Contacts and a Red Robe {Krissy}

[Augusta Davingoun]

It had been barely a week since Augusta had managed to get the Roberts brothers to Paris. They were not very cooperative, and Kris got distracted easily with the limos and private jets and such. Plus he had to get the two out and get them to his personal tailor to have clothes made, or bought, or whatever. But he was happy just knowing he could help. Atonement really.

Augy had set up rooms for Kyle and Kris right next to each other. But Augusta's room was up the large staircase and through double doors. And right now there was a think black curtain over the large glass doors leading to the balcony attached to Augusta's room. Very little light streamed in, but the 'young master' was asleep.

Downstairs the estate was bustling, everyone was busy with something. At around 9am the maids came in and woke up Kris, telling him breakfast was ready. Then they tried to do his hair and such, but they were rejected. Then they decided to wake up Augy. Which was a bad idea. At 9:30am, a maid came running down the stairs bawling.

The head maid looked around. Soon she found Kris and smiled. In the large dining room was were Kris was, eating of course. The head maid walked into the room and bowed at her waist. " Sir... I'd be in your debt if you'd go wake the young master. He doesn't listen to anyone... maybe you would have better luck?" she said and smiled sweetly.

Who knows if Kris going in there would help, but the maids certainly didn't want to go in there themselves. It was dark and scary and the young master was a demon this early in the morning.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Talk about being pulled out a cabin and being thrusted into an estate that had a bathroom bigger then his old bedroom. It was down right scary to be honest and Kristopher had been terrified for over a week about accdentically breaking something. What was worse is that he had watched some anime called, "Ouran High School Host Club" which ironically reminded him of his own issues. Minus the fact he wasn't a girl and he didn't owe a lot of money to a rich ass. But still, he could understand Haruhi pretty well.

But back to the subject, the blond (yes blond due to the fact his dark brown hair dye had finally washed out fully and he was back to being his normal angel blond self) and curly haired boy (He hadn't been allowed to touch an iron as some maid thought he was emo after he burned his arm by accident one day and was officially banned from the devices.) sat at the table with a litle sigh. He wasn't used to such things and his curls where sticking to the side of of his ears and jaw line. It really annoyed him, he so needed a hair cut---or an iron. But that wasn't going to happen.

With a piece of toast between his teeth, because that was all he really wanted due to rich people food making him feel odd, turned to the maid who was bowing at him. He almost choked on his food and hurriedly waved his lanky arms at her, "Ah, no, don't do that it's weird!" He said with wide green eyes, bringin up on leg in his chair that had a rip in his pants at the knee. Yes, even though he was now staying here (for now) he refused to wear anything that cost beyond twenty US Dollars. So, on his body he wore a pair of old stained jeans with a single rip at the right knee and a lone sleeved form fitting shirt with a phenoix tribal pattern on it. Around his neck was the normal beaded choker men wore with little fangs hanging off it and three studs in his ears, on both sides.

" Sir... I'd be in your debt if you'd go wake the young master. He doesn't listen to anyone... maybe you would have better luck?"

"Young Master?" He blinked for a moment and then recalled who they where talking about. "Oh, Mr. Davingoun." He pressed his lips together and gave another sigh, this time of defeat. He really didn't want to get too close to that guy. Handsome or not. But he nodded still, "Alright...um, I guess." Well, he had to do something, these people WERE taking care of him and his sibling. So he stood and left the room, toast in mouth and made his way thorough the maze. Getting lost about five times before he came to Augy's door.

He knocked on it three times, but never got an answer so finally, he stepped into the room, putting one converse foot in front of the other, he got near the man's bed. However, he blinked a few times. "Um, Mr. Davingoun? Um, I was told to wake you up um.." Nothing seemed to work and he barely could see the man in the sheets.

"Hey, get up!" He declared and wanted to leave the room quickly. He tapped his foot on the ground a few times in thought. How to wake this guy up and get out fast? He turned his head and spotted the curtains and a smile came over his face.

