But why? he found himself quietly questioning his arrival, just as he stepped through the door of the newest home he acquired only several months back.
A little stupid, isn't it?.. he heard himself continue with, draping the strap of the backpack he wore from the shoulder it slouched upon, and tossed aside to the nearby wall. He had already kicked his shoes off just outside upon the landing. That much out of the way, it paved way for him to traipse amongst the still, quiet setting with a sense of peace.
Never forget to remove the shoes..
Wandering, for what must have felt like an eternity bundled within but a second or two; wrapped like a pickle within bacon upon the skillet, he considered plausible excuses for the reappearance. If, at any place, that one.
"Lingering hope, kid?" Called a voice, slicing away the stale air and startling the tall Ravenlock from his daze. "Ain't here," It concluded, before appearing that of a small ferret arriving from the kitchen. The very direction Alex was only inches from entering.
The lavender haired titan lowered his gaze, first to the sound of the voice, and then that to of which it belonged. Rodrigo had been taking care of the place? He had thought long ago the animal returned back to his home. After all, no master was present to account (or in certain cases, take responsibility) for his actions. Startled? Most certainly. Especially since at no point, nor at any time, did he even sense the presence of something else other than himself within the home. The ferret was regarded with a lifted brow, playing the shock off nonchalantly. Even if but for a moment.
The ferret snorted, whiskers frilly as he moved off in the direction of the wall, and for the main living room. The slow, barely manageable walk signified a deepening cyclone of despair. For the rodent, at least. "Don't worry," It reassured. "It's part of what I can do."
Vaguely lit emeralds, haven't yet to flush the color within the darkness of the pupil, narrowed in both concern and further masquerade against the shock that was underlining. Yet to truly be seen. "I wasn't going to say a word," Alex managed between parted lips, but a whisper upon the chilly air.
Rodrigo bounded up upon and onto the frame of the nearby window sill. As though a cat in a much too small form, he began to grow comfort in his position, awaiting the masters return. Not a word, barely a squeak would he voice or otherwise sound off. A complete reversal from his previous antics.
Alex had to be sure no strings were waiting for him to trip over. Nor pots waiting to clamber and fall, denting a once again pretty face. He was still certain to move on after the small one, disregarding his previous hopes of lounging. Or what he's already made up the excuse of lounging. "So what's the deal?" A fearful question, boad as it was. Yet Alex found his urgings playing against his desire to run. Like that small voice in his mind was screaming for him to do. It wasn't time to split. Especially since even he had been hiding from the vast world. For some time, no less.
Though there came no response. The small creature insisted on staring out of the window, with the small oval head of his perched neatly against the pane of glass. The beady eyes could be noted darting to-and-fro, watching as each passing drip-drip of the small shower that began outside heave from the heavens above, and sink within the earth below.
A quiet sniff embarked upon a journey of echoing within the silence, culling the runny nose within its place. It wasn't typical of the altered human to possess a sickness. He'd entirely exclaim with detail that it was the chilly weather battering the frame-of-choice. "Well, you don't say," He retorted with to the silence. The little that it'd wind up doing, at least.
If there was one thing he couldn't stand while within the presence of another, it was precisely that.
Of course, Alex knew Rodrigo was both wishing he was home, and entirely upset that Aka was still unaccounted for. The little that he has done in hopes of searching, finding, or coming across any medium was, by the furthest stretch, the only thing he could think of doing. No matter the brute strength, or undeniable sarcasm - it wouldn't find the girl.
"I'm sorry, alright? I get that I'm the biggest screw up this side of the planet. If I could fix it, I would." He followed-up with. It was a shaky response that he found himself bitterly announcing to, of all things, a rodent. Sure, that was crazy all in itself. But for some reason, spouting it out aloud as he did to Rodrigo helped him realize that, in the truth of things, that's exactly what he was. Bash Jade in all day and night about her reaction to a situation - it wouldn't magically even compare within a certain reason to what he's done. Or been doing. Or god only knows what else could fit within there as 'fact'.
Rodrigo's beady blackness turned only before his head did, towards the Ravenlock. Slowly, steadily, upwards to the ceiling that Rodrigo swore the man reached to. Like a giant, stupid ape. "That's a start," He exclaimed, dryly yet full of flavor, before returning to look out the window sill. The guy was being serious, and Rodrigo had no reason to deny it. That in itself also seemed to be a temporary medicine.
