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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 14, 2009 23:43:26 GMT -5
A bad day at work, who knew so many things could go wrong in one goddamn day? He was walking to what he was now calling home, the metal shop where Francois lived. He was hoping to calm down on the walk but it was to no use.
People got in his way, shoving, talking loudly, it was just pissing him off even more. Dark mohogany eyes narrowed, a grim frown painted on his lips with something permanent. Let see, first he had a new chemical that he had been working on and almost perfected stolen while he was out of the room because the other man that was in there couldn't defend it or himself for that matter, which led to him getting chewed out by the ambassador for the first time that morning. Then, while working on something else, someone had the nerve to call him away while trying to make a different new chemical to be used on the battle field blew up in his face when he got back because he had lost count with what he had been adding. After strangling that guy and getting chewed out again for the second time that day he decided it was time to go out, big mistake there....
Now he was headed home, almost there, recapping had only made things worse. "Fucking asshole..." He gripped slamming the door behind him as he entered the shop. Not even bothering to say 'Hey, I'm home' or anything like he usually would at the end of the work day. "Goddamn ignorant...." He threw his coat onto a chair and his hat down on top of it. Yea, he threw his hat.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 14, 2009 23:52:29 GMT -5
Francois had been working all day in his shop, and when the door came open the sledgehammer paused. He groaned as he stood upright, and he set the metal into the cooling bucket, setting his sledgehammer down on the bench. When Red came home work was usually done, because he enjoyed being with the other man rather than his work. And that was truly saying something.
"Rouge, mon amour, what's the matter?" He wiped sweat from his forehead, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears to get it out of his face. His lover looked awfully upset about something. Cracking his back slightly and picking up a rag nearby he wiped his face and neck clear of the beads of perspiration he had missed previously.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 15, 2009 20:32:25 GMT -5
Red didn't say anything, he hadn't came home angry in god knew how long, it was just a sign that things were getting back in order. However Paulie had never really been so concerned when the Spaniard had been pissed off about something. Paulie had always just rode it out by minding his own business allowing the ex-bull fighter to calm himself down. "I'm fan-fucking-tastic." He snapped at the smaller Frenchman. If it would have been possible, one would have seen steam rolling out from his ears.
He didn't stop walking either, not to greet Francois or to talk with him, not for anything. A nice shower maybe would do the trick. No, he need to go work out or some, a physical activity, that had always worked.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 15, 2009 21:18:32 GMT -5
Francois, who had never met the other side of Red, just blinked and watched him walk off. What had got him wound so tightly? Tugging his heavy working gloves off and set them on his anvil, following after his lover. Being the softhearted person he was, he was concerned. He didn't know this was a normal part of life with Red. It's not like they really talked about themselves...or anything much he realized.
"Mon amour...can I do anything?" Heck, he didn't like seeing Red so worked up. He wondered if he should just let the guy cool off a bit...
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 20, 2009 18:40:08 GMT -5
Red growled lowly, hoping that it would ward the other off. A fierce glare being shot from over his shoulder. His mind was made up, he didn't want to be talked to, dealt with. He wanted, no more than that, the Spaniard needed to be alone. He needed to calm down, away from things and people that would knowingly only piss him off more. Though he said nothing, he did like the attention on a normal basis, but no, not at times like these.
Shedding his black turtle neck as he entered the room exposing his torso, a losing his belt as he made his way to the bathroom. He was demanding a shower, talk would come later.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 20, 2009 19:04:33 GMT -5
"Rouge mon amour?" He'd been growled at? I mean hell...what had he done? Huffing faintly, yet still concerned for Red, he followed him, Ah the obliviousness of caring for someone. Stupidly he reached out and touched Red, fingers not tugging or even gripping, just touching. "What's the matter?" The man was seemingly ignoring him, that probably should have been his first clue.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 20, 2009 19:29:44 GMT -5
Mind still racing over things from previously happenings in the day he noticed something out of the ordinary. A touch, a feeling of contact on his own person, and snap. That was something that didn't belong and he for one was going to remove it personally. Flinging his arm around, hand balling into a fist as he did so he struck the smaller Frenchman. Then recoil, it was too late, what had been done was now over with.