Moving to the tall curtains, he lifted his arms and jerked them open quickly, "Rise and Shine, Mr. Davingoun!" He called out, moving to the next window to through it open as well.

[Augusta Davingoun]

When Kris walked into the room Augy didn't move under the covers. He was buried beneath 3 sheets and two huge duck-down comforters. There were maybe 20 some pillows on the California King four poster bed. Augusta's shaggy jet black hair was all that could be seen. He was sleeping on his stomach with his arms wrapped around a pillow so when the blind said something to him he couldn't quite hear it.

"Hey, get up!"

"No..." Was the only noise that erupted from the sheets. Augy shifted only slightly, some maid had gathered outside the doors. Like it was some movie or something. Which to them it kinda was. Augusta's room was huge, it was 2 times the size of Kris's quest room. It held a grand piano in one corner and a huge room for his closet and a couch and bookshelves everywhere but... it was cold in the room... and very... lonely. Like he never had company over. There was another set of double doors that lead to a Roman style bath with a shower as well. Everything was marble and there was even a chandelier above the sofa in his room.

It was ridiculous.

"Rise and Shine, Mr. Davingoun!"

" ARRRGHHH!!!" Augusta yelled loudly at the light that now filled the white room. He sat up in bed quickly, he was wearing boxers but his bare chest was uncovered now as he started to throw pillows at the blond. Oh, about his chest, even though it looked like it was carved out of marble, it had two long scars across it. But they were jagged, like scars from glass. But when Augy realized who it was he stopped in mid-throw, his eyes were not the un-realistic blue that Kris had seen for the past many days, they were black. Almost as black as his hair. He stared wide-eyed at Kris for a second before a small smile came to his face. It would be the first smile Kris would have seen since they met.

" Your hair is... blond... it's very... cute..." the young master said as he reached over to his bedside table and put on a pair of thin, silver framed glasses. " I like it..."

But this is about the longest set of words Augy had said to Kris all week. Augy was very much a clam shell. He never spoke at all, always walked around with a silent pride. And a sour disposition. Augy only looked at Kris with kind eyes when they happened to cross paths in the hall. But Augy was deathly shy. He remembered at dinner once. He was eat and Kris knocked over his glass on purpose and said 'if you keep furrowing your brows like that... you're gonna get wrinkles faster...'

Augusta was shocked when Kris had said it, but he knew he was slowly falling for this... this kid... This poor kid was saying things to him that not even supermodel woman compete with. Sure he had bedded tons of attractive women, more beautiful then any woman Kyle may have seen, but they never made him feel quite as he did when Kris said things like that to him.

It was so odd...

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher's face settled into a frown as he looked at the French man who was stilly sleeping in the bed and telling him no. Oh hell no, no one told him no anymore. Not since he left his families home and no one got away with it (minus Kyle). So, the blond walked over to the next window and jerked it wide open, then when it did nothing, he went to the bed and grabbed a fist full of the sheets and comforter and pulled it as hard as he could! Which led to him pulling a good deal of them blanks after about three tries.

It was about this time Augusta screamed and Kristopher felt the mass of blankets to his chest. He looked surprised for a moment and then his look turned to one of disbelief as a pillow flew past his head. "You're like a fucking five year old boy!" The blond sighed heavily and ducked down as another flew past him, smacking into the wall by the door and making a maid jump.

"The maids had put a lot of time and effort to cook you a meal and the least you could do is get your sorry rich-ass out of bed and eat it." He muttered, however loud enough to be heard still. He stared at the dark haired man and---wait a minute. Kris suddenly looked harder at the man's face, "Huh, contacts..." He whispered in surprise, staring straight onto those black eyes as if he had never seen such a thing before in his life. "Wow...huh..." He looked like a clueless blond right then even though he wasn't.

A shocking event happened! Augusta smile at him, taken back the blond and he held the blankets against him still. Looking more like a child right then and there, an angel boy.

" Your hair is... blond... it's very... cute...I like it..."

DO WHAT?!

