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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 14, 2009 20:42:58 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks for the reminder...ass."
Augy frowned at that as he put his hands in his pockets. He tried to keep his nerves down but it was clearer then glass that the ebony-haired man was a nervous wreck. He tapped his foot lightly to try and release some of the energy, but that just made him more freaked out so he stopped immediately.
"Okay! Let's go in and get this over with before the air gets too thick to breath and I have to get a new type of medication!"
Augy frowned even deeper that that comment, " s--sorry..." he said softly and walked over to the door, were Donita stood holding it open for them. Claire passed by Kris and then stopped, she placed a hand on his forearm. She gave the younger man (but Augy still called him a kid) a smile. " Hey... be careful in there... if dumb ass runs off... don't get in trouble... 'kay?" she said, her voice had an extremely thick French accent, much like Augusta's. Augy wasn't able to hide his accent as well as he did in Wonderland, since for the past two years, he had been speaking his natural tongue. Makes it hard to get rid of it.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 20:50:44 GMT -5
Kristopher waited a moment and then followed after his boyfriend. This was going to be an interesting day, he could already tell and so help him god, if Augy flipped...he might have to slap him. Lovingly of course.
He shook his blond head softly and was about to contuine on when he felt a soft hand touch his tattooed arm. Blinking a few times, Kristopher looked over to see Claire. He offered her a smile and Donita, who was a pretty little thing.
" Hey... be careful in there... if dumb ass runs off... don't get in trouble... 'kay?"
Kristopher's smile then turned into a toothy grin, "No worries, the least that can happen is he freaks and I get the booted off the grounds and the weather is nice. So, I won't be walking in the rain." he snickered a bit, once again making another joke. Kristopher had finally gotten used to the rough accents, when he first came here...he couldn't understand a word. But now, he could...too bad he only knew bad and broken french.
One would think Kristopher would pick up on the language by now.
Reaching over, he patted Claire on the arm and went into the rather large place. It was a miracle Kristopher didn't faint as his green eyes scanned the area. "Feels like Im in a palace." he muttered to himself and made sure to whip his feet on the door mat. Then, promptly put his hands into his pockets, he would be damned if he touched anything and broke it!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 14, 2009 21:25:44 GMT -5
"No worries, the least that can happen is he freaks and I get the booted off the grounds and the weather is nice. So, I won't be walking in the rain."
Claire didn't laugh, her concerned face turned sad as Kristopher patted her on the arm. She stood outside for a second before sighing, " God I hope he's strong enough for the both of them..." she said softly.
Inside, the house was even more extravagent then the outside. On either side of the big double-doors was a small table, and a maid stood with a silver tray which had a fresh pair of glasses for Augusta. But Augy had blown by the women with ease, She stood there and rolled her eyes, she muttered something in Spanish. Then walked off.
"Papa! Je suis maison!!" It sounded like something a little boy would say when he came home from school. At least the voice did, Augy's father was the only person Augy had left that was family, so the older seemed to change back into a little kid. Kinda cute sometimes.
The set-up of the main hall was nice. On the left was two rooms, and on the right was one. After the door on the right there was a staircase. In front was a hall wth one set of double doors, leading to the dining room and kitchen. Augy stood in the doorway of those double-doors, lossing his tie and aparently, saying hello to his father.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 21:36:36 GMT -5
Kris walked slowly behind Augusta because it was the only person he knew here and felt safe with at this moment. He looked at the maids who Augusta passed by without a word and he offered them a small smile and a wave. He thought it would be nice to say hi, but that was just how Kristopher was really.
Slowly he looked around the room, but did not stray to far from Augusta's side.
"Papa! Je suis maison!!" The blond shook his head sadly, he really needed to learn that damn language. The only word he understood right then was Papa. It sounded cute coming from Augusta but Kristopher wasn't going to say that too him right now. That would just be strange.
The blond wanted to reach out and grab his lover by the sleeve of his jacket and hold to him like a lost kid. But that wouldn't do, and so his hands remained in his pocket and playing with the lint within them.
