Thought Process (Open)

[Kristopher Roberts]

The youngest and only blond son of the three Roberts children was sitting in the middle of the long staircase that was used to go to one of many floors of the Palace. The blond was not working nor was he doing any task of any kind. No, the blond was taking a break from the pressures of life and merely sitting idly without any regard to what was going on around him.

The blond leaned forward, resting his chin against the back of his thin and rough hands from years of work. His green eyes focused on nothing, however his mind was buzzing lively.

He had so much on his plate currently that he wasn't sure how to deal with them all. The return of Corvus, Augusta's recovery and now building insecurity. The truth of his siblings relationship, the fall of it and now the sudden note that his older brother was prepared to take his own life because of the breakup. Kristopher had been lucky enough to keep his brother from committing such an act. But now, what must he think of Sarah? Was she trying to destroy what family they had left? Apparently so, for the thought of incest had not bothered him, but the end result did.

Slowly, he raised a hand to his race and ran it up and down the tired and yet young face of his. God, what was he to do about all these new messes? Let alone the boogie war over him between Corvus, Naelona and Sin? Sometimes he wondered if his life would of been easier if he didn't do a damn thing and just listened to everything the boogies told him.

Well, he suppose life couldn't get any worse right? He would just have to watch everything he did, take every word to heart and make sure his brother was still living and breathing. Kristopher didn't want to lose anymore family that he had, this included Augusta.

"Why do I get all the bad luck?" asked the uke softly, his thing hand running through his thick curls that was held back in a lose ponytail at the nap of his neck. "Maybe I just need to find a girl for my brother, or at least a guy...something to keep him around. As for the others...I'll just have to solve that myself. Keep Drama Queen away from Jealous Queen." He muttered the last part to himself, leaning back on the strong stairs, Kristopher closed his eyes.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta rarely got moments of peace. When it came to life, Augusta was either working or sleeping, while all the while trying his best to avoid an awkward conversation with beloved Kristopher. It wasn't that Augy wanted to avoid the blond, but he found it easier to cope with current situations if he just avoided the subject all together. Plus, under Kristopher Roberts's knowledge, things were getting horribly worse between Augusta and his flaming gay master.

But Augusta did do things that his blond counterpart would notice. He stayed out 'till late hours of the night, mostly because of stress and fights. It was much like a violent game of dominoes. When Jouhnin found out Augusta was well, he became stricter, punishing the slave somewhat, and once Augusta was on a tighter leash, he rebelled and there comes the violence. Stressed Augy equals an angry Augy, and when people (mostly Boogies) piss him off, fights occur. But he knows how much it hurts Kris when he comes home all roughed up, so Augusta had been staying out later and later, slowly cleaning himself up and trying to look not nearly as beaten as before.

But the whole Corvus deal. Wow, that's a issue right there. The Watchmaker wasn't sure who or what to believe anymore. He felt like the only person he could trust to act the same was Piper, who he started spending a lot of time with since this whole Crovus thing happened. He wasn't quite sure if he was angry or depressed. To think that Kris could possibly have feelings for someone else seemed... frightening. He didn't think Kris would leave him, no he hoped to god Kris wouldn't. But still, first Sin's late-night escapades and who knew what this 'Corvus' wanted from his blond counterpart...

"Why do I get all the bad luck?"

Suddenly reality kicked back in and Augusta finally remembered what he was doing. He was going back to the room, but when he was supposed to turn he kept walking. He seemed relaxed but his mind was chaotic and stressed and half of the time he wasn't sure were to go or what to say. Sometimes he almost forgot his own name, he was too busy trying to fix... fix something that had been messed up before he came to this hellish place. That's when the voice drew hi in. How could that boys voice ring so loudly in his head, who knew. But as the older and considerably darker-haired man stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at the blond's back, a smile was hard to stop.

"Maybe I just need to find a girl for my brother, or at least a guy...something to keep him around. As for the others...I'll just have to solve that myself. Keep Drama Queen away from Jealous Queen."

Augusta had just gotten into a fight only fifteen minutes earlier, which might be why he was wondering the palace, to keep himself out of trouble. But he could already feel his face bruised. There was a cut above his eye and from the bottom of his cheek to his hairline on the left side was making a wonderful masterpiece of bruising. His knuckles were rough, dirty, bleeding and cracked, blood under his nails he softly stepped down the stairs and dropped himself lazily onto the stairs next to the blond. He laid his head back, the taste of iron still lingered in his mouth, he must have bit his tongue in that fight. He put his hands on his face, his palms were rough, 17 years of hard labors does that, he had calluses on his palms and his face seemed soft compared to his hands.

