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

[No.23]

23 didn't let go of her even when they both fell. The connection he had with Tenprance was almost motherly to him. He quickly grew attatchment to her. "I want to leave..." he quivered,his face buried in her neck. "I want to be safe.." he was still crying a little, seeming as the boy wouldn't never nature to his true age since hes lived in a mad world for far to long.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance nods, stroking his hair again, "Then I'll take you somewhere safe." She coughs slightly, voice still hoarse, and she slowly lifts herself up, trying to ignore the pain that shoots thorugh her. She holds him up and smiles softly at him, then she takes his hand, her's warm and soft and small compared to his. She squeezes gently in a form of encouragement, and she starts to lead him away from the man in the sand.

[No.23]

23 started to slowly walk with her, looking back once more at his passed out father. He gave him a glare before looking forward, not looking back anymore. He realized his chest was bare and he didn't want that, but his blanket sunk. They came across a group of people off in the distance from them, having a little party. They had clothing hung up on a tree and 23 decided to grab a sweater, not caring if it was stealing. He wanted a shirt. He took a warm sweater an tossed it on, running a little further so they didn't see him. He chucked a little, finding it kinda funny.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance watches as 23 steals some poor guy's...pink sweatshirt, and she giggles, before busting out laughing. She points at 23's new shirt, and manages to bark out between gruff laughter, "I-it's....so...PINK!" She laughs again, tears leaking from her eyes. This was so not helping her condition. She takes his hand again and turns left, heading towards the forest on the edge of town. She glances at him, stiffiling giggles, "My home is in the middle of the forest. It's the only place I can...trash without being aressted." 'Trash' meaning burning things in a fit of fury, or just taking down trees because she was bored.

[No.23]

23's cheeks turned pink when he realized the sweater was pink. He shrugged and walked next to her, not really caring. It was warm and that's all he wanted. But it was incredibly oversized. Looked cute on him. "Ive been with people who lived on the forest before." he said, shuddering a little.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Her gorgeous onyx eyes darken a bit as she understands and she says in a low voice, "It won't be like that there...It's actually quite bright if I do say so myself!" Her voice is happier at the end. She takes in his apperance again, staring at him. A faint blush comes to her cheeks, and she quickly turns away, whispering to herself, "K-kawaii*..."

[*Kawaii means 'cute']

[No.23]

23 looked at the ground, gripping tighter to her hand as the walked into the forest. At the moment it was dark, something he was a little afraid of. He leaned onto her and hugged her arm, hiding half of his face. His many hits in the head have given him a child-like attitude, being afraid of the dark is one of them, but he was a fraud of a lit of things in general. "Whn are we getting there~" be asked.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance smiles down at him, blush still gracing her high cheekbones. "Soon, hon." She says soothingly.
In about five more minuets of Temperance leading 23 deeper and deeper into the forest, they came across a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a large house, and the light shines down on it invitingly. Temperance smiles and gestures with the arm 23 wasn't holding onto to the house, "Home sweet home." She walks to it, taking 23 with her. They two have to step over some burnt objects that were imbedded into the ground. She smiles meekly at him, "I'm a pretty deep sleeper, so that is all so I could hear someone coming. The melted metal is hollow, and with someone ran into it, it make a Hell of a lot of noise~!" She explained, before opening the red door to the finely made house. She gestures to the doorway and says, "After you."

[No.23]

No.23 looked at the house in amazement, somewhat ignoring what she said about the metal in the ground or something. As he walked in the house and his was turned around to get a good view of the inside. "I like your house." he complimented, his arms folded over his chest, his hands hidden under the link sweater. His arms flopped down to his side and he waited for her to come in.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance was about to walk inside, before her paranoid habit came surfaced. She did a 360, glancing around with suspicious eyes. She goes still and listens to the sounds around her, her nose already sniffing the air. She scents and hears nothing. Slowly, she relaxes and follows him inside, closing the door carefully. She smiles at him like it never happened and walked further into the house. She gestures to a roomy....room, "The living room, I can sleep here while you sleep in my room."

[No.23]

"No, I'll sleep here." he protested kindly. "It's your bed. Not mine." No.23 was cuelly taught to always sleep on the couch or outside. He was told to never feel welcome and to make himself take the lower half of an invite. It's always been like that. 23 looked at the couch and walked up to it, sitting down happily. The couch was conferable, so he really didn't mind sleeping here even though a bed sounded amazing~

[Temperance C. Baron]

A hand lands on 23's shoulder, and if he looked up he would see a smiling Temperance, "It's not like...then here. You're a honnored guest, and I beg that you sleep in my bed. I've slept on the couch many times before, I'm used to it!" She beams at him.

[No.23]

The way she stressed that to them made him jump a little. She was serious! He'd actually sleep in a bed! "Okay..." he replied a little shyly, but really extremely happy. "Where is it?" he asked, starting to get a little eager. He smiled a little bigger than before.
(shoort -__-)

[Temperance C. Baron]

((Haha it's cool ^.^))

Temperance smiles hugely at him and gestures for him to follow her. She leads 23 down at strange hallway. The reason why it was strange? There were scourch marks everywhere, as if someone took a flamethrower to it. Temperance didn't even react to it, not even a single glance. She walked down the hallway and turned left, opening a door to a surprisinly clean room free of scourch marks. She points to a large king-sized bed with a dark red color scheme, "Here ya' are~!"

[No.23]

23 almost gasped in astonishment. "Wow." he mouthed out. He walked up to her bedside, looking at it for a while. Than he spin backwards on his heals and let himself fall on it, landing on his back and practically sinking into the sheets. He closed his eyes and gripped onto the soft covered. If he could sleep in this every night... "You sleep in this every night?" he asked, feeling like he's in heaven.