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So now Clubs was in on it and he was unlikely to forget it any time soon, Slick realized with growing annoyance. He really wished Snowman hadn't said anything about it to the little carapce. Didn't she know how dangerous that was?! Spades Slick wasn't as confident as Snowman that the smaller mobster would keep his promise. Club's had a big mouth and wasn't really known for his secret keeping abilities.
Snowman should know that as well but her ignorance about it made him wonder if she'd forgotten or simply didn't want to think too much about that little fact. Or the woman was confident that her threat would keep him from actually saying anything at all.
Who knew? All he considered was it was extremely irritating and he wasn't the least bit happy about it.
Stupid woman.
As for Clubs, what were they going to do now with him sitting around there? The mobster could just tell him to leave but Slick was paranoid about Hearts finding out. Clubs would surely tell the big burely bully everything, threats or no threats.
Hearts Boxcars seemed to have this unhealthy obsession with people kissing and that included his boss and Snowman, though he knew they both hated each other's guts.
Spades could already picture that big lug calling him up and asking "Have ya kissed er yet?!"
He shuddered.
Snowman gave him a look when she noticed this. She rose a brow at him and he could tell she was trying to figure out what he was thinking. Well, he wasn't going to tell her what was on his mind, he didn't care what kind of faces she made at him.
Back to the problem, he scolded himself.
Clubs. What to do with him? Maybe Slick should just lock the annoying little punk in his war chest until Snowman finally got her rear in gear and healed herself up enough to go back home or whatever it is she did to make herself look normal.
No way, that was a bad idea. Lord English would just bash her around again. That wasn't acceptable!
Since when do you care?
There it was again, that stupid voice that kept casting doubt on his motives.
Ugh, I don't want to go over this again, you stupid voice! You know why I care and I'm tired of arguing with you about it. The mobster was beginning to wish he could stab that obnoxious voice in his head which seemed intent on making him admit that he was having red feelings for her which wasn't true. His thoughts and emotions toward Snowman were as black as midnight. Stupid voice. Go away, you're as bad as that obnoxious troll kid who was obsessed with his stupid pairing quadrants.
Snowman was still giving him that look so he gave her one back along with his middle finger. She glared at him but he ignored her and turned his focus Clubs. Yes, putting him in the war chest sounded like a great idea.
He grabbed the little guy and very discretely led him into the bedroom. Well he would have anyway if the little fellow hadn't started protesting. This only annoyed Spades who stuffed the struggling little carapace into the chest before Snowman could interfere or ask any questions. If she made an inquiry he'd just tell her the kid escaped through the window with his Mary Poppins umbrella or something.
"Now you just stay in there until this mess it taken care of," he growled at the chest which bounced around as Clubs tried to fight his way out. "I don't need you running your mouth about this, I don't care what Snowman said. She might be confident you won't but I don't think the same."
"Slick!" came the little dersite's muffled voice. "Let me out of here! I promise I won't say a word"
But Slick ignored the other dersite and turned on his heel and went back into the other room. The discussion was over.
Snowman looked up at him when Slick returned and instantly noticed Clubs wasn't missing. "What did you do with him?" she asked. using that tone she used to give him back on Derse when she knew he was being a bad boy.
"Nothing," he snapped, defensively. "He jumped out the window."
The look she gave him made it clear she did not believe him but she didn't press it. Instead she looked away and sighed, leaning tiredly against the sofa where she'd chosen to rest. For some reason this caused a flicker of worry to appear in his chest which he immediately extinguished. No way was he going to start worrying about her, nuh uh.
"And you're not even going to chase after him?" she finally asked.
"I don't need to," he informed her. "I know where he lives."
Of course. She sighed again, though this time she winced. Slick watched her as he sat down, frowning in an annoyed fashion. She had been moving around a lot which made him wonder if she was really as hurt as she claimed.
Don't be stupid. Of course she is. You drug her in here and she bled all over the floor, don't start thinking she is faking being in pain to keep you off guard now.
Shut up! I know that! But she's got universal time and space powers, what make you think she can't heal herself quickly?
Yeah, why wasn't she healed up yet if that were true.
"How are you feeling?" he asked more to satisfy his curiosity over actually caring.
She glanced at him, her white eyes betraying a slight sense of surprise. Was he really asking her that? they seemed to be saying. "Why?" she asked him cautiously.
That irritated him. "Why? Why not?" he demanded. "You're staying here, why shouldn't I ask you how you're doing?"
"It doesn't seem like something you would really want to know about," she relied. "or care."
"Okay so I honestly don't care," he admitted with a shrug. "I still have a right to ask how you're feeling."
She sighed, knowing she should have expected this. "I am doing a bit better," she told him slowly. "But I am not healed."
"What does that even mean?" He wasn't able to comprehend that. How could she feel better but not be healed.
But she wasn't in the mood to explain anything to him. "I'm tired." she closed her eyes as if she were going to fall asleep. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
"I want to know!" he exclaimed, getting out of his chair. He stood over her, his hands on his hips. "Listen, witch, you're the universe. You have godlike powers. There's no way your freakin' carapace could be damaged for a long time! Its not logical, seeing as all you have to do is speed up time for yourself."
She looked up at him. "It's not that simple, Spades" she informed him in a condescending tone. "Yes, my body can heal up quicker than yours but it still takes some time and one day is not enough."
"I don't believe you," he folded his arms, being stubborn.
"I really don't care," she shot back. "but yelling at me like that is not going to make anything go any faster."
"Well you-" he cut himself off. What the heck was he doing now? This was getting him nowhere and making him look like a complete fool. "Let me ask you a question."
She looked at him as if saying "Go ahead" but her eyes were cold and were warning him to watch what he said. Even with that in mind he plowed on ahead with a stupid question which he knew was stupid even as he spoke. "What do you intend to do once you don't have to sponge off me anymore?"
"Excuse me?" now she was offended.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" he asked. "You came to me because Lord English beat you up. I am guessing your reason was because you want me to protect you or something which is extremely stupid and far reaching. What makes you think I would?"
Snowman didn't respond to his probing. At first she'd only come to his apartment because he was the first person who had come to mind but now she wasn't sure that was a full reason, though she didn't know yet what that was either. Slick was a jerk, no worse than a jerk, and irritating and rude and hateful and he despised everything about her, yet...
Yet he had actually took her in and allowed her to stay. Maybe it was just because he knew what would happen if he hadn't or maybe it was something else entirely. She wasn't sure and she had noticed quiet a few times he seemed a bit uncertain, as if he was questioning himself. It might have something to do with her or it might not. There was no way of telling...
Sorry guys. I'm afraid I'm going to have to discontinue this for awhile. I lack ideas and any real motivation.