Grease and Cheer [Augy]

[Kristopher Roberts]

So, what was a day like in the life of the most popular gay couple in Wonderland? Well, it was never easy, but today was different. It was laid back and just damn right for a change. So right in fact, a since of normancy could be found today. Especially, with what Kristopher was helping with at the moment.

The blond sat in a crouch, elbows resting on his knees. For a change he wasn't wearing jeans but a pair of jean overalls with a wife beater tank top. His blond locks was pulled up into a half ponytail, clips on the right side of his head to give him a slight girlie look. But he wasn't caring today.

Today was like going back in time before things got rough and before he had gained an eye patch. The blond held a screw driver loosely in his hand as he peered curiously under a Bumber Car that Augusta was currently fixing. The blond wasn't too bright at fixing things, but he did like to watch his Seme work. So with a small smile of his face, he tapped the driver against the broken concrete.

"Are you sure you can fix that?" Kristopher asked, curiously--however not doubting his loves skills. "It look's pretty broken---that Elliot kid sure did a number on it." He chuckled sweetly and handed Augusta a random tool as he leaned over to peer at the half way lifted Bumber Car that rested on a car wrench.

Kender, or otherwise known as Ken, moved around the two boys and flopped down under a stair, watching the two work. Kris looked at his pet and chuckled before moving to sit behind Augusta. Chin resting on his loves shoulder. He lifted a hand and poked at a few parts. "I think it's toast..." He mused as a piece fell out of place and hit the ground.

"Oh dear..." More like a whoopsie. He knew Augusta hated it when the one eyed uke poked at things that he shouldn't. But on well. Shit happens.

[Augusta Davingoun]

August felt much better today then he had any other day. Whatever was killing him seemed to be letting off for now. Sure he had the nosebleeds sometimes and such, but he didn't feel completely like shit. He was well enough to go outside for once. But once he got out there something happened and they needed him to get to work again. He felt like a pack mule really. Just a slave... how fitting since he was one. God that made him so pissed to think about it.

Augusta was sitting with his legs bent at the knee by a Bumper car. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and looked like he did before everything went to Hell. he had a bit of dirt and grease on his face and he was surrounded by tools and his boots were covered in dust and dirt. His dark hair was a bit longer then usual, but it wasn't too bad. He was too sick to cut it lately. He sighed softly to himself, trying to figure out what at kid made this mess.

"Are you sure you can fix that? It look's pretty broken---that Elliot kid sure did a number on it."

Augy glanced over and sighed, he brushed his bangs back and then turned back to the car without saying a word. He put his hands into the machinery and started fiddling with thing in there. He sighed again, " yeah... I can fix it... Just gonna take a bit of... work!" he said the last with a soft grunt as he pulled out a huge chunk of something that resembled a dead animal. He stared at it for a second and then threw it far away from them. He put a hand on his chest, that dead thing had scared him. It hurt to breath hard. " I think that's what was clogging the wheels..." he said and then went back to his word as Kris sat behind him.

"I think it's toast... Oh dear..."

Augusta watched the part fall out of the machine and hit the ground. He let out an aggravated sigh and put a hand to his head. He picked up the piece with his other hand and looked at it. " Kris... what have I told you about watching me work?" he then put the part back into the machine with loud click. The he went back to working, he pulled out a box with wires connected to it and glanced at them before putting the box back in. He then reach one hand deep into the cogs and wheel and tried to reach something.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Kris... what have I told you about watching me work?"

The blond had a sheepish smile on his face that Augusta couldn't see but he could hear the humor as well as embrassment in his lovers voice. "Not to touch anything, cause I always end up making it worse." He mused on that for a moment and tilted his head from side to side in thought. "Also, not to touch the big tools ever again." Ahhh, the memories. Kristopher and techonolgy just didn't get along for one reason or another.

So the blond fell backwards on his ass and let his legs rest on either side of the Jack-of-all-Trades. His thin fingers poking idly at Augusta. Not to annoy him but just something to do for the moment. He loved touching him, but Augusta didn't always like it. At the sight of the dead anime-thing, Kristopher made a face of disgust. "Ew, what was that? A dead---opposum or something?" Whatever it was---it was nasty!

