Prayer of the Refugee

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Chapter oo10

"You know wot? Fine, I'll take the bloody tour," he conceded; there wasn't much reason for him not to, although he wasn't looking forward to being gawked at.

She clapped her hands together, "Excellent. Will you be wanting to shower and change first, I'd hope new clothes were among the supplies you chose." She certainly hope her would want to bathe, she wasn't sure she could stand that smell for too long. Or at least didn't want to.

He cut his eyes at her, but didn't say a thing, simply got up and grabbed a change of clothes from the somewhat random pile of junk in the corner. It was the only thing that gave the room any sort of personality at all. When he disappeared behind the bathroom door, Natalya gave a relieve sigh, happy to be away from him. She put the food tray outside the door and proceeded to lay down on his bed, hiking up her shirt just so. She'd done things like this enough times now, that she didn't even have to think about it, and with her body, she had never had to try to hard.

People were dumbfounded about why she was with Michael since he was so… average, but it was because her tactics had never worked on him, because he was the only person who her looks didn't effect, even if it was only because his mutation essentially made him blind. The world to him was more what it was to a snake, but she hadn't known that when she fell for him. Not that it made her love him any less.

If anything, she pitied him for what she would see as a great loss. Proving he was a better person than herself, he assured her it was more of an asset in the over all.

She didn't believe her could be happy to have essentially lost the world.

Toad wasn't thinking about anything at all particular while he roughly washed his hair. His biggest ponderence was over the fact that they had had a soap in stock that he could even fricking use.

His thought, however, did soon start to change course. What was she doing now? He doubted she had left the room. Rifling through the things he'd picked out so she could see if she could get some ideas on how to charm him? No, that would have been too obvious, she'd check the supply list if she really wanted to know.

He got out an fumbled with his new clothes; a long-sleeved shirt, a pull-over, blue jeans, much less than what he was accustomed to wearing, but his options were limited, and he would naturally need to change clothes again eventually.

When he was satisfied, he exited, hands immediately disappearing into his pockets. Although they came right back out when he realized he needed to lean on things to limp across the room. Yes, she was still there, laying on his bed with the extent of her midriff exposed. After seeing her naked, he already considered himself acquainted with her body. She was a beautiful woman, that was undeniable.

"Your staring," she sat up slowly, smirking at him slightly.

"Jist wonderin' why your on my bed when you got one o yer own."

"Oh, is that it." She smiled knowingly, did she really think he was that easy? Or maybe she just thought he was hard up and wouldn't notice how obvious this all was. Well… okay… he was rather hard up, it'd been a good long while since he'd had a girl. Okay, so he had never had a girl.

But he wasn't stupid for Christ's sake.

Then again… he could easily play the part. So she was human, yeah, but if he was ever going to get to sleep with someone… she was not really all that unappealing of a choice, and if she thought that would nail him as switching sides… She might just go for it.

If nothing else it'd be an amusing go-around.

"So are you ready."

"Whenever you are, pet," he said, motioning to the door.

She eyed his cast. "You know, if you wanted to, we could just get you a wheelch-"

He shook his head, "Dun need it."

Were his eyes always glaring? Was it a permanent state for him? She should have known he would take it as an insult. "It was only a suggestion. I am trying to make your life easier, not insult you. You have nothing to prove about your strength you know."

No reply. She was getting used to that; how he chose to answer only what he wanted. "Then come with me."

Did it make her a bad person to have wanted so badly to push him down the stairs just so they could get a move on? He probably would have lived.

"And this is the mess hall, it is sort of like a mall food court, but… we do not have the benefit of a Pizza Hut." That wasn't the first joke she'd attempted so far, but it was one more he hadn't laughed at, or even smiled. His presence was getting to be so vexing, not even she could hold such a secure scowl for so long. She wouldn't admit her jokes sucked, but then again she probably didn't realize. Men had a tendency to find any joke hilarious if told by a woman, and women usually laughed out of courtesy.

It didn't really matter anyway, Toad wasn't listening to a thing she said. A game room, an arcade, the living area, the common room, nothing of interest.

"Fine, how about I show you the garage. If nothing else you should take well to TecH despite yourself."

That he had heard, and in spite of himself, he visibly perked up.

"Ah, should have just taken you there first I guess," she grinned, "This way."

Some overly mechanized military vehicles, a jet, the extra copter, a wall lined with random gear for navigation and tracking, a few of TecH's unfinished projects, the random half gutted scrap he'd commandeered parts from (a few, she noticed, without permission), and a few thing's he'd been enlisted to fix. Certainly nothing she found interesting.

"They're gonna need a home run to even have a chance at this game…"

She had to roll her eyes at how obnoxiously lout he had that radio again. "Here, TecH's in here, you should like him even if you hate everyone else in this place." He followed her into a dimly lit side room, and he almost smiled at the sight of the wires, monitors, and glowing panels around him. A kid was at the very end of the room with a coffee maker in his lap, tinkering with the interior.

Natalya turned his radio off, and he immediately whipped around, ready to chew out whoever did it. He stopped when he saw it was her. The kid couldn't have been more than seventeen.

"You will get over missing the game, I am sure. I brought you someone who can make a radio out of a microwave, a coffee maker, and a speaker."

So he'd used more than that, he wasn't going to correct her.

"Really?" TecH looked to him, glasses reflecting the bluish glow of the monitors, "How well did it work."

"We're here ain't we, kid?"

"Well that's inarguable, however, it doesn't mean your radio was very good."

Again Natalya rolled her eyes, but presently, the terrorist and the seventeen year old were locked in a staring contest.

"Ya ain't very smart, are ya kid. Ya shouldn't pick fight's with guys who're stronger than you."

"I'm not picking a fight, I just suggested that your work might be shotty. Of course, with limited materials-" Toad snatched the coffee maker from him and just about as fast as he had grabbed it, he plugged it in and showed that it was working.

Natalya clapped TecH on the shoulder, "You may have competition, I'm pretty sure he just fixed that in under three seconds."

TecH adjusted his glasses, "Not like I didn't already do most of the work."

"Give me yer hardest job then."

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