Re: STUPID...PARK.

**TenderFoot** on Sat Feb 11, 2012 1:15 pm

Seriosuly? Carry the whole freakin’ bed back to your house. Nuh-uh. No way! That was like a three hour walk if Todd remembered correctly. Brows still furrowed, Todd looked down at the cot he was sitting on. “Mmh….WELL…Victor… I don’t mean to like… contradict myself or whatever,” Todd flopped a hand down on the blankets, he wasn’t sure if ‘contradict’ was the right word he was looking for, but he knew it sort of sounded like it. “But, if I’m gonna be sleeping at your house. I’m gonna be staying in the same room, right? I don’t think I’m gonna need this fold out.” The ginger pushed off from the squeaky mattress and looked back at it, chewing on his lip. “Well I mean it’s YOURS… but..” He warily glanced over his shoulder at the hunter. “Uh…well don’t worry! It will be back at your house eventually! Though I wanna just chill when we get there..for the first time.” He tried to reason, “I mean, It’d be dark by the time we try to make a second trip.”

After spending almost a year cramped inside this stupid safe house, Todd couldn’t wait to actually stay at a real house. It would be just like before, when he didn’t have to worry about a zombie cutting open his throat every nigh- well okay…maybe he STILL had to worry about that. Nonetheless, there was something about being in an actual bed on the second floor that made him feel safer.

Todd eyed the hunter with slight distain, not really looking forward to Victor bossing him around again like he used to. Although he was excited and happy to start living with the other, nothing much had changed about either of them it seemed. Todd was still a lazy, dull-toned teenager who would rather play video games all day rather than do chores. While Victor was still the grumpy-ass British golfer who wanted to bash everything in the face with his club. “Well… I’ll get it back eventually… if you’re worried about it never returning to your house… just when mm…” Todd pushed up from the bed and strode over to the other side of the room towards the microwave. “When it gets warmer n’ all that jazz.” Yes, Todd was making excuses. He was most likely never ever going to come back here to transport the stupid cot all the way back to Victor’s house. It always worked for his parents, say you’ll get to something later and eventually they’ll just forget what you were even supposed to do. Todd kinda grinned to himself as he pulled out the plug to the microwave out of the wall, Haha…old people.

He took the appliance over to the bed and laid it down on the sheets, opening the small door with a push of a button. Knowing that the turtle plush was wrapped securely in the thin blanket to his right, he picked that up and shoved it into the opening, pushing it down until it was packed tight. He figured he might as well just use the microwave as a sort of suitcase to help move all the ‘essentials’ on the first trip back to Victor’s house. The essentials included a small bundle of clothes that were piled next to the weapons locker. The teen was actually running short of things to wear and would need to make a trip to the store or charity shelter to try and snag some clothes. Running around fighting zombies and crawling in mud really did a number on the thin fabrics; half of what Todd owned for clothes were now shredded up and riddled with holes in the bottom of some dumpster. Unknowingly, Todd put a hand on top of his head and fixated his hat; if he ever lost that…oh God he would just die. While he was shoving the microwave full of goods, the strap of his assault rifle slipped from his shoulder and down to his elbow. Grumbling in irritation, Todd stood back and pulled it back up, taking the time to tighten it so it fit across his chest. He stored a couple clips of ammo within the collection of clothes; but he really doubted he would need them due to what Victor said before. Still…better safe than sorry.

With a nod, Todd shut the door to the microwave and scooped his arms under it to test its weight. It was heavy but Todd made sure not to show it, he didn’t wanna look like a bitch in front of Victor and definitely didn’t want any help carrying it over. He would be able to do it, as long as he paced himself. Letting go of the metal box, Todd turned towards the back of the room to get another possession he would never leave without; his skateboard. As he grabbed it, a smile appeared on his face, turning it over in his hands before striding up to Victor. “You wouldn’t mind carrying this for me, would you?” He gave the hunter a sheepish smile. “I got the microwave and stuff…” The teen hesitantly handed over his skateboard, biting his lip nervously as it left his grip. Oh Jesus, he better be careful with that… Todd inwardly prayed as he turned back towards the bed to grab the microwave. He could easily see the rage-filled infected snapping it over his knee easily, just like he seemed to bend those metal golf clubs of his with almost no effort. Suppressing a shiver, Todd wrapped his arms around the microwave and hefted it up with a grunt. “Well…” He adjusted the heavy object until it felt comfortable in his arms; he shot Victor a grin before walking past him and out the safe room door. A strong and cold breeze washed over the teen’s lanky form, causing him to cringe. But he held fast and started walking in the direction of Victor’s house. The sooner we start the faster we get there. The teen thought, trying to encourage himself for the long walk ahead.

