#lindoboy

    misha’s obnoxious laugh echoes throughout the grimy investigation room . he wipes a tear away , his jaw throbbing with dull pain -- he wasn’t much of a laugher -- as he tried to collect himself . “ hoo boy ! i knew you cops were nothing but a bunch of idiots , but this takes the cake ! how old are you , twelve !? you heroes must be really fucking desperate if you’re recruiting kids ! ”

     another sleepless night, rocking back && forth in turmoil. no longer can he even attempt to blend into society. not when tasks as simple as grocery shopping set off his paranoia. murkoff agents or assassins could LIE IN WAIT at every corner, even behind the smile of a cashier. even so, he prefers being in the public eye as opposed to solitude. when he surrounds himself with people, the likelihood of an assault drops. after all, who’d want to cause a spectacle && bring attention?

     that was why he came here to this eatery, A SMALL TREAT for managing to not die. good job, me. a pat on the back. miles sinks his index finger into his glass of water, spinning spinning spinning. it looked the way he felt — spiraling out of control. a metaphor for his entire life ever since he stepped foot in that damn asylum. static fizzes behind his myringa, && its vibrations shake his entire body. the nanobots beneath his skin screech, echo, repeat. they want to be free to roam again.

     miles inhales a gulp of air, raising a half-hearted hand at an approaching waiter. surely he could order off the menu; the menu he was currently unable to concentrate on due to the background noise within his cranium. he looked like hell, PROBABLY SOUNDED IT TOO, but first impressions on strangers would be lost. looking “normal” was hard the moment dr. trager amputated two of his fingers.

               ❛  OF COURSE THEY DO !   they do more than cluck when they’re happy , too . ❜

              he thinks them to be  SMART BIRDS ,  really .  well mannered for the most part ,  after morning comes and they are fed and tended to .  they don’t cause much of a fuss with the others when they wander outside of their coop ,  either .  HE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE ,  BEING IN ALEX’S POSITION   — -   oscar hadn’t thought much of them the first time he’d arrived here to stay with his aunt . 

              he picks up one of the smaller hens , ever gentle .  she flaps her wings once , twice .  oscar holds her close enough to his shoulder that she can move and perch .  immediately does she peck at his hair , preening .   he doesn’t mind .  he’s come to  APPRECIATE  the company just as much as he appreciates having alex here to help out . 

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            ❛ you know what ?  for some reason i just don’t  BELIEVE  YOU . ❜

            he’s another kid to add to the list  :  a wannabe  hunter with too much time on his hands and not enough sense in his head .  rushing in ,  thinking he can handle things .  be a savior .  WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS ?  no one important ,  roman thinks .  no one worth the time of day or the effort .  yet irritation runs quick in the span of a second              congratulations boy ,  you’ve wandered into the wolf’s den . what happens now ?