" Guess I'm the drama queen right?" he asked, his voice was full of regret, exhaustion, longing mostly. Augusta looked like... well... he looked like he had gotten into a pretty rough fight. But even though things weren't steady between him and his fiance right now, he needed Kristopher. Right now, when he hurt he needed that voice.

Even if it scolded him.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Guess I'm the drama queen right?"

Kristopher slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards the love of his life. "Yes," he admitted slowly. "I have told you that many times." However, unlike Augusta, Kristopher had no urge to smile or reason too. The blond was a smart lad and he knew he was on rocky ground with his future husband. But what could he do about it? Kristopher always had to worst luck in things.

The blond did not look surprised to see Augusta in the shape he currently was in at the moment. This was normal even though it pained Kristopher to see Augusta in such a way. Afterall, the dark haired lover promised him that he would stop fighting, stop coming home like a beaten dog. But it was a promise that was empty. Augusta could never come home uninjured much as like Kristopher could never come home "clean" as it were.

So, the blond merely sat up and looked down at his love. His face empty and without any real emotion like it used to be. A sign prehaps of the cold Kristopher coming to life, but it lasted only for a moment. His eyes softened even though no smile touched his lips still. He raised his right hand and placed it gently on the side of his lover's face, turning his head slowly to look at the forming mark. Then his hand moved, coming to rest on the bloody knuckles.

Fighting. As always. But Kristopher said nothing about the wounds. Instead he brought his hand back to rest on his lap, hands clasped together between his opened legs. He looked down at the stairs then, sighing.

"I need to learn to sew, so I can fix your shirts." Was all he said, after his eyes glanced a moment at his lover's attire. As always, Augy's close looked like hell after a fight. Ripped. Toren and always bloody. "Save money and trading items." He stated as a matter of fact, his fingers brushing over his engagement watch.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta let his bloodied hands rest in his lap, he said nothing about the Drama Queen business. He was worried, Kris was becoming somebody different and so was he. Kris seemed more, emotionless now, and Augusta was obviously more violent. What was going to happen to them, would age make them crazy? Or maybe as the years went by they would spread apart. That scared him the most. He would never want to stop caring for Kristopher, but he's just been so angry lately, so frustrated. He felt trapped like a mouse or rat in a hole too small for them. He felt stuck in this situation he couldn't remove himself from. Between a rock and a hard place.

Augusta felt the cold hand on his face and opened his nearly black eyes. He shifted his head, he didn't smile as he stared into those stunning green orbs. His face was not emotionless, far from it, but more like the face of a dog after it's been beat, a fearful guilt. " I'm sorry..." he said softly, about the fight, and looking like he did. " I tried not to... I... I just lost my temper..."

When the touch left from his hands he almost cried. He wanted that touch back. He really did but... Things just didn't seem right. He felt like there was an ocean between him and the blond, even if in reality Kris wasn't even a foot away. Then he looked down at his hands he flexed his fingers, flinching at the pain. He rubbed his right thumb over his left hand and felt the cuts, the bruise on his face was surely going to hurt later, tomorrow for sure. He ran his thumb over forcefully, a sharp pain running up his wrist. He didn't flinch then, he just stared at his hands in silence. He had killed with his hands, no wonder Kyle didn't like him. Maybe Kyle was right, maybe Augy is dangerous.

"I need to learn to sew, so I can fix your shirts. Save money and trading items."

" No..." that was Augusta's first reaction. " I need to stop... stop fighting..." he said and lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck. " If I stopped... then it'd be less stress on you... you wouldn't have to worry about me... You need less stress right now..." he said, his voice soft. But the tone was strong, " I... I keep doing these things and it's not helping you any. And I... I've been so angry lately and I don't even know why... After I killed those Boogies in the fire, something happened, and now this guy shows up and... and... " he stopped and buried his face in his hands. He bottled up all this tension and needed a release. " I... I can't stop... once they get me angry I can't even control myself..." he said, his voice slightly muffled through his hands. " And... and now I can't trust anyone..." he lifted his head just slightly, " I want to trust you Kris, I really do but... my mother... Jouhnin... I just can't, not anybody... not ever..." Augusta out his head back into his hands, he didn't cry, he wanted to but he didn't. He ran his hands through his hair before sitting up slowly.