RapturesSaviour on Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:48 am

Any thought that may have been going through the British hunter's mind at the moment was completely put out like a flame absolutely drenched in water. What was that the ginger boy had said? What what, 'I'm going to be staying in the same room, right?' balls, Victor couldn't stop himself from giving Todd a blank, and even surprised stare. The same room? The same room....does that mean....the same...bed? The golfer looked down for a moment in thought, eye and socket both wide. Well, he supposed if THAT was the way it was going to be, then the mattress didn't ever need to be brought back. In all honestly, he didn't even care too much about it- he just wanted to labor Todd after what he had done. That little ginger bitch, so lazy, yet so god damn complicated. Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes at how the boy mentioned it will be brought back eventually. Haha, no it wouldn't. But whatever, with what was said moments before, it didn't cross Victor's mind to give it more thought.

"YES yes Todd, you can stop making excuse." he flashed a small grin, a single eyebrow quirked as he looked back into the younger male's eyes. "I don't really CARE. I just felt the need to make you bloody WORK for your carelessness, recklessness, and for the absolutely infuriating actions you committed. But don't worry 'bout it, I changed my mind regardless..." Victor tapped at his chin with a claw, his vision wandering upwards. He was so curious to see how things were going to carry on now; probably all the same as before, but with a few little quirks here and there. After all, it's not like NOTHING changed. Sure, maybe they didn't change as individuals, but now the tension between them, the story, and the feelings all have, which could either cause everything to flip upside down, maybe for the better; or send everything to hell. Only time could tell.

Victor watched the teen struggle with himself boredly, just admiring how truly pathetic the boy was. Good god, even if he was a savage beast like he had been at one point, there was no way that he would ever pounce Todd and it would be simply out of pity. It didn't take a genius to see that Todd was weak. Maybe not that physically weak, (thought Victor had no doubt that he was,) but more mentally weak. Hell, the kid would piss himself whenever he saw a special effected; and as hilarious as it was, it was just as SAD all at the same time. Even if Todd was both mentally and physically weak, Victor had to admit that he was glad the boy never decided to off himself or something stupid like that. Ugh, that thought was something unpleasant. Just thinking if he never met the ginger before him made Victor feel almost hollow, knowing he would have been back in his dreadfully boring life without him. No, he had enough time without Todd. No more of that shit; he was with Todd now, and he'd most likely not stop being with him. Victor sighed gently, brows furrowed. He watched as Todd walked up to him while carrying his stupid skateboard that Victor oh so badly wanted to snap in half. Those stupid...toys. How does one even ride one of those...it's ridiculous. There's nothing to hold on to, and it's tiny. It could only fit like, one foot. What the hell is the point of that? That's just retarded. Todd is retarded. Haha, it fits. Maybe the ginger dumbass was made for the silly contraption. I bet it didn't even get him far, after all, how fast could it really go? Victor bet he could run just as fast.

The hunter eye'd the skateboard challengingly before looking back up to Todd. Oh god, Todd. What was it that made the boy so...tolerable? It was complicated, actually. It was almost as if Todd was so UNtolerable, that it was tolerable...augh. Victor shook his head and leaned in, wrapping his arms around said tolerable bastard.

Yes, a hug. Victor was hugging the idiot that almost ruined, yet saved his life. It felt good to do so; Victor wasn't exactly the hugging type. But right now, it felt as if it needed to be done. The boy was vulnerable, as was the man. He could feel his heart beating in his chest- ugh, disgusting. He was nervous. He was...exposed. God damnet, Victor had missed Todd so unfathomably much and it pained him because it was so hard to express these feelings without making everything awkward. Almost as fast as it had started, Victor pulled back from the hug and snagged the skateboard in his hand while doing so. There was no way he was going to look Todd in the face now; no bloody god damn way. And to prevent that from happening, he looked down, signifying for Todd to continue on with what he was planning on doing before that...horrible...action was played out. "Yeh....let's get the hell out of here..." Victor mumbled deeply, glaring at the ground as he as well, started walking. The walk back hardly seemed like anything to him, especially because the only thing in his hand was the flimsy board. As much as the golfer wanted to put Todd through more misery, he wouldn't. Not now, not after that. Fuck, what was he doing to himself. The whole way back, Victor's form was heavy. He was almost hanging himself- so full of shame and embarrassment. Whatever, it was probably worth it in the end. And the moment they had finally arrived back to the house, Victor felt as if he could finally lift his head up again. Walks always seemed to calm him down and help him forget about his troubles, even if they were caused by himself. He pushed open the door, and looked around at the mess that nigh caused him to snap for a second time. He dropped the skateboard, and entered, not daring to look back to see Todd's expression. He didn't care.