He shuddered at the mere thought of what kind of animal it was and how the hell it got in a Bumper Car to begin with. Oh well. Shit happened. Rocking his feet side to side, he once again started to play with a tool before Augusta took it for whatever reason.

Cheerfully, the blond spoke up. "We should go out sometime. We haven't date couple time in a long while. We could go to the beach, or here, or I could make us dinner. Just for us." He said happily and then started on talking about things they could do and how to go about it before he randomly added.

"Oh, and I think me and Gloria are close to figuring out what you got! We narrowed it down a lot now! We have three things it could be!" Kristopher sounded so excited that he kinda forgot how bad a sickness could be. But he wasn't carring at the moment. He was merely enjoying his time with Augusta and tossing a hammer from one hand to the other without looking at it. Dangerous for the supposedly one eyed Kristopher to be doing, but he semeed to be doing fine with it.

"Ohh...now that's a thought...I could make some french dishes and oh my god, please tell me thats not another dead animal!"

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Not to touch anything, cause I always end up making it worse. Also, not to touch the big tools ever again."

Augusta nodded in agreement. It seemed that lately Augy wasn't the talker anymore. He was much quieter. Mostly because whatever was wringing the life out of him made him very dizzy and tired and so he spent most of his time not talking and just lumbering around like a big walking tree. He just did the little jobs that Jou had given him, which was odd, because Jouhnin was being oddly nice to him as of late. Like really nice. Oddly nice. Which worried him. Augusta tried not to think about it while he was trying to work.

"Oh, and I think me and Gloria are close to figuring out what you got! We narrowed it down a lot now! We have three things it could be!"

He nodded along to what Kris kept saying. He wasn't really listening 'till Kris said that him and Gloria might know what evil thing is killing him. He turned his head just slightly and looked interested. "oh really? and what would those be?" he asked softly before turning and going back to the machine. He dug around for a second before pulling out a rusty gear and showing it off to Kris. " No, just a gear that fell out... Nothing dead..." he said softly and sat it on the ground.

Augy smiled at the French food thing. " I good home-cooked French meal would be really great Kris... I'd love it..." he said softly and smiled to himself. " It'll remind me of home..." he said, his voice was soft nowadays, he was just so sick lately it was unreal.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher put a hand to his heart then at the sight of the rusty gear. "Oh thank god, I thought it was going to be a big rat or something." Speaking of rats he turned to look towards he lazy cat that owned him. The said puffy feline was sleeping at this time and ignoring the humans, until Kristopher looked at him. One of his slitted eyes peered at Kris as if waiting for something, then seeing nothing was going to be said Ken went back to sleep.

Shrugging his shoulders the blond lazily laid his arms on Augusta's shoulder, it wouldn't hinder him in his work but it might be annoying. However, Kris was being seriously clingy as of late, possibly for a number of reasons.

"oh really? and what would those be?"

"Well..." Started the pretty lad. "So far we came to the conclusion it could be a really bad infection in you're lungs or throat. But I haven't caught anything from you--so we figured it couldn't be that or else I would be sicker then you right now. So, then we looked up other things and thought maybe it was Tuberculosis. However, it could be ALPS as well. Which none of them are fatal as long as its treated." He paused then for a moment thinking and finally broke out into a smile. "So, in all honesty, we are breaking it down into things that aren't contagious because I've not caught a damn thing, but if I do, then we know to look in the other books. Neat huh?" He chuckled.

" I good home-cooked French meal would be really great Kris... I'd love it... It'll remind me of home..."

"Then I'll make an awesome Frenchy meal! And we can go out somewhere too, were we wont be bothered by Boogies or other humans. So it's just the two of us. We haven't done that in a long time. Plus, I won't even tell my siblings where I am going. That will really get to them and you would like that, knowing you." He stated, kissing Augusta on his cheek, not caring bout the grease and oil.