" I love you... I'm just... I--I'm incapable of trusting people... Too many times have I b--been hurt by someone w--who says they care... I just give up... T--they always lie... I a--always end up h--hurting..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

"I know." Was all the blond could say about the fighting and the temper. Augusta always had a nasty little temper when he was pushed. Luckily, Kristopher never had been a big part in his rage in the terms of being threatened or harmed by his lover. Which he knew, Augusta never would do. So, he never worried about it. However, he was still worried about the dark haired man getting hurt.

And Kristopher was the one causing all the pain for Augusta. Causing him to get mad, upset and down right emotional wreck. But Kristopher didn't know how to fix it. In fact, he had been trying to figure out how and then with the sudden findings of his siblings...issue was making life trickey. He had to keep an eye out on his big brother, Augusta and now others. Stress was the least of Kristopher's issues.

But the blond said nothing as he listened to Augusta rant, and say what he wanted too. He did not look at the other as he lowered his face into his hands. Although, he wished he did, to have something to look at for the words that came out of his lovers mouth made him flinch.

" And... and now I can't trust anyone..." he lifted his head just slightly, " I want to trust you Kris, I really do but... my mother... Jouhnin... I just can't, not anybody... not ever..."

The blond bit on his lower lip in silence, a stray hand reaching for his curl that came lose in his ponytail and rested against the side of his head. The blond pulled at it and twisted it about his fingers and then pulled down on it again. Augusta couldn't trust him? Him! Kristopher! Well, he supposed he could see why, but Kris would never cheat on him, ever!

"I understand--" the blond spoke in a low voice, trying so hard not to be affected by the others words. So, Augusta was losing faith in him so soon? All because of that one encounter with Corvus. "--and I'm sorry." Kristopher managed to say after a long pause.

How was he to explain to Augusta that Corvus was the past? Yes, Kristopher still had a crush on him. Who didn't still care for their first love? The blond couldn't help at getting flustered around the much older man. He was always like that since he was nothing but a child when he met Corvus. Kristopher couldn't find the words to speak and so his hand tightened its hold on his curl, pulling sharply at it, however Augusta would not be able to see this due to the angle he was currently at.

All of this was Kris' fault and now he was ruining everything...wasn't he?

"I'll fix it." He muttered, "I'll fix it all." He so wanted to beg Augusta not to lose faith in him. To trust him. But he couldn't. He just couldn't say the words. How could he?

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta could feel it welling up inside of him. This urge to cry but scream at the same time. He wasn't sure what to believe, he couldn't even think straight. Everything was so crazy and he couldn't take it. He didn't want to be mixed up anymore. For once he needed his life to be black and white. He hated being that gray spot. He didn't want to blur the line anymore. And this silence, he hated this silence. He hated how he would talk and then Kris wouldn't say a word, or vise versa. The silence broke him, he wished he could have held it in further but before Kris said he would fix it, Augy felt the warm water run down his face.

Furiously he tried to wipe it away with his hands but the tears kept flowing. He felt like a girl when he cried all the time, he didn't even want to cry, not here, not in front of Kristopher. Kris had seen him in tears over the littlest things, but not over something this big. Augy heard Kris say he'll fix it but Augy slammed his hand on the stair beneath him. " You can't!! It's me!! You haven't done anything wrong, It's my fault!!" he said, almost angry. He tried to finish but his weeping only continued. " This... it's inside my head and... and I can try as hard as I can but... I cannot change..." he started to make futile attempts to wipe away the tears.

" God... you haven't d--done anything w--wrong Kris... I--I know y--you won't c--cheat... I--I'm j--just too m--messed u--up... I---I don't t--think I--I can be f--fixed..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" You can't!! It's me!! You haven't done anything wrong, It's my fault!!"

The blond visibly flinched at the words and the sound of Augusta punching something that Kristopher didn't bother to look at. His pale and bony hand flinched the lock of hair in his hand harder and pulled on it almost to the point of pulling it out.

" God... you haven't d--done anything w--wrong Kris... I--I know y--you won't c--cheat... I--I'm j--just too m--messed u--up... I---I don't t--think I--I can be f--fixed..."