**TenderFoot** on Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:34 am

Following behind the British hunter, Todd clung to the heavy weighted microwave he was forced to carry out of the city. Soon after leaving the safe house, Victor easily over passed Todd and took the lead. He stalked ahead of the boy, not even bothering to glance back once. Meanwhile, Todd struggled to keep hold of the microwave, he had to stop about a hundred times and adjust it in his arms until he could carry it again. He knew Victor wouldn’t wait up for him, so he practically had to jog the entire time just to keep up with the hunter’s long strides. The cold wind biting at Todd’s nose had rendered it numb, and he wasn’t even aware of the snot running out of it. But it really wasn't too bad; in fact the only thing really unpleasant was the awkwardness that settled between the two males after Victor had delivered that hug. It sure came out of nowhere and took Todd by surprise. The lanky teen had stood there frozen until he had even realized that WAS a hug. It was sort of like the hug he himself had willingly given Victor when they first met in the park. Quick and jagged; both initiators had pulled back before the other even had a clue at what was happening. While they were walking back, the uncomfortable silence had given Todd a chance to think about some things he might had been overlooking. Sure Victor was grumpy as fuck and looked the part; but HE... had hugged Todd back. He did! It might have been a separate hug, about a half an hour later but still! Even after knowing that it was the teen who had trashed his house, presumed him dead, and made him carry his skateboard. The violent infected had enough decency to return a speck of affection.

Ah gad, the blanket of awkwardness that consistently seemed to hang over Todd and Victor was thick enough to smother a cow. It was so bad, Todd constantly had to keep REMINDING himself about how…FUCKING…AWKWARD it was. It just didn’t sit with him right. He was going to be living with Victor again and he sure as hell didn’t want it to be like this. Todd didn't even get it, but it probably had to do with the fact that he...sorta maybe still...KINDA... found Victor attractive. NOT that even ever admitted that before; no, the only thing Todd would ever comment to Victor about his looks was how much of an old man he was. Though he was sort of always joking about that since Victor barely even looked aged over 25. Because before... maybe…kinda…there was a little making out between the two, if you could even call it that. Fuck, the ginger didn’t even like thinking about it; he shook his head violently until he nearly stumbled over the curb. Todd referred to it as more of a sort of 'practicing' since he was so inexperienced with shit like that and had been the one to nervously ask Victor for him in the first place. Where he got to balls to do that, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. So the two were never really... 'considered' anything. Hell, they could barely go a day without arguing, let along be considered boyfriends. AHHHHH-Nono, they wouldn't even be considered FRIENDS. More like acquaintances who happened to end up stuck together after a series of unfortunate events. Now Todd had no idea how to approach anything with the older male. He thought it was odd that Victor had been strangely placid since encountering him; he thought for sure he would have at least had SOME form of punishment. But Victor could just be trying to lure him into a false sense of security so the poor teen would feel comfortable blurting out all his unrequited feelings. Then the hunter would use that opportunity to turn him down flat and reject him; Todd knew he would do it! He did! He would do anything to torture the poor kid, after all that seemed to be what he enjoyed most about having Todd stick around last year. To an onlooker, Todd might have looked a bit silly. First off, he’s a skinny ginger kid carrying a fucking microwave down the street; but apart from that, his facial expressions were changing with his thoughts. For the most part he just looked red and embarrassed, like he was followed his father who had just given him a stern talking to about why he shouldn’t feed the neighbor’s cat sharpie markers.

Todd hadn’t known how long he had walked for, but he figured once he bumped into Victor’s standing figure that they were at their destination. Muttering an apology and tightening his grip on the appliance he stumbled back and gave the hunter his space. He looked up and saw that the sky was dark and clear. The last purple ribbons of the sunset were fading and stars were beginning to twinkle near the moon. Looking over he saw that Victor had entered the house and he quickly scurried after him.