Well for a moment anyways. "Man, you taste like a clock." He teased.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta was trying his best to ignore the beast under the stairs sleeping. He hated cats, always had, they bothered him. Moody creatures, not something you could trust, a cat would turn you in quicker then anything if it ft them. They just seemed like unlovable little furry things. And Augusta didn't like them on bit. He also, personally, didn't like Ken for the soul reason that the kitten thought he was a piece of wood, or a tree or something, scratching him day and night, feasting upon his flesh. Monster. Augusta found that he had more wounds from that damned beast then he did from when he got into fights. It was unreal how mean that cat was... and how much it favored Kris over himself. It was ironic how the gift he got for Kristopher to get him out of the doghouse, seemed to be punishing him every minute of his miserable days. Like the cat was giving Kris payback for all the arguments he didn't win, and all the fights they had.

It was about equal to the Devil in Augusta's eyes.

"So far we came to the conclusion it could be a really bad infection in you're lungs or throat. But I haven't caught anything from you--so we figured it couldn't be that or else I would be sicker then you right now. So, then we looked up other things and thought maybe it was Tuberculosis. However, it could be ALPS as well. Which none of them are fatal as long as its treated. So, in all honesty, we are breaking it down into things that aren't contagious because I've not caught a damn thing, but if I do, then we know to look in the other books. Neat huh?"

Augusta rolled his eyes, "oh yes... very neat..."he said sarcastically. He found it odd that Kristopher was so pleasant when they were discussing what was KILLING him. With a sigh and some work on the machine he let those sour thoughts go. But a question popped into his head as he was screwing in a couple bolts. " Huh... what the Hell is ALPS?" he asked as he pulled out some wires and reconnected them differently then before. He started putting n some screws as he listened to Kristopher talk.

"Then I'll make an awesome Frenchy meal! And we can go out somewhere too, were we wont be bothered by Boogies or other humans. So it's just the two of us. We haven't done that in a long time. Plus, I won't even tell my siblings where I am going. That will really get to them and you would like that, knowing you."

Augusta smiled, why did everyone make sure a big deal that he was French? Really. His accent wasn't even that strong anymore, being around all these Americans. Sure he still had an accent but it was barely there, he had trouble saying his 'h's and 'r's, but other then that he spoke like everyone else. Only Kris had heard him speak with a thick French accent, since he only id so when he was... excited... But anywho, he heard Kris say that Augy would like pissing off Kris's siblings. He sighed at that, " I don't enjoy making your siblings angry, in fact if they would just stop being pricks, I think we all could get along really well. But Kyle thinks I'm a completely douche-bag, while Sarah has punched me in the face twice! " he sighed again, " and they wonder why I hate them!?" he questioned the sky before going back to his work.

"Man, you taste like a clock."

" Well, if you don't like it then don't kiss me..." he said back in a tone very close to teasing as well. He reached behind him and held Kristopher's cheek before he turned just enough to Kiss Kris on the lips softly.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher lightly smacked Augusta on the chest for his rolling eyes. He couldn't see them, but he knew Augusta was doing it...after being around someone long enough you knew how they acted. "Shush."

" Huh... what the Hell is ALPS?"

Kristopher rolled his eye towards heaven in thought, "It's a rare disease of the immune system. Basically, your system decides its a good idea to turn on itself and cause troubles. It's not fatal, more annoying then anything. It causes the person to get sick, weak, brusies, nose bleeds, and risk of getting infections as well as hemorrhage. It's not a very nice diease but its treatable and controlable as well."

His pale fingers drummed on Augusta's collarbone as he spoke about the ALPS to his lover. Also, he promptly ignored the thing about his siblings, sibling talk always resulted in a fit and so he let it slide, well after he got Augusta on the chest again.

" Well, if you don't like it then don't kiss me..."

Kris tilted his head and chuckled, "Never said I didn't like it." Smiling softly, leaning into the hand and accepting the kiss as well as returned it. When it came to an end, he rested his chin on the older man's shoulder. "I kinda like the clock taste, its unquie." He chuckled. "And odd, just like you are." A curious experssion touched his young nineteen year old face. "So does that make you Coo-coo like a Coo-coo clock?" He laughed a little then. The blond was so easily amused.

"Anyways, whatever it is, we can treat it. So, I wouldn't worry too much." Yeah, Kris was trying not to worry thus to the reason why he was being so cheerful. Now, if only he could make his scars disappear---but then he would have to figure out how to tell Augusta that he had a new eye. That was red. As well as weird, he wasn't sure how to touch that subject and thus didn't mention it.