The blond huffed a little and turned his head away from him, looking snoody however blushing lightly, "I don't!" he declared with an even voice. "As soon as I can find some dye, It's going back to a dark color." AND HIS CURLS WHERE GOING TO GO AWAY---------as soon as he got un-banned from using the straightener. But he hated how---how---puffy and lively his curls where today, they hadn't been that way until today when he ran out of hair spray to come the things out of his hair and spray it so it couldn't bounce back to life.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta knew Kris was pulling back sheets but when he huffed and pouted like he did Augusta was struck. He was so... adorable.. more so then any person he'd ever seen before. Dammit, maybe he was falling for this kid. That would be... an interesting situation. Considering they were much like the prince and the pauper.

"I don't! As soon as I can find some dye, It's going back to a dark color."

Augusta smiled again, this time he was more coy, more sly... Like a fox really. A very evil fox. A sexy evil fox. A very sexy, evil fox. He pushed the blankets aside and got out of the bed like snake. He walked over to Kris, not really caring about personal space or that he was in his boxers or that this would seriously scare Kris to no end. He got very close to Kris and bent down so he was eye-level with the blond. He got his face just close enough to brush his nose past but didn't. He looked at the blond to confirm what he saw.

" You're blushing..." he said softly, he then lifted a hand and ran it though the blond hair. " It's also... curly..."

Augusta could understand why he wanted to change it. Augy changed his eyes everyday. Augy back up, and looked at Kris with another look on his face. This time it was almost sadness, he looked like small child then, but cute in every right. " Please... don't change it..." he said, his voice very soft this time. Augusta, when Kris first met him seemed like a robot who followed his father's orders like a machine. He was cold, distant and too proper to talk to anyone but his father and some maids. He had never shown Kris that soft smile or his sly smile or his begging glance. But his black eyes seemed true this time.

Augusta was more then he seemed to be, much like Kris.

" Do you not like the contacts? I can change the color... or wear glasses if you think it suits my face better..." Augy offered, that puppy-dog face still there as he turned his head to the side sheepishly. " I'd change anything..."

if you'd just keep talking to me...

[Kristopher Roberts]

The bed squeaked like all beds did when its owners moved. Green eyes slide to glance at Augusta and by that time the man was already by him, which startled Kris slightly. He all but dropped the blanks as Augusta invaded his personal bubble! The blond took a step back, dropping the blankets to the floor.

" You're blushing..."

Blushing? Blushing! Kristopher Roberts was not blushing in the least bit or so he liked to tell himslef even though it was true as the day he was born. He was bright red in the face and his bubble being poked didn't help him at all. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the glasses wearing demon man.

He felt a small tugging on his hair and his eyes went wide as dinner plates! "It's also... curly..." A curl came back to slap him across the face and soon a few others followed when the locks escaped the hand that moved through them.

" Please... don't change it..."

Kris contuined to stare like a doe that had been shocked by a farmers hot wire fence. "O-Okay..." The words came out of his lips without him even knowing what he was saying, let alone agreeing too! But he stayed where he was, staring. But then suddenly he came back to life as a maid giggled. Kris took three steps back and bend down, picking up the blankets, he tossed them back on the large bed. To big for one person.

" Do you not like the contacts? I can change the color... or wear glasses if you think it suits my face better...I'd change anything..."

Oh god. Was he getting hit on?! Oh god he was, and by a rich person!

"Ahh, I don't really care. You're natural color is rather nice too look at and such but---it's whatever you like, Mr. Davigoun." He stated, licking his dry lips and turned to look at Augusta again, then realized for the frist time that Augusta was only in boxers and that he had a very sexy chest, which his eyes where now glued too!

"Ahh, you better find a robe." he said, trying to distract himself away from the bare scared chest that was too damn sexy. He motioned to the closet with his outsteched hand, the sleeve of his shirt moving up to reveal soft pale skin, and an even paler line that disappeared vertically beneath a sweat ban with the Zelda logo on it, a second line directly under that one was far more jagged and rough looking the the sleeker one.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Ahh, I don't really care. You're natural color is rather nice too look at and such but---it's whatever you like, