The Good, The Bad, and the Omlet[o]

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance scowls darkly at the sorry excuse for an omlet. Instead of being fluffy and well-cooked like in the picture, it was running with disgusting looking fluids and over-cooked. She grips her fork, and it starts to bend underneath the sheer force of her fist. Her left onxy eye twitches in annoyance and she suddenly reaches out to the isle next to her, grabbing the wrist of a waitress that was passing by. The waitress looks down in annoyance, and Temperance feels her body temperature rise in her fury.
"What in seven Hells is THIS?!" The Fire Demon demands.
The waitress raises a penciled in eyebrow and says, "Uh...and omlet?" Her tone was that of someone asking a question, and Temperance gets even angrier.
"Uh...no. This is a piece of shit. Get me a real omlet before I burn this place to the ground, woman." She mocks the waitress.
The waitress stares at her, before nodding nervously and shuffiling away after Temperance had let go of her wrist, leaving bright red marks.
Suddenly, someone sits in front of her, and Temperance locks eyes with the mystery person, left eyebrow raised, "Can I help you?"

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LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0

[No.23]

The nameless boy could see through the bottom of his blindfold that was slightly torn. His mouth was still tied up so he couldn't speak, but the way he looked was a way of telling her he wanted food. 23 didn't know you had to pay for something to put in your stomach, but the gross-looking omelet seemed pretty tasty to him. 23 was covered in a blanket a homeless man gave to him in the street wrapped around his shoulders. His hands were tied behind his pace and his collar hung the rusty chain he was dragged around with. He was just despite for a tasty snack before his father four out he escaped.

[Temperance C. Baron]

She stares at him for a moment, before her onyx eyes go soft and she slowly pushes the omlet towards him. She smelt death on him, pain and blood as well. Obviously this man has been through a lot, and Temperance did not want to frighten him. Once the omlet was in front of him, she set her hands down flat on the table to show she was not going to anything to him. She smiles softly at him, letting her kinder side show. There was no pity in her gaze, only kindness.

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LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0

[No.23]

23 could smell the omelet as the girl pushed it towards him. Maybe not all people he's seen weren't so bad. It smelled good, and he wondered why she wasn't satisfied with it. He was wondering how he could eat without any hands and it was far to hot to pick up from his mouth. Either way, 23 tried to smile through the bar in his mouth but all he could see was the dimples in his cheeks. He was grateful but wanted to stay here forever. But he knew he couldn't or his punishment would be worse than what he already gets.

[Temperance C. Baron]

She notices the bar stuck in his mouth. He would have difficulty eating with it in and his arms bound. She slowly stood up and said in a calm and bright voice, "May I take off these...garments so you can eat?" She gestured to the belts around his body, preventing any movement from his upper body and to the metal bar in his mouth. Whoever had done this was horrible and twisted, and Temperance felt white-hot fury rush through her, yet she managed to choke it down and cover it all up so she wouldn't startle the boy.

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LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0

[No.23]

23's whole body jerked and his head turned towards here. That perked up his entire mood. The belts he wore have been strapped around his body for three years. His arms binded like this more most of his too. They were basically purple. He nodded his head after ten seconds when she asked him the question. 23's became short of hearing after one to many hits in the head.

[Temperance C. Baron]

She gets up and walks to his side of the table. She reaches over calmly and unlaches the belts, freeing his arms. She puts them on the table. She slowly reaches up, trying to read his face, and slowly takes out the bar that barracaded his mouth. She slowly puts it down, not caring if she got his spit on her hands. She would wipe them off on her baggy grey sweatfhirt anyway. She picked up a fork from her side-which was slightly bented from her fury earlier- and places it in front of him. "You use that fork to eat. You might want to blow on it first, it is probably too hot. Take it slow now, honey, I don't want you to get an upset stomach. If you want anything else, do not hesitate to ask." She says kindly, with a soft smile. She goes back to her seat and sits down gently.

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LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0

[No.23]

(sorry for the late reply! Packing!)