"Food for thought, what would you look like with contacts? And would glasses make me look intelligent?" He mused.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"It's a rare disease of the immune system. Basically, your system decides its a good idea to turn on itself and cause troubles. It's not fatal, more annoying then anything. It causes the person to get sick, weak, bruises, nose bleeds, and risk of getting infections as well as hemorrhage. It's not a very nice disease but its treatable and controllable as well."

Augusta sighed, oh yeah that was nice and cheery. He sighed, at least whatever he had, whichever illness he had, wasn't going to really kill him unless he got the shit beat out of him again. That wasn't something he wanted. He already had a scar over his left eye, he didn't need another one. Which, to anyone who knew Augy well, would know the scar bothered him. He never looked into anything reflective anymore, and when he did he got this look on his face, a silent anger. It was obvious that he hated the scar and that it gave him horrible memories.

And of course, the nightmares had only been getting worse.

"Never said I didn't like it. I kinda like the clock taste, its unique. And odd, just like you are. So does that make you Coo-coo like a Coo-coo clock?"

Augusta rolled his eyes for the second time. " I believe you are the odd one here Kris, you're talking about Coo-coo Clocks. And making me into one. Though, if you call someone Coo-coo it means their crazy. So technically by calling me a Coo-coo Clock you're calling me crazy." he said as he thought about it in more detail. Augy was a very detail-oriented person. He often saw the very small things in a person, the way they moved their eyes or tipped their head. He was good at finding the little things. He worked on clocks, watches, and machines for a living, he was used to having to solve problems from the smallest and most insignificant details. He picked apart everything, it's just how he was.

"Food for thought, what would you look like with contacts? And would glasses make me look intelligent?"

Augusta sighed, " All I have to do is take off my glasses and then you'd see how I'd look with contacts... and I don't think glasses will make you look more intelligent. But here..." he said and took off his glasses and handed them to Kris. " Go find something that reflects and see how you look. " he said and then paused, " But I'm gonna warn you, they might make you sick if you look through them too long, the worse you're eye sight the more it take to correct it. " he said and then went back to work. Sure he couldn't see what he wad doing, but he was used to relying on other senses to figure out what and were things were.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I believe you are the odd one here Kris, you're talking about Coo-coo Clocks. And making me into one. Though, if you call someone Coo-coo it means their crazy. So technically by calling me a Coo-coo Clock you're calling me crazy."

Kristopher frowned and pouted somewhat as well, but mostly frowned. Sometimes, Augusta was too detailed and serious for Kristopher and now was one of those times. "It was meant to be funny. Jeez." The blond huffed lightly and closed his working eye. Talk about a one sided conversation, or rather one sided humor. Ever since Augusta had gotten ill, he had been a pretty big stick in the mud, or so Kris thought anyways. "Could humor me for a change."

" All I have to do is take off my glasses and then you'd see how I'd look with contacts... and I don't think glasses will make you look more intelligent. But here...ut here..." he said and took off his glasses and handed them to Kris. " Go find something that reflects and see how you look. But I'm gonna warn you, they might make you sick if you look through them too long, the worse you're eye sight the more it take to correct it."

"Yeah. Yeah." Kris said with a wave of his hand and placed the glasses on his face and instantly was taken back in shock. "Dear Lord, how do you see out of these things?!" He declared with one single wide eye. He blinked a few times and shook his head. "Ah, never mind, I can't see a damn thing." He then promptly slid them back on to Augusta's face as he went to work. The young counterpart tore himself away from the working one and leaned back on the ground, staring up at the clouds.

He rolled his tongue around in his mouth for the moment, trying to figure out what to say or do. Finally, he gave up trying to be cheerful for Augusta. "You know Love, it's not the end of the world." He pointed out tiredly. "You can joke along with me and such..." He rolled his head to stare at Augusta's back. "Your humor is starting to become like Sarah's."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"It was meant to be funny. Jeez. Could humor me for a change."