Mahogany eyes taking on their normal size and look, he was astonished, mouth agap. "Fr.....Francois..." He stumbled over his words, not knowing how to appologise or just where to begin for that matter.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 20, 2009 19:39:10 GMT -5
Stumbling backward the small Frenchman covered his nose, from which blood was gushing. He left the room, unable to make a coherent statement. He got himself to the sink, where he turned on the water and gasped finally as he wiped it. It was definitely broken. Tears spilled from his eyes as he tenderly touched the slightly crooked nose. He hadn't even seen red's arm move. He would have ducked it if it wasn't for his fucking missing eye.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 21, 2009 16:14:40 GMT -5
The Spaniard was hot on his heels. "Fran.....Francois!" He pleaded, oh boy was this bad, he felt so horrible. He stopped a few feet away from the smaller Frenchman. He didn't dare get any closer, he wanted to, oh God he wanted so badly to go hug and tend to him but knowing it was his fault kept his feet where they were. "Francois, I.....I'm so sorry." Red knew he was probably on the worlds most hated list now. A step turned into another and he found himself pressed against the other maculin arms wrapping carefully around the red head. "You shouldn't forgive me, I don't want you to, amor, I'm sorry." Leaving would have been smart but no, he wouldn't do that to him.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 21, 2009 16:19:33 GMT -5
"Gebboff." He managed, shrugging to try and dislodge the other man. He grit his teeth and forced his nose straight, making him weak in the knees from pain. "Fudb. Fudbin bidth." He managed, his nose severely compromising his language skills. He pulled away from Red finally, leaning against the counter as he opened the drawer, took out a towel, got into the freezer and got some ice. Fuck did that hurt, and the tears blinding him didn't help. Goddammit. His entire body flinched as he placed the makeshift cold pack on his face, sliding down to a crouch with a groan.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 21, 2009 16:37:11 GMT -5
He just stood there, shoulders slumped. He didn't bother him again. Going back into the room and snagging his shirt, putting it on as he was making his way out of the shop. A now sad frown was painted onto his lips, his eyes having a tinge to them. He didn't bother with his coat nor his hat. Finding a smaller voice he appologised again not looking to him. "I'm....I'm just going to go, okay...." He nodded to himself as if to answer his own question. "..yea...." His own reply was smaller than before. And he left, it was rather chilly out side but that wasn't going to hit him yet. He went to the park, it was where Red always found some form of tranquility in his worst times of sorrow. He wasn't going to go back, not after that, punishment was in order, that was agreed mentally.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 21, 2009 16:50:15 GMT -5
As he heard the door close behind Red he began to cry, sobbing as he rested his head against the edge of the fridge, his body slowly slumping against the floor. He hadn't wanted him to leave, he'd just been in a lot of pain. He should have left him alone. Fuck he was so stupid. His legs were tight to his chest, and the redhead looked ridiculously like a little kid. After a little while he took the ice off, his face numb and the tears all but dried up. Shakily he got to his feet and went to the bathroom, flicking on the light to see the damage. Blinking slowly he looked at the bloodied swollen nose. "Mon dieu, I look like my father." He moaned, looking away from the mirror and to the sink.
It took him an hour to get cleaned up, and for the swelling to go down some. He had to find Red, especially once he found the man's jacket. Not knowing where to look he hit the streets, and eventually the park. People along the way had asked him if he was alright, and he'd assured them he was fine. He knew how bad the bruising looked. Heck, almost looked like two black eyes by the time he'd left. Eventually he shrugged Red's jacket on, cold himself, and snuggled into it, sitting on a park bench because he was cold and miserable. "I'm so stupid." He muttered, tugging the others mans jacket close, careful of his nose.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 21, 2009 17:15:26 GMT -5
Red was laying on a bench in the park, go figure, it was a big park. The chill was nipping at his skin through his turtle neck, his skin was a slight blueished color from the cold. It was getting to the point of where one was able to see their breath. There were or well had been tears on his face, though now the only thing that could be seen was the trails of where they had been because the skin was reddened. He sighed, watching the air show his hot breath. No one bothered him, though one little girl had came over earlier just to asked if he was okay before being called away by her mother. She was scolded for talking to a stranger. Closing his eyes he could feel his conciousness being tugged away, things wanting to go black. He was tired, so tired. But no, sleep wasn't something that an abusive person was allowed. Red wasn't going to let himself off the hook so easily. He wanted to know how Francois was, though figuring he was the last person that the redhead would want to see he didn't move.
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Post by Khaki on Jan 21, 2009 17:55:08 GMT -5
Sniffling he got back up, he had to find Red and make him come home. it was only moments later that he found red laying on a bench, more cold looking than himself. "Rouge!" He breathed a sigh of relief, eyes red-rimmed. He looked like hell frozen over really. He got on his knees next to him, nervously swallowing, wanting to hug him but not wanting to bother him either. "...I...Je suis si désolé, svp ne me laissez pas." He begged, incoherent even in French.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Jan 21, 2009 18:27:33 GMT -5
Red looked at him like a dog that had been kicked. He sat up imeditaly though. "Francois, amor!" He said, a shiver to his tone and body. "Your.....your face........I' m sorry amor..." He looked down, mentally scolding himself again. He took a moment letting that happen. "It's cold, you don't need to be out here." The Spaniard shook his head, silver locks free to move. "I don't know what you said, I'm sorry...." The teddybear wasn't always so harsh. "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry, it wasn't fair to you, you didn't do anything! I hurt you!" He had never hit someone he loved before.
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