He couldn't look at Augusta, not now. "Then what do you want me to do? I'm not an idiot Davingoun. I know you are getting into fights cause your mad and frustrated at me. Cause of Corvus. If that kiss didn't happen, you wouldn't be flipping out like this. It's not all in your head like you claim it to be." The blond spoke in a clam voice even though in reality, he was shaking as much as Augusta was crying in his rage and fucked up self.

Kris was trying so hard to wear the pants in this issue, but it seemed like he wouldn't be able to keep them on much longer. "You have to tell me things, what I should do. Rather then throw a fit and hit things or boogies. If your upset, come to me. Not a monster of a boogie."

The blond took a deep breath and closed his green eyes for a moment before turning to look at Augusta. "Even though you say I won't cheat, you act like I will or rather have. Just cause of a kiss he gave me."

It was best to let the cat out of the bag while they where on the subject here...

"So for instance, let's say if he summons me like Sin does, I can't say no to it and I can't promise I won't like it. So would you call me a cheater then, or merely doing my job as a slave? You hold things too me like this and yet, I don't hold them against you when your with your Master or anyone else that might fancy you. Unlike you, I physically can't fight them. So, I give in rather then be slapped about."

"I love you to death, but you don't have much faith in me! At all! You freak out at the smallest things. So what would happen if something bigger happened? Huh? I'm not going to leave you, but you always give that hint of leaving me if something goes wrong. If Naelona calls me you get angry, if Sin summons me you are pissed off for a week! So what if Corvus calls me? What are you going to do then? Just drop me like a ton of bricks cause you suddenly think I am going to leave you for an old crush?"

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta didn't cry nearly as hard as he would normally, but something in him told him to leave, just get up right now. But he didn't he sat there. At first the words Kris said didn't register in his mind, but soon everything fell into place. But as said earlier, it's like a violent game of dominoes. Except it's ten times more risky when your dealing with this couple.

"Then what do you want me to do? I'm not an idiot Davingoun. I know you are getting into fights cause your mad and frustrated at me. Cause of Corvus. If that kiss didn't happen, you wouldn't be flipping out like this. It's not all in your head like you claim it to be."

Augy lifted his head and wiped away some tears. Wait... How the hell does Kris know whats going on in his head?! How did he know everything?! Who died and made him a psychic?! What right did Kris have to just out something on him like that?

"You have to tell me things, what I should do. Rather then throw a fit and hit things or boogies. If your upset, come to me. Not a monster of a boogie."

Augy wanted to stand up and just scream, he wanted to just... he didn't even know anymore. How are you supposed to tell someone what to do when you can barely tell yourself what to do. And who said he was using monsters as a was to release stress anyway!? Kris just made this up, it was a right guess, but still... he was a being ridiculous. And by this time the tears were fading and being replaced slowly.

"Even though you say I won't cheat, you act like I will or rather have. Just cause of a kiss he gave me."

That was it.

" YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE IT BACK!!!"

"So for instance, let's say if he summons me like Sin does, I can't say no to it and I can't promise I won't like it. So would you call me a cheater then, or merely doing my job as a slave? You hold things too me like this and yet, I don't hold them against you when your with your Master or anyone else that might fancy you. Unlike you, I physically can't fight them. So, I give in rather then be slapped about."

Augy looked at Kris for a second before standing up. " Last time I checked you weren't me so how are you supposed to know that this isn't all in my head! And at this rate, I really don't care what he does!! And I didn't want Sid to do anything, in fact if I could kill him I would, I'd kill all of them!!" he yelled, anger boiled over. " I NEVER HELD ANYTHING AGAINST YOU!! " He finished that and put a hand to his head, he took a deep breath.

" And last time I checked, what my master does to me is rape, so how could you ever hold something like that against anyone? Sometimes I can't physically fight anything either!! How about you go ask Jouhnin what I did when he had me on that table!! I was far from fighting back!!"

"I love you to death, but you don't have much faith in me! At all! You freak out at the smallest things. So what would happen if something bigger happened? Huh? I'm not going to leave you, but you always give that hint of leaving me if something goes wrong. If Naelona calls me you get angry, if Sin summons me you are pissed off for a week! So what if Corvus calls me? What are you going to do then? Just drop me like a ton of bricks cause you suddenly think I am going to leave you for an old crush?"