The freedom that went through 23's body was something new to him. His shoulders ad arms cracked and it felt nice since he's hardly ever moved his arms in the past three years. His tongue was dry and so was the rest of his mouth and lips which he licked to get the moisture back. His hands were numb from being binded up for so long so it would take a while for them to get from purple to a pale colour that his skin was. His arms were small and a little boney too. But so was the rest of his body. His blinding was still on but he room it off with his hands once he got feeling back into them. He squinted his eyes fromthe light in the cafe that he wasn't used to yet, but when he was able to adjust to the light his eyes were exposed after so long. They were an beautiful ocean blue, eyes that stood out from the rest of his body. 23 looked around him, exited to see new things he's never seen before. Than he layer his eyes on the girl. Her eyes were as gentle as his seemed to be. 23 smiled, but with his mouth closed. He didn't have as many teeth as he did before and his mouth must have been a wreck. "T-thank you." he rasped, a sensation in his throat arising. "Thank you." he said again, but more clearly. His voice sounded so different from when he last heard his at thirteen.

[Temperance C. Baron]

((It's okay, and I'm too lazy to use that template, so please excuse if it doesn't look as good as usual))

Her breath hitches when he uncovers his ocean-blue eyes, but she is quick to cover it up with a smile, "You are welcome. Would you like some water?" She gestures to her own glass of purified crystal clear water. She pushes back some of her thick black hair behind her right ear then brings her hand down to connect with the other one, intertwining her slender and calloused fingers together. She eyes his purpleish arms worriedly, Should I take him to a doctor? ...the doctors might frighten him though. This boy looks like he went through Hell and back. She thought to herself.

[No.23]

"Yes please~" he replied shortly after. For a boy strapped up for so long his manners are amazing. He's always been told to have manners with him at all times. Even when his father sells him off to be tortured. When some crazed person asks of he wants leftover scraps or old cheese he's always be polite about it, even though he couldn't speak. Be grateful for what you've got, right? 23 finally picked up his silver fork and broke off a piece of the omelet and spiked it with the fork. His mouth was watering from the heat rising in front of him. 23 finally put the omelet in his mouth and his eyes eased shut. It's been awhile since 23's received a hot meal. This omelet was amazing! Why didn't she like it?

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance smiles and says, "I can see that you are wondering why I would deny that omlet. I have gotten plenty of food in my life. Enough that I could be picky. I must seem very ill-mannered...denying something someone else worked hard to make..." She wasn't that surprised by his manners, but she was surprised that he didn't just scarf it down like most hungry people would. He must be taking her words into heart.
"So...could you tell me your name? Oh, silly me, where are my manners? I am Temperance Cassandra Baron." She chuckles lightly, her smile broadening.

[No.23]

23's emotions saddened a little in jealousy. He couldn't remember his true name. 23 what he's known by and nothing else. Even to himself. He swallowed the omlet and took a bite of the next price he had on his fork. After he finished that peice he swallowed and answered. "23." the young boy took another piece of his omelet and chewed it slowly, his eyes darting to the floor next to him. 23 slowly looked back at her and blinked slowly. "That's what dad calls me. Everyone else makes names up."

[Temperance C. Baron]

She notices his discomfort and she says quickly, "I am sorry if I offended you..." She suddenly looks unsure of herself, and she bites her bottom lip nervously. She was never the best with traumatized people, "W-would it be okay if I asked you...why your name is a number? And why would your father of all people..." She trails off, not wanting to invoke any negative emotion in the boy.

[No.23]

23 shook his head quickly. "No I'm not offended. Just jealous..." he took another bite of his omelet and finished the rest of quick so he could talk. "Mom ran away with some person and dad got sad and strarted drinking a lot." 23 hasn't talked for so long his grammar was a bit off. "He started to hurt me a lot to take his mad out. Once a week he drives me to auctions and he sells me for a day so other mad people can hurt me too." 23's right hand shook a little as it rested on the table. "23 was my number at auctions so that's what they call me. I don't even remember my name."

[Temperance C. Baron]

Her gorgeous onyx eyes go wide as 23 tells his story, and she finds it hard to keep that smile on her face, so she replaces it with a tiny frown, "I am sure you don't want my pity, but I must say I am sorry for everything you have been through...you know, I'm going to be staying in this town quite a while, and since you live here too...we could hang you. I could...take you away from them, if you want." She offers, her frown replaced by a soft smile.