Until the next round of silence kicked in.
The next round was much longer than the first. Even the faint shuffles of clothing from the big one, or tiny squeaks and chirps from the rodent were absent. It was only to herald in the vast uncomfortable presences that loomed like the worst possible storm clouds imagined overhead. Both of them equally swore on that.
A ruffle of fur, and the rise of a tail meant the tiny on was going to attempt. To reach out? "I left it on the table," he stated plainly. No look, no judgment. No reaction to what he considered the only reason why the tall one found means of coming around. If only for a small bit.
Rodrigo was regarded by Alex with another lift of the brow. That much was lost on him for several long moments. Turning his attention away from the rodent, and to the kitchen, he slipped off to see what the comment was about. Surely enough, located upon the table along with what appeared like a completely drenched piece of parchment was the very necklace that he requested be left behind.
The very thing he spouted in heated anger and angst. Coiling a finger about the chain, he pulled it up into his grasp, observing the still glistening sapphire stone as though it were a window. To what even he couldn't fathom. "Just like?" he uttered quietly, the final bit of words lost to mere movements of his lips. Drawing his attention up, hopeful words escaped him, and towards the rodent. "Has she been here at all?" He called out, defiance present despite the hopelessness that clenched his insides to the point of suffocation.
"That's a negative, boss," Rodridgo said, appearing from just beyond the curve of the hall to the kitchen. Quick as ever, he made his way up onto the table that Alex stood before, observing the soaked letter. "And this thing hasn't dried since I found it several weeks ago. Dunno what it said," he continued, lowering to the parchment to nudge it with the tip of his tiny nose.
A vague glance was made to the paper that Rodrigo indicated, before returning his attention back to the necklace. It was drawn up to the light, being inspected further for any damage that might have been done to it. He was perfectly following trend with further shock at the fact that it appeared perfectly kept. "Probably from Lain. Trash the hell out of it for me, eh?" He stated, fingers coiling about the stone itself before he moved to set the necklace within the pocket of his coat. It was within that same instant that he started for the hall, so to make way for the stairs. "Pack your things," He stated, before disappearing up the flight.
Rodrigo watched as Alex made off, blinking only a single time as he glanced down the length of his figure. "?what the hell do I have to pack?"
A little stupid, isn't it?.. he heard himself continue with, draping the strap of the backpack he wore from the shoulder it slouched upon, and tossed aside to the nearby wall. He had already kicked his shoes off just outside upon the landing. That much out of the way, it paved way for him to traipse amongst the still, quiet setting with a sense of peace.
Never forget to remove the shoes..
Wandering, for what must have felt like an eternity bundled within but a second or two; wrapped like a pickle within bacon upon the skillet, he considered plausible excuses for the reappearance. If, at any place, that one.
"Lingering hope, kid?" Called a voice, slicing away the stale air and startling the tall Ravenlock from his daze. "Ain't here," It concluded, before appearing that of a small ferret arriving from the kitchen. The very direction Alex was only inches from entering.
The lavender haired titan lowered his gaze, first to the sound of the voice, and then that to of which it belonged. Rodrigo had been taking care of the place? He had thought long ago the animal returned back to his home. After all, no master was present to account (or in certain cases, take responsibility) for his actions. Startled? Most certainly. Especially since at no point, nor at any time, did he even sense the presence of something else other than himself within the home. The ferret was regarded with a lifted brow, playing the shock off nonchalantly. Even if but for a moment.
The ferret snorted, whiskers frilly as he moved off in the direction of the wall, and for the main living room. The slow, barely manageable walk signified a deepening cyclone of despair. For the rodent, at least. "Don't worry," It reassured. "It's part of what I can do."
Vaguely lit emeralds, haven't yet to flush the color within the darkness of the pupil, narrowed in both concern and further masquerade against the shock that was underlining. Yet to truly be seen. "I wasn't going to say a word," Alex managed between parted lips, but a whisper upon the chilly air.
Rodrigo bounded up upon and onto the frame of the nearby window sill. As though a cat in a much too small form, he began to grow comfort in his position, awaiting the masters return. Not a word, barely a squeak would he voice or otherwise sound off. A complete reversal from his previous antics.