Every word hit him like rocks, like he was being hit every time Kris said something. Augy clenched his fists, his jaw tightened. He could feel his nails slowly digging cuts in his palms. " I CAN'T HELP IT!!! I'm sorry I freak out over the smallest things, I'm sorry I can't put enough faith in you! But this is how I am!! I get angry, I get jealous, I get protective. I'm a bastard, I KNOW IT ALREADY! "

Augy looked at his wrist and sighed. He stared at the floor for a second before he started to undo his watch. Slowly, painfully slow. " And if Corvus calls you... I don't care... It won't be my problem anymore..." He said softer this time. " You'll never have to worry about me fretting over little things and getting protective of you anymore."

He took the watch and looked at it for a second before trowing at Kris's feet.

" I...I--I can't do this... I'm d--done... we're over... "

[Kristopher Roberts]

" YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE IT BACK!!!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TOO!" Kristopher snapped back as he pointed at Augusta. "What do you think I would do?! My crush since I was a little boy kissed me! But I pulled the hell away and told him NO!" God, he couldn't believe how this was turning out.

"I would love to kill them all, but thats rather hard and what do you think its called when he calls me? Fun-Time-With-Sin?! But you always give me a dirty look! I can't tell if its me or the boogie your so pissed at cause you never tell me! And instead of asking, how about I put a knife in his eye?" Kristopher put a hand to the side of his head. Okay, he really didn't need to get angry. No, he had this coming. So be a big boy and just take it.

"I never called you a bastard, you're putting words into my mouth, Augusta." Okay take a deep breath, let it out...don't get mad. "I just want you to stop freaking out and be more logical on things...that's a--" He suddenly paused. Wait. What was Augusta doing? Why was he undoing the watch?

" I...I--I can't do this... I'm d--done... we're over... "

Wait. What?

Kristopher had to stop and regather his thoughts as he looked down at the watch at his feet. Off? Over? Wait, no, Kristopher didn't want that. He wanted Augusta. He didn't want him to do this, Kristophter just wanted to make a point, and--and---wait what did he do now? Standing in a moment of shock, Kristopher's face suddenly went very pale. He looked down at the watch and then up at Augusta. "A-Augusta?" Was he really doing this?

"No, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean---I--y--your not really leaving...are you?" The blond suddenly lost all his flair with his stuttering, stupid response as he reached a hand out to touch Augusta's shoulder, as if that would somehow change his mind.

But this was all Kristopher's fault. Wasn't? He had to open his big fat mouth, but he didn't think...it would cause this to happen! Not to cause Augusta to leave him...like this..."

"A-Augy..."

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta could feel his heart breaking as that watch hit the floor, even though it wasn't the original it still meant something. It was still... important... He loved Kristopher. He didn't want to do this, in fact this hurt him so much to tell Kris that it wasn't 'us' anymore. And the look on the blonds face cracked his heart again. The voice that said his name broke it in two. But he couldn't do this. He couldn't go through a relationship that made him so insecure. He didn't want anyone to second-guess him or not believe him.

"No, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean---I--y--your not really leaving...are you?"

Augusta was still standing and facing Kris when he let out his stutter of words. " Quit talking like that... it's pathetic..." he said darkly and pulled away from Kris's hand. He was angry. Hurt. No... Augy was hurt. This proved that anyone who says they love you... always hurts you. " And yeah, I'm leaving, hopefully I won't have to take this from you anymore..." he said and walked up a couple steps, each step hitting him harder then the bruise on his face.

"A-Augy..."

Augy stopped at this. He felt his heart ache, it felt like 100 pounds in his chest. He wanted to fall back down the steps. The weight killed him. But then he remembered what Kris just did. Tried to blame him and misjudge him. Kristopher needed to learn to maybe... accept people for their flaws. And not be so harsh and blunt about everything. Think he for speak. So the dark-haired man turned around and pointed a finger at the blond.

" Don't you ever call me that... It's Augusta... "

And those last words were dark, darker then Kris would EVER hear Augusta's voice. Augusta never wanted to hear that nickname because the blond at the bottom of those stairs gave him that name.

And right now, thats the last thing he wanted to be reminded of. At least... for now...

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Quit talking like that... it's pathetic..."

Kristopher suddenly closed his hand as into a fist, as if he had been slapped and pulled his hand away from the other. Staring at him, searching his face for something, anything. But he didn't see anything but rage and pain hidden behind it. His hands suddenly dropped to hide behind his back, his thin fingers roughly pulling at the fabric of his long sleeved cotton shirt. He kept pulling at it. Pulling so hard on the fabric.

