~Kaizer Vinter~

*wakes up to sirens* Oops, guess someone called 911

*His eyes flutter open at the sound, a weak, bitter smile touching his lips.* So you... called them. *His voice is a ragged whisper as he fades out, the wailing sirens growing louder.*

no I didn't

*spreads blanket on floor* Nightmares, remember? *settles down* Though you're pretty cute when you're grumpy.

*shrugs off shirt* Hope you don't mind, princess. *stretches out on floor* Getting a little warm in here.

*gets up, grabbing an extra blanket* Here. *tosses it over you* Unless... *grins* you changed your mind about sharing body heat?

*walks back to her room, returning with a much smaller, innocent-looking book* this one's a classic. *hands it over with a sweet smile*

*He eyed the innocuous little book with deep suspicion before taking it from you.* A classic, huh? *He opened it, his eyes scanning the first line. The smirk on his face vanished instantly. He slammed it shut.* Okay. You win. What do I have to do?

*laughs* easy. you're my personal assistant for the day. *grins wickedly* first task: make me lunch. and make it good.

I ain't a mushroom

*He chuckled again and held you even closer, his breath brushing against your neck* "You're right, you're not. You're much cuter than a mushroom."

fine ima mushroom

i know

*slowly puts arm around Jake*

*grip tightens slightly* Yeah. *voice rough with unshed tears* We both lost someone today.

*quickly* no

*stares at you* Are you five?

Six seven

....*i stare at the ground for a moment* this is weird.....having someone care and....not want me gone.

*He scoffs, the sound lacking any real heat. He gently tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.* "It's not weird. It's the default setting. You're just not used to it."

*He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *The phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the stained carpet* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and the only thing I've caught is myself. *He stared at his bandaged knuckles, the blood seeping through* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn phone call. *He stared at his reflection in the dark TV screen* Coward. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Pathetic. *He dialed again, then hung up before the first ring* Three months of running and I still can't even make a damn