"I hope he speaks english." Muttered Kristopher, referring to Augusta's father.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 14, 2009 21:50:29 GMT -5
Augy noticed the blond come up next to him and he smiled as moved further into the dining room. Sitting at the long table was Augusta's father. The old man was around 50, with that jet black hair and glasses. He worse a suit, just like his son, and his eyes were the same color as his tie, chocolate brown. Even the old mans skin was slightly pale, even though Augusta was more tan, since he had actually been out in the sun lately.
Davingoun Senior looked over and with a soft smile he said, " Good afternoon son..." he said. His voice was rough, not like a sick-rough, but an old-rough. Like the man had been talking for weeks straight. The voice of a over-stretched man. The old man saw the blond and his smile slowly faded. He had heard about the blond from his son, but Augy always referred to the blond as 'a good friend.' " Are we going to be speaking English or French today?" he asked and Augy chuckled lightly, a nervous chuckle, but Augusta hid his nervousness, very well. " English unfortunatly..."
Davingoun Senior put down his newspaper and took a drink of his warm tea. He sighed and patted on the table, " you look very serious Augusta... " he said softly. Augy shifted his weight. " You said you needed to speak to me, so speak..."
Augusta walked over and sat down across the table from his father, doing his best not to go into a break down, " I have to tell you something..." he said, trying very hard to keep his voice from stuttering. " I've been putting it off for a really long time and I thought you had the right to know..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 22:01:05 GMT -5
Kristopher once again stood off to the side and slightly behind Augusta. Giving the older man plenty of room to himself. The blond now had his hands behind his back, feeling suddenly sick to his stomach. As soon as the two entered the room, Kristopher noticed that Augusta's old man was smiling and then once he took note of the blond, his cheerful expression faded away.
Maybe he should of told Claire to have his bag ready and a ticket to England in hand. Augusta's father did not look pleased at seeing the young American. Kris was bright enough to see that! Slowly the blond lifted a hand moved a stray piece of hair behind his pierced ear, trying to stay...calm. As the two spoke in French, Kristopher looked idly around with his eyes.
" you look very serious Augusta... You said you needed to speak to me, so speak..."
Oh dear. Intimidating old fart.
When Augusta moved, Kristopher waited a moment and then followed, sitting beside the dark haired boy. Kristopher leaned back in his seat and watched the two, carefully. This could go good or bad. Either way, Kristopher took note of the nearest exit.
" I have to tell you something... I've been putting it off for a really long time and I thought you had the right to know..."
God, he was stuttering. This wasn't good cause when Augusta got like this he usually broke down, changed subject or got up and left. Kristopher didn't want either to happen and so he snaked a hand under the table and rested on Augusta's thigh. Trying to add some kind of comfort and encouragement.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 14, 2009 22:30:46 GMT -5
Davingoun Senior looked at his son, a bit of interest on his face. He didn't interrupt his son, he was polite, and yes, he was also very intimidating. But if Kristopher thought the older version was intimidating, he should see his lover when he trying to convince a person to buy stocks or something. Augy was downright scary sometimes.
Augusta was about to say something when his words were caught in his throat, Kris was touching him. Augy shifted and coughed a couple times to get the awkward lump out of his throat. Augusta sighed " I... I'm kinda... not really ever going to... um... get a girlfriend, or marry some girl you choose... " he said softly.
This caught the old mans attention. Why would Augy say something like that? Not marry... he didn't plan on forcing Augusta into an arranged marriage, but he didn't plan on just letting the boy stay a bachelor forever... unless... " and why is that?"
Augusta could feel his face heat up, he felt another knot in his throat and then the air got awkwardly heavy. His foot was tapping like crazy and his hands began to shake again. And the boy father began to notice. Augusta looked away for a second before looking back then gave a surprised look.
The old man was standing up, he sighed softly, " let me guess, your gay right? " Davingoun Senior asked. " And I wouldn't be surprised if it was... her... who made you that way..." he said and set down his tea cup. He looked over at Kristopher, with a look very close to disgust. The old man sighed again and rubbed his temple, " and whatever your going to ask, the answer is no..." he said bluntly, " I want that child sent back to London, where he will finish his schooling, and then I want him on a plane to the United States as soon as he graduates. No exceptions..." he said, and his voice was dark.