"I'm sorry." He managed to whisper out, trying not to cry. Kristopher Roberts was not to type to try. It really wasn't in his nature, so he lowered his head, his eyes staring at the watch as if it could tell him the secerts to the world, to Augusta.

" And yeah, I'm leaving, hopefully I won't have to take this from you anymore..."

The blond flinched and pulled away from the other, leaning into the wall of stairs as if it would offer him a safe haven. But it had nothing to offer him. His fingers crawled up his shirt, tugging, pulling, mamming the poor fabric and making it disfigured behind his back. His nails dug into the fabric to keep him steady. Kristopher could handle this, right? This happened before. Augusta would come back, they would make up and everything would be fine. Fine as frogs hair! Yes, yes, just keep telling yourself that. He thought that line over and over in his head.

But then suddenly his heart stopped as Augusta turned to look at him. A false hope that Augusta would say he forgave him.

" Don't you ever call me that... It's Augusta... "

If the sound of a window shattering could be heard, Kristopher wondered if his heart sounded like that when Augusta said such words. But Kristopher slowly nodded. As if accepting this, but he didn't. But he was trying not to lose it, not to break down, not to cry. But his poor shirt was being torn at the sleeves, his finger nails where working into it, tugging and pulling.

He did not look up as Augusta walked up the stairs. Kristopher stood where he was for a very long time. Then slowly, he bent down and picked up the discarded watch. He looked at it for a moment, chewing on his tongue to keep himself in check. "Alright. Davingoun it is then...but I'm still keeping this." he said softly, knowing Augusta more then likely wouldn't hear him. So without another word, Kristopher put on the discarded watch on his other wrist.

"Well," he chuckled sadly, "At least I match..." Pathetic. He should of just kept his mouth shut...never said a word. But he was at fault, not Augusta. But now, the other wanted nothing to do with him. So it was time to return to how things where in the past. Standing, Kristopher went down the last few stairs.

He best find a chore to do...one that would take him forever to complete...and not talk to his patents again. Ever.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta took those last few stairs as a death march. Only his dream didn't come true when he was still alive at the last step. He slowly turned the corner, walking. He didn't stop for awhile. He walked until he knew Kris wouldn't hear. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked down at his wrist. He rubbed the spot were his watch should be. He felt naked without it. He was ashamed of what he did.

But... he needed his space. He could live without Kris right? Yeah... he could. But his words, and Kristopher nodding at him. It replayed in his mind and he knew Kristopher nodded, but Kris didn't accept, Kris was just doing it to keep himself from crying. But the blond never cries, so it's not surprising that he'd try and keep himself from doing so. But Augusta on the other hand, was very different.

The dark-haired man leaned up against the left side wall of the hallways he was in. He slowly pulled off his glasses and put them into his pocket before he let everything go. He didn't cry or bawl... he wept. He put his hands on his face and his legs fell out from under him and soon he was on his knees, crouched over and sobbing. Tears poured down his face, he could drown an army if he tried hard enough. Augusta sat there before slowly, he just gave up. His whole body was like a liquid as he slumped over onto his side, laying on the carpet on his side. Nobody would bother him, not tonight. He had a feeling that everyone would pass by him. Which right now was a good thing. Because most likely, Augusta would sleep here.

"A-Augy..."

It rang in his head over and over and over like a church bell at noon. Softly he repeated, " No... It's Augusta..." every time. It was his only, going-crazy, losing-his-mind response.

[Kristopher Roberts]

No the owner of two watches, sighed softly as he wondered through the area. He had no idea what to do at this point. But he didn't want to go home right now and so he went to the only place he could think of that would keep him busy. By leaving the palace he went down into the hospital for the humans. He smiled softly at the volunteers that helped him in his work as well with others.

But Kristopher did not go straight to work to see about if the hospital needed to him. He merely went to a small room in the hospital that he dubbed as his office. Closing the door softly behind him, the blond sat down in the old falling apart chair. Pulling out a chart he opened it and looked down at it. But he didn't write even though he picked up a pencil to try and do something.

Sighing, he just let the pencil fall back on the desk and put a hand over his youthful face. He wasn't crying, he was just---unsure of what to do now. Perhaps the blond was merely in denial? Maybe that was it. "I'm such a retard." He muttered to himself. "But I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later."