Draco: *raises brow* Eh? Two chapters in one day? I'm out doing myself. Anyway...I'm warning you...I may not have the Schwarz boys totally IC yet.
Disclaimer: Another Oscar Widle quote.
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"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."
Heather leaned back on a sofa, stroking the short, white hair of the head in her lap. Omi watched the sleeping madman and tried to imagine him sitting in the back of the guidance office, in search of help. Seeing how comfortable the guy seemed with Heather there, Omi figured he knew where to go if he needed counseling.
However, as gentle as she was with the boy she called Farfello, Heather was still snapping at the man from the door. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't try to control what's going on in his brain! The last thing he needs is for your stupidity to cause even more damage!"
"You do your job. I'll do mine," Crawford stated through slightly clenched teeth.
The girl growled. "This isn't my job! I don't do this because I have to! At least if it were a job I'd get paid! As often as I'm over here, I should be making some money! What the hell would you do if I had to move, huh? What would you do if I weren't so close?"
By the reaction of everyone present, Omi had a feeling this argument was a regular occurrence. The two participants glared at one another as they spat back and forth. Meanwhile, Aya sat back in a chair, staring at the ceiling, and the other redhead sat in a corner polishing something boredly. Omi sat on the floor, leaning back against Aya's knees and listening for any sound besides the bickering in front of him. Finding nothing sufficient for concentration, he resorted to his own though process.
With a sigh, he watched Heather. She seemed rather protective of the one-eyed boy, almost, dare he think, motherly. Wonder if she could treat me that was. The thought slipped by before Omi noticed, and he felt slightly embarrassed at the unvoiced concept. Still, it would be a nice feeling to be there, asleep, knowing he was safe. Perhaps the madman was lucky in that respect. It must be comforting, at least, to know you could have a moment's peace. Maybe even comforting enough to make one wish to reach for it, by any means necessary. Now what was he thinking? That this Farfello was not as crazy as everyone, but Heather of course, seemed to believe? Knowing that his comfort live right next door, the boy might just be faking the insanity for these moments of peace. With an unfeeling roommate like Crawford, Omi thought he would be willing to do that, too.
A groan, and some puppy-like whimpering, sounded from Heather's lap. Argument momentarily forgotten, she stroked her current charge's hair in an attempt to calm him. Crawford glared at her coldly, perhaps, Omi thought, he did not like being ignored. Then his eyes were caught by a sudden movement in the corner, and a chill ran over him as the redhead in the corner gave him a wicked grin, as if he was agreeing with Omi's private thought. When Aya growled, however, the boy went silently back to his previous task.
Once Farfello quieted down, Heather sighed. "Alright. It's getting late, or perhaps early at this point, and I've got an unattended party going on next door. I have to go." She glared back at Crawford one more. "Now you just leave him alone. Let him sleep, don't try to feed him pills," she then turned to the redhead, "and don't mess with him from the inside either."
Carefully, she slipped out from under the boy's head, patting him affectionately on the shoulder. Then she headed for the door. Omi and Aya followed closely behind. Without another word, they headed back to her house. Only once did Omi look back, in time to see a boy move away from one of the upstairs windows, and he uncomfortably walked closer to Aya.
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Draco: If anybody can give me some advice on writing the Schwarz boys better, that'd be appreciated. I'm thinking about making WK website adoptables...
Ryu: *giggles* You? You mean me! I make them! Heehee...! Adopt-a-Farfie!