Augusta sighed, he wasn't sorry, but he did feel bad for being such a lame person lately. It wasn't like he wanted to be sick, or wanted to be super tired and useless. This whole thing just sorta fell into his lap and he was doing his damnedest to deal with it. This wasn't his kinda of thing, he wasn't use to being sick all the time and feeling like he'd been hit by a car. It took all of his motivation to even get out of bed some days. If it wasn't that he didn't want to get attacked by Jou again, he wouldn't do anything at all. But he knew how much that had messed up Kris, so he didn't want to give Jouhnin a reason to pounce again. But even though he didn't feel like saying anything he just muttered a quite 'sorry' before going back to what he was doing. He softly chuckled as Kris gave him his glasses back and asked him how he could see out of them. He figured Kristopher wasn't paying attention when he was telling him, the worse the persons eyesight, the worse their glasses will seem to be from a person with regular eyesight.

"You know Love, it's not the end of the world. You can joke along with me and such...Your humor is starting to become like Sarah's."

Augusta sighed softly. He wasn't sure how to say this. He started putting all the pieces of the bumper car together and sighed again. " No... it's not the end of the world... But I'm not used to this... I hate being sick, hate being tired, hate feeling like crap. It's gonna take me an awful long time to try and get used to the whole, coughing blood and nosebleeds, and getting sicker then a dog all the time. And the odd little red dots, and being sore and whatever the else is wrong with me right now..." he said softly and put the large metal plate back over the opening. He slowly got up, using the car to support his weight. He sat there for a second, regaining his balance and then glanced over at Kristopher. " So... yeah... I apologize for being a sourpuss, but I'm not in the most cheery mood I can be in right now..." he said and practically stumbled over to the console that controlled the Bumper Car ride.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"No... it's not the end of the world... But I'm not used to this... I hate being sick, hate being tired, hate feeling like crap. It's gonna take me an awful long time to try and get used to the whole, coughing blood and nosebleeds, and getting sicker then a dog all the time. And the odd little red dots, and being sore and whatever the else is wrong with me right now..."

Kristopher sighed and kicked out the wrench that held up the Bumper Car and watched it touch the ground and then pushed the car over to the right. "Yeah, well. Welcome to my world of being sick and puny. You get used to it after a while." The blond moved away from the car then and moved around the other vehicles that stood about idly.

So... yeah... I apologize for being a sourpuss, but I'm not in the most cheery mood I can be in right now..."

"It's fine. I'll play the guessing game and just stick you on med's for ALPS and see what happens. Can only try and I can always talk my Madam in to getting more medicine from the Human world. Not a big deal, she leaves to get me things when I need it."

Kristopher tapped a few cars with his sneaker. He wasn't sure how to talk with Augusta about being sick and healthy because Kristopher was never healthy. He hadn't been since the day he was born and hell, he never was at the right weight he was supposed to be. The blond was actaully supposed to be at 140, he only weighed around 115. But it came with being sick and the like.

"Anyways, don't let it get to you. Once we get med's down your throat, you should be just fine. I normally 'em." When they work, but Kristopher decided to leave that note away. He put a smile on his face and moved towards Augusta. "On a random note, I think the kids are finally used to me having a patch and a nasty scar on my face. Rosemary isn't so afraid of me anymore." Rosemary was one of the younger children in this world. A sweet little girl but so easily freaked out.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Unlike Kristopher, Augusta wasn't ill-looking. Sure he had lost a few pounds, and looked really pale. But other then that he looked fairly normal. It was his insides that didn't feel very happy. Augusta started playing with the console. He flicked on some buttons and the machine cranked up to life. It thundered for a second. But the car that Kris had pushed back up, was fixed and it hovered like all the rest of the cars. Augusta smiled to himself, proud of his handiwork.

"Anyways, don't let it get to you. Once we get med's down your throat, you should be just fine. I normally 'em. On a random note, I think the kids are finally used to me having a patch and a nasty scar on my face. Rosemary isn't so afraid of me anymore."

Augusta sighed as he started to turn off the machine and rubbed his face, smearing grease and dirt across his face. He seriously needed a shower now. He looked up at Kristopher as he spoke and smiled softly. " Well nobody seems to be paying attention to mine..." which he was secretly glad for. " Most just say it looks... bad ass..." he rolled his eyes at that and leaned up against the console. He chuckled though, after a minute or two. " But I'm glad people are getting used to your patch... hopefully it will become normal to everyone else... then you won't feel so out of place..." he said softly and took off his glasses. Cleaning them, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and then putting them back on his deathly-pale face.

