Faded.

          Cue the defense mechanism. “Did I ask you for help?”

A slight apologetic bow of the head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." How desperate are you, Kirie?

          Her head’s spinning - shit. She’s not going to the hospital again. Not again.

Someone looks like she's having a hard time. "Excuse me - are you alright?" Trying to pick up girls again - classic.

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                    Pallid lips were pulled into a firm grimace, hands latched together and resting within her lap. She was simply in a foul mood and by no means wanted anything to do with socializing, though perhaps leaving her sanctuary wasn’t such a good idea. A sigh slipped between her lips. All she had to do was keep the attention away from her. But who would even ignore a woman who was sitting ever so casually in a tree? Nice one, Rose. You didn’t think this through.

His eyes caught sight of extraordinarily long auburn hair, flickering with the slight fall breeze and wafting around a pale, slim frame. For a moment, it felt as if his breath simply ceased, as if he didn't need to breathe as he focused in on the golden eyes. He couldn't help but stare.

                               In all honesty, he had never encountered such an occurrence before, so the thought of helping him was one thing, he didn’t know how he would be helpful. He panicked, flailing his arms around and looked sideways, hoping to get help himself for this man. “I uhh — ummm — ” And the other was showing signs of wanting to collapse. Nikolai held him tight by his shoulders, not wanting him to fall “Aah! No uhh… Rest for a while I’ll get you something to drink okay?” He gently pushed the male so his back was leaning against the wooden bench, and with that, he stoof onto his feet and scurried away to find a vending machine. Or the convenient store — which ever would help him get a bottle of water. 

His conscious was fading - shit. He had to get home. He had work to do. But this damn migraine was blinding him, wildly resounding through his skull. He didn't resist when the younger boy set him against the bench; in fact, he had hardly even noticed that his body was being shifted. He let out a pathetic groan and rotted away on the bench.

"—I guarantee your escape. Here. Drink some water—dehydration will only serve as a disadvantage.” A pause. “Are you hurt anywhere? Bruises, cuts, anything—?”

life doesn’t get easier, we just grow stronger

                               ”I’m not — ” Initially he wanted to repeat what being said before to the man sitting next to him since he looked as if he didn’t pay any attention to Nikolai’s whining — and the ballerina never liked being mistaken as a girl (in reality though, he gets the female roles in his recitals). But when hands firmly grabbed him by his thin shoulder, the boy let out a squeak-like gasp, surprised with the sudden contact. “Don’t touch — ” And again, his words was basically cut off with the male nearly passing out and Nikolai having to grab onto his arms to prevent him from falling. “Hey! Are you okay?” He panicked. Dear God, there’s a stranger and he’s passing out. What would a helpless boy like him do? 

He must have appeared so pathetic - actually, the fact that he was thinking about that may have made him even more so. Having to ask for help had always been a difficult task for him, even with small things. Unless, of course, he was addressing a servant, which was really commanding rather than asking. The slim figure's voice - or at least that's where he thought it was coming from - was blurring. "I..." Was he fine? He couldn't even tell at this point. 

"—Potentially the person you’ll owe big time after I bust you out here. Of course, if you keep it down — I understand your anger, sir, I really do. But if you want to see the light of day again and fulfill whatever you hope to do, just lower your tone to a whisper and try not to proceed on with any harmful acts you may want to commit on me. Of course, I can’t control you — it’s just a matter of whether or not you want to get out of here.” With one final movement, the thick material coiled onto the floor and her body rose, hands shoving themselves in pockets as legs traveled towards the door, glancing at this man only from the corner of grey optics. “…—have you made a decision?”

He glared up at her, He knew he had to trust her - or at least pretend to. His gaze wandered over her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised about how unwavering and stoic they appeared. Closing his eyes and steadily balancing himself on his feet, he let out a small sigh. "Get me out of here."

    — ☠✖] After days, weeks, perhaps months of walking, it halted and stood still like a statue, responding to its environment. Could it be resting?

Blink blink. He had seen some pretty strange things in his life, but nothing nearly as abstract as this. "Oh dear. Might you be a corpse? An art piece? An android? Certainly not human."

Slender fingers stretched out to gently tug on the knot of the cloth limiting this person’s vision. Painted lips parted to release a sigh. “…—hey. You ready to get the hell outta here?”

He wouldn't even try to hide his feelings. "Who the Hell are you?"

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"I know enough about curiosity to avoid the danger it brings." What’s with the familiarity and the name? "Do I know you? Because I don’t remember giving you the permission to address me with such a title." Grey hues swept over the man again. The scent was too familiar. And dangerous. What is her nose trying to tell her?

"Oh." A gentle smile crept across his face. How fake was it? "I apologize - does the title make you feel uncomfortable? I suppose I should have been more polite with a fine lady like yourself." Obviously trying to seduce women again, since they're sometimes willing to pay more.