Alex had to be sure no strings were waiting for him to trip over. Nor pots waiting to clamber and fall, denting a once again pretty face. He was still certain to move on after the small one, disregarding his previous hopes of lounging. Or what he's already made up the excuse of lounging. "So what's the deal?" A fearful question, boad as it was. Yet Alex found his urgings playing against his desire to run. Like that small voice in his mind was screaming for him to do. It wasn't time to split. Especially since even he had been hiding from the vast world. For some time, no less.
Though there came no response. The small creature insisted on staring out of the window, with the small oval head of his perched neatly against the pane of glass. The beady eyes could be noted darting to-and-fro, watching as each passing drip-drip of the small shower that began outside heave from the heavens above, and sink within the earth below.
A quiet sniff embarked upon a journey of echoing within the silence, culling the runny nose within its place. It wasn't typical of the altered human to possess a sickness. He'd entirely exclaim with detail that it was the chilly weather battering the frame-of-choice. "Well, you don't say," He retorted with to the silence. The little that it'd wind up doing, at least.
If there was one thing he couldn't stand while within the presence of another, it was precisely that.
Of course, Alex knew Rodrigo was both wishing he was home, and entirely upset that Aka was still unaccounted for. The little that he has done in hopes of searching, finding, or coming across any medium was, by the furthest stretch, the only thing he could think of doing. No matter the brute strength, or undeniable sarcasm - it wouldn't find the girl.
"I'm sorry, alright? I get that I'm the biggest screw up this side of the planet. If I could fix it, I would." He followed-up with. It was a shaky response that he found himself bitterly announcing to, of all things, a rodent. Sure, that was crazy all in itself. But for some reason, spouting it out aloud as he did to Rodrigo helped him realize that, in the truth of things, that's exactly what he was. Bash Jade in all day and night about her reaction to a situation - it wouldn't magically even compare within a certain reason to what he's done. Or been doing. Or god only knows what else could fit within there as 'fact'.
Rodrigo's beady blackness turned only before his head did, towards the Ravenlock. Slowly, steadily, upwards to the ceiling that Rodrigo swore the man reached to. Like a giant, stupid ape. "That's a start," He exclaimed, dryly yet full of flavor, before returning to look out the window sill. The guy was being serious, and Rodrigo had no reason to deny it. That in itself also seemed to be a temporary medicine.
Until the next round of silence kicked in.
The next round was much longer than the first. Even the faint shuffles of clothing from the big one, or tiny squeaks and chirps from the rodent were absent. It was only to herald in the vast uncomfortable presences that loomed like the worst possible storm clouds imagined overhead. Both of them equally swore on that.
A ruffle of fur, and the rise of a tail meant the tiny on was going to attempt. To reach out? "I left it on the table," he stated plainly. No look, no judgment. No reaction to what he considered the only reason why the tall one found means of coming around. If only for a small bit.
Rodrigo was regarded by Alex with another lift of the brow. That much was lost on him for several long moments. Turning his attention away from the rodent, and to the kitchen, he slipped off to see what the comment was about. Surely enough, located upon the table along with what appeared like a completely drenched piece of parchment was the very necklace that he requested be left behind.
The very thing he spouted in heated anger and angst. Coiling a finger about the chain, he pulled it up into his grasp, observing the still glistening sapphire stone as though it were a window. To what even he couldn't fathom. "Just like?" he uttered quietly, the final bit of words lost to mere movements of his lips. Drawing his attention up, hopeful words escaped him, and towards the rodent. "Has she been here at all?" He called out, defiance present despite the hopelessness that clenched his insides to the point of suffocation.
"That's a negative, boss," Rodridgo said, appearing from just beyond the curve of the hall to the kitchen. Quick as ever, he made his way up onto the table that Alex stood before, observing the soaked letter. "And this thing hasn't dried since I found it several weeks ago. Dunno what it said," he continued, lowering to the parchment to nudge it with the tip of his tiny nose.
A vague glance was made to the paper that Rodrigo indicated, before returning his attention back to the necklace. It was drawn up to the light, being inspected further for any damage that might have been done to it. He was perfectly following trend with further shock at the fact that it appeared perfectly kept. "Probably from Lain. Trash the hell out of it for me, eh?" He stated, fingers coiling about the stone itself before he moved to set the necklace within the pocket of his coat. It was within that same instant that he started for the hall, so to make way for the stairs. "Pack your things," He stated, before disappearing up the flight.
Rodrigo watched as Alex made off, blinking only a single time as he glanced down the length of his figure. "?what the hell do I have to pack?"