Seeing his skateboard being carelessly discarded on the floor produced a startled yelp from Todd. He started forward towards it but really couldn’t do anything since his arms were full. With an irritated huff and a glare towards Victor, Todd went up to the couch and placed down the microwave. He scooped up all of his items on the inside and tucked them under one arm, walking back and picking up the skateboard with the other. Looking around, Todd noticed that the house pretty much looked the same with how he left it when he pillaged it all those months ago. Swallowing, he didn’t dare meet Victor’s gaze and tried his best to avoid any sort of attention from him. Aw crap, his TV is still on the floor and everything, Ffuffufuf- “I’ll put that away…I just,” He was talking about the microwave left on the couch, but he was already heading up the stairs. “Wanna put these in my room first.” He didn’t wait for permission before he bolted up the rest of the length of the stairs and darted towards the right. His room. It really was his now wasn’t it. The ginger held his breath as he slowly took the sight of it in again. Some of his clothes from last year were still in the drawers, he hadn’t bothered to come back for them yet, but it was a nice knowing he didn’t have to anymore. He walked across towards the bed, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet under his sneakers. Without much care, he tossed the bundle of blankets on the bed, watching his dirty clothes and turtle plush spill out across the comforter. Todd picked up the turtle and stared at it, turning it over in his hands to make sure it was still how he last saw it. Lowering the stuffed animal, Todd warily looked over his shoulder towards the hallway door. Beyond that door and down the stairs was Victor. The teen felt his nerves start to work up again; Jesus, this needed some getting used to. Letting out a sigh, Todd put his turtle stuffie down on the bed and walked back out into the hallway, turning left and jogging down the stairs. He stopped halfway and leaned on the railing, letting his arms hang over it. “Yo, dude…” He craned his neck to try and see if Victor was in the kitchen. “You want me to help clean up tonight, or just wait till tomorrow?” Todd really hoped Victor would say tomorrow.

RapturesSaviour on Fri Mar 16, 2012 8:46 pm

The moment the ginger boy lifted his foot, only to put it on one of the steps of the staircase, Victor knew that this was going to be more frustrating than he thought. As Todd escilated the stairs, he mentioned how he would put the microwave back after he put his own stuff away. Victor snorted angrily; ugh, how typical of the teenager that was now going to stay with his for GOOD, (so he...maybe...hoped.) "DON'T, bother," the British hunter hissed in reply, gripping on to the microwave he hardly cared about anyways, and lifting it with only a miniscule amount of effort. He decided he may as well take it into the kitchen himself, spare some anger, frustration, caring. Yes...spare as much as you can, Victor. Setting the microwave in it's old spot, the golfer let out an agitated huff as he leaned over the counter with both hands set on its surface. It was going to be a long night, he knew without a second thought.

It was a minute later until Victor actually moved, when he heard Todd's...stupid...voice coming from the stairs. Being called dude immediately sparked some anger in Victor's mind, and it was a shame because he was almost too tired to say anything. He could not let himself get caught being called that once- for if he did, maybe Todd would get the rediculous idea that Victor would stop caring. "MY NAME, TODD." he huffed quickly, then decided to take into consideration, the other things that the ginger boy felt he needed to share with Victor. Hmm...when to clean up? Ohohoh. He instantly knew that Todd would want to do all the work tomorrow, but he was in for a treat. Of course he was not going to be given such kindness from such an act of ignorant destruction. There was punishment, and it was doing what Victor said, WHEN Victor said. And what was this about HELP? Blaspemy, Victor decided. "No, Todd. NO GET YOUR ARSE down here right now before I drag it down here. YOU, yes, you, are going to be doing the CLEANING YOURSELF. TONIGHT, and MAKE SURE my house is bloody SPOTLESS before ONE in the AM." The hunter grinned deviously to himself. "HEY TODD.....it will almost be as if you are my maid. And that is your punishment, even though it is HARDLY a punishment to begin with, considering you will be cleaning up your own bloody MESS. Ya TWAT. COME ON, CHOP CHOP." he clapped his hands together quickly, turning on his heel. "The faster you get to work, the faster your job is done, and the SOONER you will have all the time to do what you want for the rest of the night. DO NOT question me as to what happens if you don't do what I ask, because I assure you will not like that answer."

It was hard not to grin. I mean, it wasn't really a threat...Todd had no idea what the last bit could ahve meant! It could have meant anything, and it did mean anything. Victor didn't want him to ask, because he didn't know what he would do if Todd didn't get it done. He wouldn't kill him, and he simply couldn't kick his ginger ass out- but he would do something, and it wouldn't be nice. Besides...Todd owed him, to say the least. How bad was it really, just to get the boy to clean up his own mess? Victor put a hand to his cleft chin, stroking it gently. He could always try and put Todd in a dress.....oh....oh yes, oh. That would make everything all the more interesting. He knew Todd wouldn't tug on that line though, pff. How lame...that would take some serious convincing, and probably a lot of time. Even though now seemed to be perfectly fitting for the occasion...mmm.