" Wouldn't want you to feel like the odd-one-out Kris..." he said, " I'm glad for you..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher laughed a little as he walked around the cars, getting back towards the console. "Well, it does make you look bad-ass, helps that your all buff too." he teased lightly, stepping over a car and then going around another. Finally, he came to the exit and hoped over it and moved to stand by Augusta with a smile.

" Wouldn't want you to feel like the odd-one-out Kris..." he said, " I'm glad for you..."

"Love, I'm always the odd-one-out but I don't mind it so much. I got you with me. So it doesn't metter so much." He laced an arm around Augy's waist then and leaned on him when Augusta finished cleaning his glasses. He wasn't an idiot he knew better then to get too close until the glasses got back on. Didn't want to break them or get them dirty.

Once the glasses where back on, Kris gave his love a swift kiss on the side of the lips and moved around him. Pulling on his hand to lead him else where. "Anyways, I might try going without the patch, not much of a reason to wear one as long a no one stares or gets freaked out...well...suppose around the younger ones I would still put it on. But around you, maybe not to so much. You're not bothered by it, right?"

Kristopher came to a stop, turning to face the french man. He offered him a sweet smile and rested his fingers against the edge of the scar Augusta held on his own face. "After all, yours never did bother me." He chuckled, "Makes you look even more charming then you are."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Anyways, I might try going without the patch, not much of a reason to wear one as long a no one stares or gets freaked out...well...suppose around the younger ones I would still put it on. But around you, maybe not to so much. You're not bothered by it, right?"

Augusta smiled when Kris kissed him. He followed like a puppy when Kris started dragging him around by his hand. Augy sighed softly and spoke then, " I am never bothered by it... I love you even if you're blind in one eye. " he said softly as he smiled. When Kristopher stopped Augusta stumbled a bit from the sudden lack of movement. He held his balance though, not falling over, which was good. Though when he felt Kris touch the end of the scar on his cheekbone he flinched just slightly.

"After all, yours never did bother me. Makes you look even more charming then you are."

Augusta turned his head away sharply,. He kept his gaze on the ground, making no effort to look Kris in the face. " I'm glad you think so..." he said with a pause, " All this thing really does is remind me why I need to be doing this... it's a painful reminder of how fucked up this place is, and how fucked up I am. " he sighed, " and I hate it all the same..." he said and stepped around Kristopher. Unlike Kristopher,it was obvious that Augy detested the mark Jouhnin left, not only because he couldn't remember what Jou said, but also because he hated his life here. Hated how Kris was in the same place. Kristopher deserved better.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I am never bothered by it... I love you even if you're blind in one eye. "

His smile dropped slightly at those words and when Augusta looked away it hurt. Augy would freak if he knew that Kristopher wasn't blind in that eye anymore. However, the blond wasn't ready for Augusta to know about that. But now with his frown fully disappeared, he stood still for the moment, staring at Augusta's back.

" All this thing really does is remind me why I need to be doing this... it's a painful reminder of how fucked up this place is, and how fucked up I am and I hate it all the same..."

Talk about resisting the urge to do something stupid, yet very well called for at this moment in time. Normally, Kristopher was a very loving and caring individual but it's times like this that got to him. Sure he knew Augusta went through a rough time, hell so had Kris. But this whole being pissed at the world was really eatting at him. Furthermore, words never got to Augusta, it was always actions.

Kristopher honestly, wasn't really thinking on the matter when he marched up and around to Augusta and promptly slapped him across the face. It wasn't too hard but it wasn't too soft either. It was more to get his attention then to actually hurt him.

The blond stared up at him with a narrowed green eye. Staring hard, his face showed everything. How tried he was of this and how he wished Augusta would get the fuck over his hate and over the stupid scar. Kris knew how it felt to be in his shoes but this was gettign to him. No matter how hard he tired, Augusta just flat refused to get over shit. He loved Augusta to death but this was getting down right annoying. He wanted to scream at him but he didn't. He just stared, once again face saying everything on how he wanted him to stop mopping around, get on with life and forget what happened.

If Kristopher could get over his tramtizing experince so could Augusta. He just wanted him to be happy again and like the old Augusta. Slowly the blond lowered his hand and turned to walk away.