Augy sat with his mouth open and he stood up, but for some reason he couldn't make any words come out, so he just closed his mouth and sat back down slowly, staring at the floor.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 22:51:39 GMT -5
" I... I'm kinda... not really ever going to... um... get a girlfriend, or marry some girl you choose... "
Oh god, here it came. Augusta was freaking out, this was not going to be pretty in the long shot. Maybe he should of just had Augusta stay in the car and Kristopher take care of it? Nah, still wouldn't of came out very well.
He listened to the exchange between the two, leaning back in his seat and removing his hand from Augusta, he noticed it made the boy flustered. Oops, wrong effect. Ah well too late now. The blond studied the old man, watching his actions.
The old man stood, " let me guess, your gay right? " Actually, bisexual, but Kristopher didn't have the urge to point that out. He was more concerned on what might be said next and he already knew what it was...in fact it wouldn't take him by surprise seeing as he expected as much to happen.
" And I wouldn't be surprised if it was... her... who made you that way...and whatever your going to ask, the answer is no... I want that child sent back to London, where he will finish his schooling, and then I want him on a plane to the United States as soon as he graduates. No exceptions..."
Burn. Major burn.
Kristopher's brilliant green eyes narrowed ever so slightly in a challenging manner. Over time, Kristopher had changed a bit in personality, not in a bad way. He stood up for himself more and others, furthermore...he was a bit more...out spoken. Upon watching his boyfriend get up and then sit back down in defeat, the blond turned his attention to the old fart.
"A little harsh aren't you?" Kristopher stated bluntly with his ever soft voice. "I really don't mind you rejecting the idea of "us" or wanting to send me away. I can understand that." Kristopher lazily toggled his finger between himself and Augusta. "But what I don't understand is how a man, such as yourself, already declines a request before it is made. It took him a long time to gather all that courage to come talk to you, you could at least hear him out."
Kristopher was still very comfortable in his seat and his head tilted to the side with a calculating expression on his feminine face. He disregarded the disgusted look he was receiving from Augusta's father and the dark tones. Kristopher should be shivering in his shoes, but he wasn't. He was as calm as ever, almost like he was back in Wonderland before he met Augusta.
"But out of my own curiosity, if you will humor me, and I mean no insult. But I wonder, why it is you look at me like that. Is it because of sexual preference, because I am American by decent or...that you think I'm a gold digger?" For some reason, Kristopher felt very amused then.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 14, 2009 23:25:49 GMT -5
"A little harsh aren't you? I really don't mind you rejecting the idea of "us" or wanting to send me away. I can understand that. But what I don't understand is how a man, such as yourself, already declines a request before it is made. It took him a long time to gather all that courage to come talk to you, you could at least hear him out."
Davingoun Senior looked from his son and to the blond boy who frankly, was on the old mans nerves. The old man sat for a second to think and he sighed again, " I didn't expect Augusta to some in and tell me something I could have allready figured out on my own... Its a waste of my time, and a waste of his..."
Augy was shocked when Kris spoke and after his father answered he leaned over, " K--Kris, please don't-" but he was cut off by the blond again and he looked away.
"But out of my own curiosity, if you will humor me, and I mean no insult. But I wonder, why it is you look at me like that. Is it because of sexual preference, because I am American by decent or...that you think I'm a gold digger?"
Augy looked over again, with a pleading look, he wanted to tell the blond to shut his trap and be respectful, but he couldn't get anything to come out. Augy's father on the other hand, put both hand on the table and leaned over to glare at the blond. " None of those is correct. I could give a shit less if your gay or Bisexual and Straight, I'm not a Homophobic. I woudln't believe anyone if they said you only wanted my son for his money. And... when it comes down to it, your heritage doesn't really bother me either..."
The old man leaned back and chuckled lightly, " I look at you like that because your still a child, your not even allowed to drink, your still in school. Right now, your future depends on hat you can get people to give you. Your father is dead, your mother in jail, your family is poor, your siblings live in the mountians, and frankly... your not good enough..." he said darkly, " your a nobody, my son is on the cover of magazines, newspapers. He makes more money then you could fathom, and he travels constantly. Your still a child, you couldn't handle being with my son, because even if you have a relationship, it will break. Just like mine did. After only seeing my son three or four times a year, one of you will break and cheat and then it will be a mess of lies..."
