arbitrated misery (itsuki/open)

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[itsuki]

[atrb=cellspacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 438px; length: 597px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Tqrmu.jpg); border 3px dotted #000033, btable] I think of you... [style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]And that alone is enough [style=border: 5px solid #66CCFF; width: 280; background-color: #000000] [style=font: italic normal bold 26px/18px comicsansms; color: #336699; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.6em #a5bbc4; text-align: right]To make the tears start to flow now [style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0; text-align: right]My distant voice can't reach you now, but so that someday it definitely will...

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 2px dashed #99FFFF; color: #9999FF] The black-eyed blond moved down the sidewalk with a bit of a stumble in his steps occasionally. No one though anything of it but noted his scrawniness however other than that, ignored him, and the distressful expression on his face. He felt nausea within him, maybe he should have perhaps eaten what was in the covert last night even though it was something he absolutely disliked, it be better to eat rather then starve, you don't have to like it. But he swears he'll throw up if he tasted such food. For the eighth, to him it seemed like the eighteenth, his stomach growled and pained him a tad bit now, and he sighed. "Nothing I can do about it..." He admitted to himself and trying to just ignore it, just try and act casual and not give away his feelings cause he didn't want anyone to know, he knew if they knew his father would be busted and if he got possession of him again things would get worse, or maybe he'll be sent to a group home or to a foster home, and he knows he'll absolutely lose it to a very very bad point. He liked his own bed, just not his own life. He doesn't take change very well at all, except if it's for the better. His body believed it was for the worse going to a home, and nobody can do nothing about it. He saw more families together, and they mocked him, why the hell did everything seem to be mocking him so easily? It was starting to get to him but like he could do anything about it, there' was jack that he could do. He stopped walking only to crouch down, lean against the wall of a building, and hold his knees to his chest and watch the goingons while enduring and ignoring his stomach. He'll get food somehow, he always does but what if he didn't? That's the questions that always entered his mind and made him panic slightly inside. His father should be asleep at any moment now, should have fallen asleep soon. He should be, he has work tomorrow sometime. When he goes to sleep, he'll come back home, cause he didn't want to deal with a drunken father.

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[risa5]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/AlessIcon4.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Perception was something that somebody like Alessandro, the boss of a large mafia family, had come across over his years as the boss of mafia family and even before them. The chances of assassins and hitmen trying to take him out were rather high, no matter how popular he was among his allies and even some of his enemies, though they were few in number these days. Any enemies he had now were either really smart to keep their stance concerning him and the Riva family or really stupid for thinking him their enemy. Alessandro himself, was more than just perceptive, though. He read people fairly well, usually. There were some people it the past that he never would have thought to be enemies or dangerous, like his younger brothers. However, when it came to reading people, especially children with a bad family situation - since he had two of those and he well knew the signs of abuse, at least from his youngest. Lanza hadn't been abused as so much as abandoned by her real family while Sheeka had spent a few years abused by his father and stepmother and then had run away. His son hadn't been very helpful at first when it came to learning about him when he was young. So when the mafia boss of the Riva family noticed a rather scrawny kid wandering down the street, he was having a flashback of his first meeting with his adoptive son. The scrawny little eleven-year old trying to reach into his back pocket to steal his wallet, the kid being caught by an ever-watchful Celino and the kid running from them. Alessandro had been worried about the boy - with his bruises and his scratches and from how thin he was that he'd sent Celino to keep an eye on him for several days. Until he'd run into some trouble during one of those days and Celino had saved him. It was what made Sheeka begin to trust them. Alessandro had been a lot harder to trust - since well...Sheeka had been convinced he was a pedophile for a while... Alessandro let out a breath of air from his lips, pulling himself from his memories of his youngest child to put his attention on the scrawny little blond. Hmn. He didn't want to startle him...he didn't want to have to track a frightened kid through the streets of Tokyo and have another one child believe that he was a pedophile from their first impression. He turned his gaze to something else for a moment, to remain inconspicuous. It was hard, considering Alessandro's long, bright red hair stood out in the crowd...maybe he needed a haircut? All his long hair seemed to stand out... [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: word count: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]Itsuki, Open 457 HEY LOOK. A reply. made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[itsuki]

[atrb=cellspacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 438px; length: 597px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Tqrmu.jpg); border 3px dotted #000033, btable] I think of you... [style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]And that alone is enough [style=border: 5px solid #66CCFF; width: 280; background-color: #000000] [style=font: italic normal bold 26px/18px comicsansms; color: #336699; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.6em #a5bbc4; text-align: right]To make the tears start to flow now [style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0; text-align: right]My distant voice can't reach you now, but so that someday it definitely will...

