#txruto

//fuCK ALL THE SHIT UP!

txruto said: SHDFKJSHFKJHSF O MFG

                 Shit, she was crying. He didn’t know how to handle it. Most likely, she would                  be even more upset if he told her what her dad had said to him. Which                  reminded him       he still had to ask her that. The one thing that had been                  bothering him since the confrontation with the bastard man that family still                  called father, &. he would finally have the chance to ask her that. He knew that                  Pudding’s father was the last person he’d believe, but he just preferred to give                  them both the benefit of the doubt until he found her. Taruto was about to nod his                  head in response to her, but the sudden havoc of glass shattering &. people                  babblering in the distance made his senses come aware of the place.

                 With a displeased growl, he reacted to the sudden fight between two drunks                  at the outside of a tavern ; there was also the unbearable smell of smoke &.                  drink in the air, the mixture of sounds of the muffled music coming from                  somewhere, the laughter &. the conversation of people around them. How he                  despised that kind of space. Quickly, he pulled his hood back up, eyes narrowing                  the ambient with an angry frown. How did she manage to stay in this place for                  more than five seconds     what would she be doing in a place like this anyway ?

                 ❛ Ugh… Okay. But not here. Fuck, this place is gross. It’s starting to make my                  head hurt. Those people here are also nauseating. Please, get us the hell                  out of here. Please. ❜ by the tone of his voice, one could say that he was                  practically begging her. This was far from being the kind of place he was used                  to go, &. one he avoided to the maximum. However, if he didn’t come to trepass                  that neighborhood, he never would have found Pudding to begin with. For that,                  he was thankful. How in the world would they have such a serious dialogue in                  a place so N O I S Y ? Not counting the fact that if he was spotted, that would                  cause him a bit of trouble. Not that those drunks were worth of any worry, indeed.

                 He didn’t care where he’d take her as long as it was at least a bit better than                  their current localization. Pudding had better take him away quick, before                  Taruto destroyed everything himself.  ❛ You know how much I hate this kind                    of place, right, sweet ? ❜ his eyes turned back to her, almost as like a puppy                  asking its owner for something. Peace &. quiet. That’s what he needed.

               The shattering of glass caused her to JUMP, but                only just slightly -- she was far too used to the                rambunctiousness of the neighborhoods in these                parts (if rambunctious was even the appropriate                word for the damn place). Drunks fighting, people                arguing, gun shots, breaking glass, loud swearing;                she was numb to ALL of it. Had she really been                there so long that such things wouldn’t ever bother                her? When she first wound up in such places, well                they bothered the hell out of her, but after she’d                been in them for so long... It was all just a part of                her LIFE now.

                           “ Alright, alright-- Follow me... We can go to my                               place. ”

               Not that she thought it would any BETTER; but at                least in her apartment they could have some sort                of privacy to talk. What a conversation that will be.                She needed to hear the rest of his story, but she                couldn’t help but feel SICK TO HER STOMACH                about the thought of explaining things on her end to                him.

                                             It most definitely wouldn’t go well.

               Grabbing a hold of his hand, Purin lead Taruto away                from that hell-hole to an entirely DIFFERENT hell-                hole. Her hell-hole. The place was the best around,                the CLEANEST (if anyone would believe such a                thing), and for once it was actually QUIET. Good.

               She locked the door behind them, blocking out what                little noise came from downstairs, and she plopped                down on the stuffing-falling-out-and-springs-poking-                out-but-still-decent couch that sat near the middle                of the room. Time to get talking...

                           “ Hey -- Taru-Taru! Over here! ”

               Purin started waving her arms wildly over her head,                attempting to get the alien’s attention; she had been                waiting for close to an HOUR by the fountain, where                they decided to meet up at, and just when she had                thought he wasn’t going to show -- there he was!

oie sobrinha <3

chxiaroscuro: tu sumiu ehm .-.

sumi