He sighed again, " My son doesn't need another wasteless peasent dragging mud on my--"
" FATHER!!" This was followed by the snap of the the ebony-haired boys chair hitting the floor. " don't. you. ever. use that word..." he said darkly, but he didn't look his father in the eyes, or sit back down...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 14, 2009 23:47:32 GMT -5
" I didn't expect Augusta to some in and tell me something I could have allready figured out on my own... Its a waste of my time, and a waste of his..."
Kristopher frowned, "Maybe it was imporant to him, thus not a waste of time." The blond shrugged softly then and the rest he figured the old man wasn't worried about. So that was out of the way and all good for Kristopher but what the man said next the blond had not expected the old man to know. His history. Something the blond cared to avoid and not think about or hear about by anyone if he could help it.
" I look at you like that because your still a child, your not even allowed to drink, your still in school. Right now, your future depends on what you can get people to give you. Your father is dead, your mother in jail, your family is poor, your siblings live in the mountians, and frankly... your not good enough..." he said darkly, " your a nobody, my son is on the cover of magazines, newspapers. He makes more money then you could fathom, and he travels constantly. Your still a child, you couldn't handle being with my son, because even if you have a relationship, it will break. Just like mine did. After only seeing my son three or four times a year, one of you will break and cheat and then it will be a mess of lies..."
Inside, the blond was hurt by the words. It was like getting slapped across the face with a hand that held a thousand sharp diamond that would rip into a persons skin. The green eyed boy was silent for a moment, trying to let the words not affect him or his temper. His hands that rested on his lap twisted into tight white knuckled fist.
Someone has done their reasearch...very well. Then that meant that Augusta's father knew how his household was like...in a manner of speaking.
"Actually," started the blond softly, choking down any unpleasent emotions. "I am legal now. But just because my family is...rather...broken does not mean I am going to depend on handouts. I have offered to pay for my own tutition with my own funds and I have no probelm doing so."
He looked at the old man, his hands gripping his pants tightly for an attempt to stay focused. "But just because your own---"
" My son doesn't need another wasteless peasent dragging mud on my--"
" FATHER!! don't. you. ever. use that word..."
Kristopher averted his eyes then for a moment before looking back up at the Senior. He then tried to speak again to finish his sentence. "Just because your realtionship failed doesn't mean ours will. I've been with Augusta since I was eighteen years old and you, Sir, have no clue what went on during those years. Seeing him off and on is nothing compared to the other things we went through, I am not going to be disloyal to him or anything negative for that matter."
The blond stopped then and wondered for a moment if he was about to get kicked out. It wouldn't surprise him, but he had to try very, very hard to keep his emotions in check. Afterall, Augusta's father was right...Kristopher was a worthless peasant and he knew it.
"Don't judge me by my family and social standing. I know very well where I stand on the totem pole."
A pause.
"Besides, isn't it up to Augusta to decide if I am good enough, not you."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 15, 2009 0:00:48 GMT -5
Augusta kept his head down, not that he wasn't prepared to fight tooth and nail with his father, but it was a gesture of respect, don't look the Alpha in the eyes. It was just a way to be respectful to his father. And the old man knew that, But all the words Kristopher said didn't mean as much, Davingoun Senior just watched his son stand there with his head down. But the next comment did surpsie him.
"Just because your realtionship failed doesn't mean ours will. I've been with Augusta since I was eighteen years old and you, Sir, have no clue what went on during those years. Seeing him off and on is nothing compared to the other things we went through, I am not going to be disloyal to him or anything negative for that matter."
Augusta clenched his fists. The rest of the words didn't matter to the old man, everything else after that meant nothing. But it was a specific set of words that snapped a fuse with the adult.
I've been with Augusta since I was eighteen years old and you, Sir, have no clue what went on during those years.