[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 2px dashed #99FFFF; color: #9999FF] The young boy groaned and let out a deep cough, which sounded more like a hack and it pained him, to what it felt like the lungs. He must be a bit sick, well, really, when was the last time he was taken to the doctor or, or even... HE NEVER GOT ANY SHOTS! No flu shots or anything like that! His father's careless of his well-being, total neglect except for when he wished to 'Play'. Maybe he should walk over to one, but thinking about it more it may lead to him being separated from his home and put into some strange

[/s] home, the keyword being strange. Yes, he didn't like no foster care, no group home or anything, fuck to the no. He didn't want that, period, and it could lead to him committing suicide not being in a bed or room that his body is settled in, such as his own room on the second floor of his 'home'. He's glad his father doesn't ever come in, but he doesn't know, He might go in there when he's not there.

His ear twitched, feeling eyes on him while his covered face was currently... Covered. Well, this was a normal look. It wasn't everyday you saw a child like this in such a position on the ground up next to a building but he was normally ignored by the people as if it was entirely normal. That's what caught his attention and his cobalt eyes moved upward slightly to shift his face so he exposed only his forehead and eyes to look around for what may be looking at him. No one so far, then why did he still have the feeling? After a few more minutes of scanning, he saw it, what was the source of it. A red-haired male facing him, a red head But he thought nothing of it, maybe a passerby, just passing and catching sight of him so he slid his face covered again to hide his blackened eye, caused by his father's fist and his fist only.

So for now, he kept his face hidden and thought nothing of the one looking at him. He didn't know anything, just that the redhead had previously looked at him but was now looking somewhere else, just like most people did when they saw him. Ignore him, it hurt him, but it could be worse. They could have spit on him or been mean to him, or mocked him with their own stupid ass families or even smiling.

