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002 | Kobra Kid | [Video]

[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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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.

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

[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?]

[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!

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

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?

[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?

[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!

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.

[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?

Edited 2012-11-10 04:46 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2012-11-10 04:54 (UTC)

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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!

.... [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.

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!

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.

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?

[The smug look melts away as his words echo Jackson's. She steps back like he'd physically hurt her.]

Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me, I'm fine. I'm--

[Her gaze drifts down and her mouth opens but no sound comes out. She wants Kobra and Daneel to be here right now.]

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

[He gives her a beat of quiet. Maybe he actually thinks before talking. (WHAT) Party huffs out a breath and stays in the closet, crouching, wrapping his arms around his knees. He still watches her intensely though.] Crazy in good company, though.

What is it?

[Lydia has no shot at tell him the truth. Explaining it properly just sounds ridiculous. She's not sure she'd even tell Kobra. Would he even believe her? Probably not.]

... A while ago, I was attacked. By ... a wolf. [Is there any possible way she can make the next part sound less insane? Her brow furrows.] It bit me. It was really bad. I ended up in the hospital and then I guess I got sick because I spent two days naked in the woods with no memory of it whatsoever. It got worse after that. I started to lose it... my friends ignored me, no one would listen, and I just kept having these-- horrible nightmares. I still have them.

[She crouches down, sitting on her heels and meeting Party's gaze.] Daneel and Kobra make me feel normal and safe. If I lost either one of them... [That was too much. She'd said way too much. There's a forced smile as she puts her guard back up.] It's just not an option, okay? That's why I was crying. That's what's wrong.

[He starts with a nod. Bit by a wolf. Okay. But the story goes on, and his eyes get incrementally wider. It's a mix of wonder and fascination, but it probably just looks like gawking. He leans forward, planting his hands on the floor, fingers flush together.] Holy shit.

Holy shit!

[That... was not the reaction she was expecting. Not even close. She eyes him warily, tilting her head and frowning.]

What? Keep in mind that if you repeat this to anyone I will have to bite your tongue off.

I--tch! Come on, who'm I gonna tell? Shut up, I swear, my lips are sealed! That's like a fuckin, uh--like a religious experience, are you for real? They find the dog? Didja go back? Where was it, are you American?

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