, gesturing out the door.] So, this is mine now, I figure. Right?

[preytosociety]

[Wha-- hey!]

Again, no! [She slides off the edge of the bed with a huff and attempts to grab the pillow back from him] You also can't just barge into someone's life and start taking all their stuff!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

You gave it to me! [But she's obviously a hot mess, so he only plays keep-away for one good grab before relinquishing his downy conquest.] Why are you crying.

[preytosociety]

[Said the original hot mess! She hugs the pillow again when she gets it back, turning away to wipe at her eyes.]

I'm just really tired.

[Tired of wolves and idiots running off in the middle of the wolves and worrying about the idiots in the middle of the wolves.]

Why do you care?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

I'm just a caring soul. [He explains dryly. She can take her time cleaning up her face; he'll just look around her room. He tries to think about the last time he was in a girl's room--or anybody's bedroom. The memory doesn't come.] S'not the first time he's got stitched up, you get that, right? Don't fuckin cry, he's not crying.

[preytosociety]

[She'd left the room pretty much as she'd found it. Flowery wallpaper, red drapes, and a closet of clothes from whoever had lived here before. She sets the pillow down, sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. ]

It's not the stitches. It's so much more than that. You wouldn't understand and I'm not sure how sane I'd sound if I told you.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[He wanders idly into the closet, running his hands over anything within arm's reach on the way there.] More than that, huh. I hear unprofessional attachment.

[preytosociety]

[She's going to have to sterilize the entire room.]

Then you need to get your hearing checked. [Denial is not a river in Egypt, Lydia.]

It's this situation. It's the wolves. They're both out there and I'm... [She looks up with a mix of mild disdain and severe worry] ... here with you. [And she can't tell if alone would be better right now.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[That's a high laugh from inside the closet, where he's flicking the light on and off.] Sounds like you got shafted! Sorry, my b!

[preytosociety]

.... [Yep. Now this is happening. Lydia stands up silently, walks over to the closet, and closes the door. Problem solved for at least two seconds.]

I should be helping him.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Maybe she should be helping him and not trapping boys in closets! He bangs once on the door.] Are you serious? I didn't do anything!

[preytosociety]

Really? Nothing comes to mind?

[She slowly opens the closet door, peering at him.] It wasn't even locked. Calm down. You dropped that tough-guy act pretty fast.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

I don't act. [He edges up to the space she's made in the door, looking at her seriously.] What is wrong with you?