Davingoun Senior picked up his tea cup and newspaper and looked at his son. " Get out..." Augusta looked up at his father, a questioning look on his face. " I don't hate you for being gay, or for him, " he gestured to Kris, " But I do not tolerate people who hide things from me, you should know better..." The old man turned around and walked to the doors. He stopped then and said loudly, " don't make me tell you twice..." At this Augy looked over at his father then shook his head. " father, don't do this..."
Augy's father turned, " I had one person I love lie to me and hide things from me, she tried to kill the boy I thought was my son... I don't need to add you to the list of people I never want to see..." he said. Augy took a step and then looked like he was about to cry, " Father! Please... don't compare me to her! I--I bwas just s--scared... I--I didn't t--think..."
Davingoun Senior threw his newspaper to the ground, "THAT'S RIGHT YOU DIDN'T THINK!!" Augy moved back, " Father, I'm sorry... just please... try and accept me... t--thats all I w--want..." But all that came back to Augy was,
" Get out of my house..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 15, 2009 0:27:25 GMT -5
" Get out...I don't hate you for being gay, or for him,"
Kristopher stayed where he was, looking at his lover and then to the father that produced him. The younger boy's eyes narrowed even more, he was going from being upset to angry and that was never a good thing with Kristopher. Ever. Augusta had learned when in Wonderland that Kristopher let people have it when angry and soon, Augusta's father was going to fall into that category of people.
" But I do not tolerate people who hide things from me, you should know better... don't make me tell you twice..."
Kristopher's green eyes turned into slits now, he was not liking this conversation. He might not know much French, but he knew enough to get an idea of what was going on and it was something he didn't like at all.
"You're a bit hard aren't you?" He said with a bit of bit. The look on Augusta's face was enough to piss the blond off and the said blond stood. "I might not know French, but I am smart enough to get a good idea what is being said. Have you maybe, just maybe thought that Augusta hasn't told you what happened because he can't?" The blond moved towards the old man slowly with his hands in his pockets.
"I believe you realize I went missing at the age of seven and didn't come back until a few years back. Well, let me make this easy for you. Cause Im done with your attitude to be honest. Where I went, so did your son. I think you know of the black market and child slave operations that take young children from their homes and what not and then sells them off to foreign third world countries and the like? You are a smart frenchman, and I am damn sure you can figure out the facts, if not. I don't care showing off some of the scars I sustained from there and if your so pig headed to shove him off because he hasnt told you something cause he isnt ready for you to know, then well personally and pardon my American. But fuck you and you need to learn to have patients and how to deal with your son better." The blond shook his head and glared at the other man.
"He is hiding nothing, he just can't talk about it and now I can see why he hasn't told you anything yet. You don't want to listen or try to work with him because its a waste of time or you think he is hiding something. Seriously, what the hell could he be hiding thats worth worrying about? He is a smart man, knows how to manage things, he has better taste in things then me and out does me in everything. But at least, at LEAST," Kristopher said now speaking with his hands.
"My mother, of all people and mind you who I personally dispise, would actually not mind what I hide from her and would give me time to settle things before speaking even if she was going to beat me an hour later."
Kristopher shook his head then, "But it doesn't matter, Augusta doesn't need this right now...so I'll make it easy. We will leave and maybe let you think. You got our number." With a bright smile he tilted his head in respect. "It was nice meeting you Sir, and I do wish you well, honestly." Then he reached out and grabbed Augusta by the arm and started to pull him away.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 15, 2009 0:39:16 GMT -5
Davingoun Senior wasn't surprised at the blonds outburst, he stayed blank. The only part that bothered him was what Kris told him about going missing. He wasn't quite sure he believed. But he wasn't going to argue. He knew where this conversation would lead. He had a good feeling his son was going to be dragged off.
"But it doesn't matter, Augusta doesn't need this right now...so I'll make it easy. We will leave and maybe let you think. You got our number. It was nice meeting you Sir, and I do wish you well, honestly."
Augy was in utter awe at Kristopher's reaction, and said the blonds name multiple time to get him to shut up, but the blond ignored him. The grabbed his arm and started to pull him away. Like a scared animal he put his heels on the ground, " Kristopher!! S--stop it!!!" he said loudly but the blond (somehow) was able to drag him around now.