Victor chuckled lowly. "OOHHH TODD you're free to put on a maid outfit if you'd like, and don't dare hesitate if it is indeed your forté." he sniggered devilishly as he reached up into one of his cupboards to grab a dainty little tea cup, after having set down a pot filled with water upon the stove. Yes, it was tea time. The best time in the entire world.

**TenderFoot** on Tue May 08, 2012 12:04 pm

Todd gaped. “W-wha? But Victor I’m so tiiired….Uurgh…” He slumped over the railing and hung his head over between his arms. Making his way down the stairs, he stood up once he hit the bottom and walked around. The teen couldn’t help but wince at Victor’s threat, and then he cringed even more when he glanced around to see the mess he had left in the living room. He knew it was only fair if he cleaned up the mess he made…but it wasn’t like he was never going to! He just had to lug that stupid microwave halfway across the city and his arms hurt, why couldn’t he just do it tomorrow…dammit. “I’m not a twat…don’t call me that, I don’t even know what that means!” Todd complained while rolling his eyes a little. He made his way over to the couch and started fixing the cushions and folding the throw blanket. Oh dammit, Victor better get off his high…British…pony, and realize I ain’t gonna be doin’ this cleaning business everyday. What else is he gonna expect! It’s my job to just lay around in my room and play video games all day! He thought, tossing the blanket on the back of the couch with a light sigh. He really did miss those days back before the zombie outbreak.

"OOHHH TODD you're free to put on a maid outfit if you'd like, and don't dare hesitate if it is indeed your forté."

The teen froze and shot up, jerking his head over his shoulder to glare at the hunter who dared say that. He could feel his face heating up to a nice cherry red color, “wh- D- Victor ho- NO! Nooo! Why would yo- WHY would you even SAY that?!” Todd threw his head back and begged the ceiling this question. Now he had the mental image in his head, oh Jesus make it stop! “No Viiiictooorrr… I don’t know how they do it in Britishland but…NO-STOoooopp..why would you say that. I am not a maaaaaid! Aarrgh!” Todd stomped into the kitchen where Victor was now preparing a cup of tea and went to the basement door, opening it and grabbing the broom he remembered was kept at the top of the stairs. He turned around and faced Victor again, who was being SMUG and sitting at his charming little table with his cute little teacup. God, he just wanted to slap that stupid teacup out of the other's hands so badly. Todd was probably getting so flustered about the dress thing because not too long ago Victor might have been serious about getting the ginger teen into one. With his face still scorching hot, Todd groaned and pulled his hat over his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the hunter. He went back into the living room to start sweeping up the parts of the broken TV, muttering. “I bet you don’t even have a maid outfit. Shut up.” Oh, how Todd longed to get this over with and hurry up to bed. “Creepy…old man…zombie thing.”

RapturesSaviour on Thu May 10, 2012 4:19 pm

As Victor sat at the table neatly, foofing at his fresh cup of hot tea, he couldn't help but meet Todd's eyes with his own. Oh man alive, his face was quite the tint of red. Before Victor could even pull the cup near his lips, he couldn't help but laugh. He swore to god he couldn't even tell if Todd had any freckles then; his face almost matched their colour. Ah, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. After all, he had already run it across his mind that he had missed the ginger teenager- but just how much, exactly.

Todd stomped out of the room and Victor almost choked on his own saliva. Christ, calm down there ye brute, don't get a heart attack over some silly little flustered face the boy makes. And finally, the tea made it's way to Victor's gently pursed lips with ease.
Fucking amazing. Then again, the first sip always is. The British hunter let out a relaxed sigh, and leaned back in his chair casually. What a day. What a horrible, amazing, strange yet familiar day. As much as he wanted to hate it, he was most certainly glad this had happened.
Only a few moments passed and Victor felt completely relaxed. Three small sips of tea, and he could tell his heart rate had already calmed into a steady 70 beats per minute. And hey, not only had that taken into a light drift, but also his mind became at ease. Why not share the enjoyment? Todd could sit down with him for a good god damn bloody five minutes.

"TODD..." Victor started, carefully swirling the tea around in his cup, "come over here and sit with me. Have some tea, would you?" He grinned to himself, and stared down at the most satisfying liquid on earth with his only eye left. What a day.