NOT A MAN

      “ This kid thinks you should mind your own business. “

      He should try to be a little more gentle with the way he speaks to people when         he’s out and about just trying to enjoy himself for a few minutes, probably should         be a little less abrasive, least he want to deal with more people questioning         the liquor, or the blood, or the gun… But being called a kid set off a certain         level of irritation in him that little could quell.

      “ It’s just one margarita.  Weak too, with a poor mixer and frankly, a tequila that           tastes like shit. “

     he raises his hands in mock surrender, he doesn’t have that much investment in the life of some kid, and since he’s not supplying it--- well he can always claim he thought it was a virgin drink. ❛ and THAT is why you should always bring your own. ❜

Wrapping the burger back up, it disappeared back into his pocket, and he wiped his hand along his pants. “Nothing like a little spoiling.” He chuckled, dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his foot.

It was all going so well - the hand on his coat being a good sign - until phones came up. Inhaling through his teeth, Klaus tutted slightly. “I’m afraid I don’t actually have a phone,” a shrug, no further explanation, “otherwise I’d have given it out with my name.”

     let it be known that curt mega knows how to think on his feet, and as he wraps the leash around his hand he lets his hand rest in place for a moment. ❛ well that’s a shame. makes a late night call difficult doesn’t it ? ❜

      he might be IMPRESSED by the fact that the kid was packing down the margarita like it was nothing if the kid didn’t look like... well.. a child. couldn’t be more than maybe 15, and that’s a strong maybe. he should probably mind his own business, given it’s not his kid and he was doing something similar without the mixers at that age. ❛ you, uh... you sure you should be drinking that, kid ? ❜ he would say he’s one to talk given he has a hip flask full of whiskey on his belt, but at least he’s not underage.

Laughing, Klaus not so causally arched his back slightly, pretending to stretch. So what if it wasn’t subtle? He didn’t particularly care how obvious he was being if it got him somewhere. “That’s what makes them so good, though.” Klaus grinned.

“Nothing like the thrill of I shouldn’t be doing this to get the blood flowing, I say.” Sticking the cigarette back in his mouth, he pulled out the burger and unwrapped it - breaking off a chunk of the meat.“

”Here, before she gets so hungry she dives into my coat for it.“

     ❛ you’ll spoil her appetite. ❜ he laughs, as dakota sniffs the burger before she looks to curt for permission. ❛ go on girl, you’ve been good today. ❜ he looks from the dog back to klaus as the dog goes for the chunk of burger that is offered. he’ll have to give murphy a treat later in the name of fairness.

“Klaus,” he answered the question that hadn’t been asked, shoving the burger back into his pocket. Yeah, he was hungry, but he could eat after taking the time to get to know this guy… Eyes followed Curt as he dropped down, and he smirked around his cigarette.

And oh he was as smooth as he was handsome. Klaus raised an eyebrow, smiling down at Curt. “Is that so? Well,” exhale. “Glad to be a distraction.”

     ❛ klaus, huh ? ❜ yes there’s mischief in his voice as he takes a hold of the leash and stands back up. ❛ well i bet you’re a distraction to a lot of people, hot pants. ❜

He’d been hanging around a burger shop until he’d scrounged up the money to buy one, but upon leaving to have a smoke, Klaus found himself with a dog running at him. First instinct was it was a drug sniffing dog, and he pressed his back further into the wall he was leaning against. No point in running from those dogs - they’d tear his arm to shit if he did.

Then the owner ran over, and Klaus felt his whole body relax. Not police. Just a hot guy walking his dog. Smoke billowed from his lips as he chuckled, digging around in his coat to pull out the burger he’d just bought.

“I think she likes the smell of my lunch more than anything.”

     ❛ what can i say ? she’s got a great nose. ❜ he crouches down beside the dog and scratches behind her ears. he’d say good girl if that wouldn’t absolutely tip off that this wasn’t completely an accident. ❛ i’m curt by the way, and this ball of fur is dakota. ❜

     dakota has always had good taste. the massive black lab is thankfully not on the job for this particular walk when she tugs at the end of her leash and lets out a soft whine in the direction of the man across the street. curt doesn’t know what exactly he had that she wants, but he’s definitely handsome, and he’ll definitely take the chance. he lets the leash loosen in his hand, ❛ you know what to do girl. ❜ he murmurs before he lets her leash slip from his fingers in feigned but well practiced shock. he never would have done it if the street wasn’t empty. 

     the lab takes off in the direction of the stranger with leash trailing behind and curt hot on her heels. she doesn’t jump at the man, just sits at his feet and stares up with tongue out and gives a softly but friendly bark. ❛ dakota---------- ! i am so sorry she just got away from me---------- i think she likes you though. ❜

     curt was born on october 1st, 1989 after an utterly normal pregnancy. there was nothing special to speak of about the day save for the birth of 43 ‘miracle children’’ around the world at the same time. a fairly normal childhood with his mother raising him, curt remained closeted until he was 22. after four years of service in the army, don’t ask don’t tell was repealed, and he did not hesitate to show his pride, consequences be damned.

     it is at 23 that he is tapped by the cia for their special agent program, and put onto a short list of those to watch due to the date of his birth and the talents documented in regards to specific children born on that day. while curt never exhibited such proclivities, it still attracted the attention of a british agent by the name of owen carvour at the age of 24, born on the same fateful day under much different circumstances. the circumstances of curt’s own birth were never discussed in the three years that they remained together. owen’s particular proclivity was for electrical manipulation, and as curt became more invested in their relationship, so did his partner become increasingly abusive. a network of electric burns is carved into his back, shoulders, and the backs of his thighs from the abuse of the power.

     at 27, owen decides that there is nothing remarkable about him, nor any more use left and proceeds to fake his death, before returning later in a mask to leave curt for dead in a display that would look something akin to enhanced interrogation, and it is only by luck and extensive surgeries that he survives the attempt, unaware of owen still living.

     two years later, curt struggles with alcohol, but is in therapy, and has two service dogs, dakota and murphy. still haunted by memories of the torture he faced at the hands of owen, he is wary of the other 42 children and the capabilities they may have. 

          ❛    IT’S   NOTHING    PERSONAL———-    most    people    are    just    DISAPPOINTING.    ❜     toothy charismatic grin follows. it is so very like him to gloss over, as it usually works. ooze a bit of charm and suddenly the typical perils and pitfalls no longer apply to him. the benefits of being deemed traditionally attractive by society at large.  he can spin a diaphanous film to cast over the whole of his actions to cast off suspicion. doubt. fear. all the seemingly useless emotions that haunt the edges of his vision and thoughts in a persistent way that is often only chased off when he scalds his mouth with whatever alcohol he can find within arm’s reach.

          except it doesn’t seem to work here. a discerning eye and a history of dealing with women who have a lower tolerance for bullshit than the graves that they would not hesitate to bury him in if he stood in the way of their goals tells him that this is not the route to take. not with her. tongue traces over the back of his teeth and oh she’s familiar in a way.

          ❛    you   remind    me    of    a     friend    of    mine.    she    used    to    get    pissed    when    i    underestimated    her    too.    should    have    pegged    you    for    the    type.    exceeds    expectations    and    won’t    fall    for    an    ounce    of    bullshit.    ❜     he really should leave it there. it would be the smart thing to do, all things considered. but when has he ever left well enough alone ? he has a reputation to maintain after all.     ❛    not   gonna    lie,    it’s    pretty     hot.    ❜