" KRISTOPHER!!! Let me go!!!!" he yelled and pulled back. By then they were in the hallway leading to the main doors,and Augusta didn't have enough balance to hold himself up so, by the laws of gravity he fell down on his ass and then sat there for a second before breaking down and bawling. And he didn't do that little baby-cry thing, he actually sobbed into his hands as he sat on the floor.
Of course, the old man was standing in the room and leaned against the wall, taking off his glasses and throwing them across the room as he listened to his only son cry in the hallway... he couldn't believe his life turned out this way, when he planned it, it was never supposed to be so tragic.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 15, 2009 0:54:33 GMT -5
" Kristopher!! S--stop it!!!"
Kristopher wasn't going to stop, he wanted to get out of this house and take Augusta with him. Kristopher was too angry to think what he did or what he was doing. All he knew was he hated France and he wanted to make Augusta happy, of course he was now failing at that seeing as he yelled at his boyfriends father. But that couldn't be helped.
He dragged the older boy down the hall without a care. " KRISTOPHER!!! Let me go!!!!" No can do, the blonds sickly grip was strong for a change and he was clinging onto the boys arm like a life line. Then gravity took over and everything seemed to fall into place. Augusta fell flat on his ass and the boy cringed. He turned and looked at the frechman and sighed softly. His temper was going away slowly but surely, damn Roberts genes. They were good at getting their owner mad.
The middle Roberts child bent down to his lovers current height and let go of his arm. For a change, Kristopher wasn't carring about public affection and the like. Hell, they probably attracted a crowd of on lookers by now...or at least ease droppers. The blond frown and placed his pale hands against Augusta's face, fully expecting the boy to pull away from him at some point.
"Hey," Kristopher said softly, "It's okay." He leaned his head down, placing a soft kiss on the top of the man's head. "It's okay, Augy." The blond sighed and pulled him into a soft and secure hug, but if he wanted to pull back, he could. Kris was not going to stop him. He soothed the boys hair and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it turned out like this and I know I didn't help it any." He shouldn't of dragged the boy away, but he just couldn't leave him there about to cry infront of his father.
He pulled back slightly and brushed the boy's hair back like a mother would a child and brushed the tears away with his fingers. "It's okay, Davingoun." Kristopher was now concerned for Augusta. This must of been tough on him and Kristopher just had to make it worse. God, the blond felt horrible right about now. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll make you a good dinner. How does that sound?" God he wanted Augusta to stop crying, he hated it when he cried...after all these years the blond still never knew what to do when he cried or how to get him to stop.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 15, 2009 16:42:22 GMT -5
The ebony-haired boy sat on the ground, his knees bent up near his chest, and bawled. He wasn't even really sure why he was crying. Maybe because his dad wouldn't accept him, or that Kris's outburst ruined the chances of the couple ever getting a blessing (if Augusta did get the courage to marry the blond.)
When Augy felt the hands on his face he opened his tear-filled eyes and looked up at the blond. The tears didn't stop though, and the older one didn't pull away.
"Hey, It's okay. It's okay, Augy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it turned out like this and I know I didn't help it any."
Augusta closed his eyes again and said with a shaky voice, " I--I had i--it c--covered..." Augy coughed a bit and let the blond hold him. He sniffed when the blond pushed some slightly damp hair from his face.
"It's okay, Davingoun. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll make you a good dinner. How does that sound?"
Augusta sat there, tears still flowing down his face. He didn't move for a second and then blinked and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, he sniffed again and let out a deep breath. " l--like la--lasanga?" he questioned, his voice still very quite. " I--I like lasanga..." he said, and shook some hair out of his face as he wiped some tear away again.
After a silence, Augusta looked around slowly, mostly for the key-rack. He moved away from the blond and pulled himself to his feet and coughed again. He looked at the many sets of keys for a long time before finally remembering which ones he wanted. He pulled the keys down off the rack and looked over at Kris and sniffed again. There were streaks on his face from crying, but he wasn't crying much anymore. He thought the apartment would be easier to get to in a car (which just happened to be a fararri) then in a limo.
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