After another nap and a hurried breakfast of frosted flakes - the strange sweetness had brought tears of emotion to Roy's eyes - they were out of the house. Roy, because they had no other clothes, was forced to go out and find some new ones. Maes led Roy to the clothes shop that he had broken into, pointing out the window he had smashed and accidentally killed the owner with the flying glass shards. All the time that they went, he never let go of Roy's paw.
Roy was quite nervous about going out, which was perfectly understandable for someone who had gone through so much, and instinctively clung tightly to Maes. Those that they encountered all stared, and ended up walking away with a broken foot. After helping Roy through the window, he finally let go of his hand, gesturing around at all of the clothes. "Pick whatever you want." Maes smiled. He wasn't concerned about what they looked like, so long as they fit.
"This would look cute on you." Maes grinned, holding up a pink dress with numerous frills, ribbons and bells. Roy raised an eyebrow, snorting softly. "No thank you." The homunculus made a pained sound, but suggested no other clothes. He got an admonishing slap on the head when he tried to peer into the changing rooms as Roy tried on various items of clothing - the dress Maes had picked out went ignored - and he behaved after that. Though he did throw some 'adorable' remarks at him as he got changed.
They shoved their new clothes into some bags and set off into the street again. The food that Maes had grabbed, though incredibly sugary and full of energy, was not exactly healthy. Nor would it last long, with Roy's new-found sweet tooth. "Maes ..." Roy said slowly, as they climbed through the back window of a fruit and veg store. "I ... remember having a house. I think I know where it is, too." Maes glanced up from the apples he was hurriedly shoving into a small plastic bag. "How would we get in?" Roy paused bfore answering, "Call a lock smith."
They didn't bother to go back to the home they had broken into. Instead, after grabbing more food, Roy led the way to what he hoped was his home. He stared around at the oddly familiar streets, with houses that struck memories lined up on either side of the road. "Just along here." He said slowly, nodding up ahead of himself. Along the way, Maes had been collecting whatever coins he could find so that they could afford a phone call. He had stolen a phone book from a shop, too.
Roy pushed the gate of a house open, stepping up the front door and peering through the window curiously. "Yeah - this one. I can see my gloves." Maes didn't ask what he meant, instead turned silently, wandering back down the street to where he had spotted a phone box. He cleaned off the coins, counting them up quickly before slamming the phone book again the wall, resting the phone on the crook of his neck as he dialed. These things were so complicated.
After a while he came back to Roy, with a rather frightened man in tow. "Fix it." He snapped, shoving him in the direction of the door. The man glanced briefly at Roy, but kept his gaze averted as he worked on the door. Roy blinked curiously at Maes, noting the odd change in personality, but relaxed as Maes gave him a smile. Couldn't spare no pity for the humans. Only way to get what he wanted was to be direct with them, and scare the living crap out of them - something Maes was good at.
The man worked faster than he had ever in his life, and was done in what seemed like mere seconds before running away from those freaks. Maes noted the look thrown at them, and remembered the man's face and his name on his little tag on his jacket. He wouldn't live to see his next birthday, that was for sure. Maes wasn't terribly forgiving, especially not now. Roy was his only priority, and he had to protect him. He had grown incredibly attached to him in such a short little time. But he couldn't help it - there was something about him that just drew Maes to him.
Roy must have noticed the homunculus staring at him, and so coughed, stepping through the now-open door. Maes offered him a small smile, following through. It was a nice enough place, albeit a little dusty. The homunculus took an instant liking to it, simply because it was Roy. It smelt like him, spoke about his ways and habits, and just felt like Roy. Like he was holding him in his arms.
Speaking of which ... Maes glanced around, spotting his Kitten inspecting inside of one of the cupboards on the wall. With a smile, he wandered over, sliding his arms around Roy from behind. "You okay, Kitten?" He asked softly, smile widening as a loud purr rumbled from the cat, leaning back into Maes' embrace. "Perfect," he murmured in reply, turning his head to nuzzle at the other's bearded chin. He had never felt so content and happy before, because he knew that he was safe, and nothing could get him.
Maes sighed happily, kissing Roy's forehead gently. After a while he pulled away to peer inside each of the cupboards and various other things, grinning slightly. "Well, at least we won't have to go shopping any time soon. What, was you expecting the end of the world or something?" He raised his eyebrows playfully at Roy, and Roy found himself grinning back in answer. Maes makes him happy, and he can't believe he had never found him before. Even if it was a terrible situation that had brought them together.
