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"If ya ain't careful, imma come and slap it for ya"

Axel hummed, inked digits fumbling with each other as he had been bouncing his knee up and down in somewhat agitation, or frustration.

Of course he felt at least a little bit guilty for dropping the issue like he had, but in his heart he couldn’t leave the girl there. Leoric had his house already full and coming from similar backgrounds as she did it tugged at his hear strings. His arm wrapped around the girl’s shoulder protectively keeping her behind his legs, no matter how transfixed her gaze was on the bowl of cereal. She was starving.

“Yes.” the vampire said carefully eyeing the boy in front of him. Granted if he didn’t want her staying here he wouldn’t keep her, perhaps let her sleep in the restaurant or something, he had a couch in his office, but all his worries were put to rest when Caleb agreed. Though the last question had teh vampire blush, look down on the floor while his hand rubbed the hairs at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that...” The girl tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him with big eyes clearly still too self conscious to speak or not being able to at all, he still had to figure that one out. “What is it, princess?” Her eyes darted towards the bowl on the kitchen island and he understood. “Sure...but first we need to wash you.” he breathed glancing over at Cal giving him a grateful look and a silent promise they could talk about this later.

“Okay...” Caleb didn’t know how to feel. Obviously the girl needed a home and he didn’t know her circumstances, but Caleb also was aware of how having children seemed to complicate things. On top of that, he felt like the girl was more for Cornel than for them together. Caleb could understand, wanting to fill the hole for what was lost, but he also understood that that often times wasn’t the way to deal with these things. He just watched Cornel take her away to wash her off. Too many questions and thoughts swirling in his head.

“Because you act like one, Rey.” Ben countered, “You think you can just come in with your laser sword and save the day and that’s just not it. Do you not think that anything i don’t tell you is for your own safety? What should I do? Tell you every bit of classified information I have so you can run off and get yourself killed? I can’t - No I won’t lose you too.” By the time the Senator had finished his rant, there were tears in his eyes. He’d stood up from his desk and looked at Rey with desperation. She was all he had left right now. 

Alaric couldn't deal with the voices that plagued him right now, having just the one person rage at him was enough - Though rules, were rules. Even if the other part had made him feel nauseous as fuck.

'What an irritating little, fucking idiot. It's a shame he doesn't know...'

His mind came alive once again, the struggle to focus on multiple interests had Alaric's skin perspiring already before he finally broke his silence, deflecting the voice that manifested within. "I'm sorry - But I'm only abiding by the rules. I'm just doing my job and from what I deal with on a daily basis, trespassing on private property is breaking the law, and as for the incident on which we found inside?..." Alaric shook his head, large hand running down his exhausted face.

"That's an explanation for another time. For now? We're gonna have to take you in and I'll question this incident further"

The police had handcuffed the man, and directed him to the station in town. Alaric really couldn't piece it all together, he knew this guy wouldn't of been the sort to at least get his hands bloody, or involve himself in anything malicious, but the fact that this had been sudden, was tugging at him, deep down. Yet all he could hear was the venomous laughter that had infested his head again before he took off downtown. Solitude never seemed to be a fucking ball ache.

“I am not broken,” Phasma replied, well aware of the pilot’s sass. “The First Order is perfection.”