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[risa5]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/AlessIcon4.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] He heard the boy coughing and he could almost hear the fluids in his lungs. He clearly hadn't been to a doctor in awhile...and he was obviously ill. Alessandro felt a flare of anger towards whoever was letting this kid go on like he was. There were people everywhere, ignoring him. No kind souls were offering him the help that he so clearly needed. Alessandro wished that he had his youngest with him at the moment - it wouldn't be creepy if a young boy was approaching another young boy. Alessandro inwardly smiled at the idea of him being a creeper for approaching a young boy on the streets. Sheeka had thought that about him. He'd rarely seen kindness after his mother had died and had believed that because somebody was being kind...it meant that they wanted something. Alessandro didn't want to think about what some people had wanted for being kind to a young boy on the streets with a family who didn't care he was even gone. He huffed slightly, his heart working against his mind. Who cares if he thought he was a creeper? He was going to help him. He was walking towards Itsuki calmly. There wasn't much he could do if he decided to run...but he could always follow him around for the next few days like Celino did with Sheeka. Alessandro crouched in front of him, closing inspecting him. Kind of scrawny, looking a little bit sick...but he wasn't really dirty or anything like a normal kid on the streets would be. His clothes looked clean. Probably had a bad home, then. "You look like you could use something to eat and perhaps a doctor," the red-head ventured, lightly pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. "Mhn. Definitely could use a doctor. Little bit of a fever too." Now that he was seeing him up close, Alessandro felt anger towards this kids parents or whoever was taking care of him. They weren't. It was so blatantly obvious. "My name is Alessandro," he stated, his Japanese flawless despite a European background. "There's no reason to be afraid of me. I'm harmless." Well...he wasn't exactly completely harmless...he was a mafia boss, after all. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: word count: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]Itsuki, Open 369 OH MY GOD. I ACTUALLY REPLIED. MIRACLE! made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[itsuki]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/hMsHGBzs.jpg?1); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] The boy let out a small, low yet slightly audible whine before feeling a cough coming, and again shooting his head up to let out a hack, his ears flattening to his head. He had a disturbing thought in his head, the thought that what may be happening to him now get worse. It made him tremble slightly, what if... What if his father went as far as attempting to murder him? What if... He tried to poison him? Drug him? He remembered his father attempted to poison him before, when he served food to him. He had came downstairs when his father was cooking, unknown to his father, he witnessed him adding a bit of a strange... Well, he didn't know if it was a power or a liquid from afar, but it was definitely something that just anyone added to vegetable soup. He attempted to kill him... Yeah, he knew it was strange and he didn't eat it anyway cause of vegetables. Now, he was snapped out of his thoughts. An older man made his way over to him, and the sight of this made him flinch and look down at his lap, already shuddering and giving off a slight tremble in his muscle. This man... Was a grown man, walking over to him. This thought already made his ears stick to his soft, silky blond hair. He was scared, scared this male would try and kidnap him or take him, use him, treat him badly like his father, or even doing pedophilia-involved things with him. He refused to look at the man nor look at them even in the eye and he didn't even move, his body just... Didn't let him? Why wouldn't his body even move to walk away? Maybe it was giving them a chance to explain their approach? He wasn't taking charge of his body, it seemed to have a mind of it's own. The first thing he heard from the male, the only one to seem to make an approach for him, was a note on his appearance out loud about his welfare and his hunger. Why were they worrying about his health and how famished he currently was? Plus his scrawniness. Then they make the assumption he had a fever, he let out another hacking cough, this one sounded terrible, horrible. Yeah... Maybe he was running a fever and damned himself for even doubting that assumption and fact. Maybe it'd do him some good seeing a doctor, and maybe eating for a few good hours. He only nodded to him, before his eyes trekked up to meet with the red, wine-like orbs of the elder which made him shudder again, these red eyes scared him but he tried to rummage through the gaze with his own for any obvious or exposed emotions, feelings. He couldn't really decipher any yet, he was mighty nervous. They at least gave him a name, their own name meaning they might not be such a enemy to him, so he tried to return the favor. "Itsuki... I'm Itsuki." He said in a low feminine tone for his gender, still trying to get used to the older presence close to him but tried to calm himself, it'll be alright, right? He slowly loosened his hold on his legs, them falling limp a bit and beginning to slide outward, his eyes staring into Aless's. His eye was blackened darkly which showed that something must have happened, he was now holding his stomach too, hugging it securely telling Aless something. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: word count: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;] made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[risa5]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/AlessIcon4.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] He could see the minuet tremors the boy had started doing upon his approach. He could tell that he was terrified and for good reason. He was being approached by a red-eyed stranger. He'd seen many people jump to conclusion because of the wine red orbs. Something about a superstition involving evil and red eyes. It was a stupid thing, to be honest. Some people just didn't like red eyes on somebody. They were unnerving like that. Alessandro could tell that the boy was especially nervous, but Alessandro couldn't help that at the moment. He was a stranger who had approached a young boy who needed help and who knew what other motives he may have had when it came to this young boy. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Itsuki," Alessandro murmured quietly to him. "I don't mean you any harm," he stated quietly, noting the black eye he was sporting. He wondered what had caused that, but elected not to say anything. He held his hand out to the boy, offering to help him to his feet from his position. Alessandro couldn't help but worry about this young boy. Here he was, half-starved, sick, and sporting a black eye and there was nobody around trying to help him besides Alessandro. He was wary of him and seemed to be afraid of what ulterior motives he may have had. Just like his youngest son. "I have a son just a couple years older than you are...I found him in a similar situation to you..." he stated quietly, patting him on the head lightly. He knew there was a hospital near by he could take him to, but that might be a little bit scary for the child at the moment. There was probably a pharmacy somewhere - he could buy the boy some snacks to eat and get him some well-needed medicine and an ice pack for his eyes. Taking Itsuki by the hand, Alessandro led him to the pharmacy that was around the corner. "Pick out anything you want," Alessandro commented, grabbing cough medicine from the medicine isle. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: word count: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]Itsuki, Open 352 REPLIED. MIRACLE. made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[itsuki]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/hMsHGBzs.jpg?1); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #660099; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]Will you show me love?[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: 6600CC; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]Will you show me love?[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: 6600FF; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Will you show me love?[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #9999FF; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] The man furthered his approach towards him until he was now write next to him, or not next, right in front of him. The look on his face didn't seem too intimidating besides the red orbs that floated in his eyes, they were breaking down his nerves from knowledge of red eyes but, maybe it was just his imagination. Many people around have strange irises when it came to their eyes some people having gray eyes. Maybe this man was just normal, like everyone else, and was going to help him. He didn't feel any negative motives about this male. He mentally quarreled with himself, should he trust this guy...? Well, if he noticed anything strange about the other maybe... maybe he could try and keep his distance or if it's that threatening he could make a break for it, yeah. He could give it a chance. A part of him didn't want to trust this guy, yet the other half was desperate for his help therefore it ruled out the distrust. He'll have to trust this man's assuring words. At the mention of them having a son that was in a similar situation as him, he couldn't help but blink at that. Here he was, thinking he was the only one that had to suffer through this, then he hears of another having gone through a similar situation. Does this man even know what he's going through at home? Neglect, abuse... Hell even if he gets a good grade in school and shows his father he can never get acceptance, and god knows what would happen if his father knew about his orientation. He shook his head and pushed away the thought, too disturbing. A hand reached out for him, and he winced flinching but found his head patted, maybe to ease his nerves and try and get him into a comfortable atmosphere. Next was his hand, which he flinched again and brought his hand away but, something made him give his hand over to Aless to take it. With that, he stood up onto his feet slowly, his ears flat against his head and his tail painfully curled around his waist for comfort. They began to travel down the sidewalk of the current street, towards the nearest pharmacy, which he just noticed when they were entering one. A chime rang out signalling the arrival of a new customer and preparing the cashiers, and the pharmacists. He was aloud to pick out what he needed, how could he pick out? He walked with Aless down the medicinal aisle of course keeping a close aware eye on his surroundings, very cautious of course. He was aloud to pick out something he'd want. Something he'd want...? Okay, he'll look for something he may want. His ears still flattened and his tail still wrapped around him, he surveyed some of the snack aisles. They had baked goods and chips, they looked so good.He might have a small pack of (5) large chocolate cookies, then a bag of potato chips. He wasn't going to get all that much... He knows that it all costs something. He didn't want to put Aless through that so only got these two items, and returned to the medicinal aisle for him, muttering little grateful thank yous that were as sincere as ever. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #9999FF; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #9999FF; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: word count: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;] [/style]