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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:00:18 GMT -5
Brady leaned into his hand and wrapped her arms around him. She really wanted to say those three little words that would probably change everything. Not wanting him to run away she muttered them in French.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:06:57 GMT -5
She said something that he didn't understand; Morph touched the corner of her mouth softly with his lips, then pulled back slightly, studying her face, still with some caution. His mind finally registered the sound of shower as he was able to concentrate on something else beside the turmoil in his mind that was slowly settling.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:12:50 GMT -5
Brady opened her eyes slowly, looking into his eyes. She managed the smallest of smiles, "You should get in." She told him quietly, meaning he should get into the shower.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:15:05 GMT -5
Morph nodded and got up reluctantly, letting go of Brady and taking his boxers off before getting in under the shower.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:22:34 GMT -5
Brady walked out of the bathroom and went into the main room. There was a knock on the door and she stared at it for a moment before she slowly walked over to it and looked through the little peephole. Seeing it was just the administrator she opened the door slightly.
"Ms. DeLuc.." He said and held up a bag, "Here are your things." Brady nodded and grabbed her bag.
"Thank you." She said and then then closed the door. She knew it was rude to just shut the door on his face, but she wasn't really in the mood to talk to him anymore. Hearing a small ringing she rummaged through the bag and grabbed her cell phone. It was her father. She just went over and sat on the couch and set her bag down on the floor and her phone on the coffee table. And watched as it continued to ring. It'd stop for a second and then ring again.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:34:17 GMT -5
Hot water helped a lot. It washed all the blood away, and Morph rinsed his mouth, still feeling the taste of it. He watched as red water ran down his feet and off into the drain hole. As usually, he had no wounds or bruises, but he still remembered the fight as he raised his hands, washing the curdled blood from under his nails. He took his time, making sure there was not a single molecule of Connor left on him after all that.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:38:23 GMT -5
After a moment or two, Brady stood up and grabbed a long t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants out of her bag and changed into them. Throwing her clothes, that had blood on them, in the garbage. She then sat back down on the couch and stared at the phone that had stopped ringing.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:42:21 GMT -5
Morph turned the shower off and stepped out, dried himself off with a towel and, morphing a pair of jeans over himself just so as not to walk around naked, considered himself ready. He threw a glance at the pile of his dirty clothes on the floor; he didn't know what to do with those, at the very least, didn't want to think about it now.
He stepped out of the bathroom, finding Brady just sitting there looking at the table.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:44:23 GMT -5
Brady looked up at Kevin, "My father called five times." She said and then looked back down at the phone.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:49:29 GMT -5
There was a small pause. She had said her father knew everything, and whatever way it was possible, she had meant it. "Did you take it?" he asked, already guessing the answer.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 8:50:44 GMT -5
"No." Brady whispered and jumped as the phone rang again.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 8:54:47 GMT -5
Morph walked over to her, taking careful steps as if he were afraid her father would hear him walking from the other side of the ocean. He sat down next to Brady and took her hand, not knowing what other support he could offer.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 9:02:56 GMT -5
The phone rang for a couple more seconds, before it stopped. She looked to Kevin and then down at their hands. Not really wanting to talk, she just sat there.
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Post by Morph on Oct 31, 2007 9:11:34 GMT -5
Kevin felt being torn into two. One part of him wanted to just walk away and not make her face him as a reminder of what had happened and what he had gotten both of them into. On the other side, it was supposed to happen sooner or later - he had simply been the one to make it happen - the situation would have occurred for Brady that way or another, and since he was there with her... he could as well be there for her.
Cautiously, not sure whether she would mind or not, he let go of her hand to be able to give her a half-hug, pulling her towards him in case she needed his closeness.
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Post by Brady Sydney on Oct 31, 2007 9:17:55 GMT -5
Brady wrapped her arms around him and burried her face into his chest. She was worn out and scared at the thought of her father and what would happen later on.
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