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]

[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?

[preytosociety]

[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.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[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?

[preytosociety]

[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.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[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!

[preytosociety]

[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.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

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?

[preytosociety]

[He thinks it's cool?! ... Okay, she can definitely see the family resemblance now.]

Yes, I'm for real. Yes, they found him. [Technically he found her.] Going back was unavoidable. The lacrosse field outside my school, and yes. American. I'm from California.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Seriously?! Where? When? [He eases the closet door open a little farther. He's officially hooked.] Waiwait, lacrosse field--how old are you?

[preytosociety]

Seriously. Beacon Hills. And you're asking when because you and Kobra are from the horrible, showerless future, right? 2012.

[She moves a bit closer, sitting on the floor instead of crouching, and smooths her skirt over her legs. Normally, she would have punched someone in the throat for asking so many personal questions... but there was something about these excitable man-children that was begrudgingly endearing.]

I'm 18. This happened last year.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[An amused squeak as he settles back on his ass, elbows hooked again around his knees, head ducked between his shoulders.] Yer a fuckin baby! Christ!

What happened to the dog?

[preytosociety]

And yet, I'm more mature than you and your brother combined. Age is just a number.

[She looks distant for a moment. What did happen to Peter?] ... He got away. He's in the woods somewhere.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Pfft! Age is just a number, kinda like IQ. Smarts is one thing; mature is another. [xqz u] You oughta get on that when you get back. Finding it, I mean.

[preytosociety]

Said the hyperactive thirteen-year-old in a grown man's body currently sitting in my closet.

... Why would I want to find it? And who says I'm going back?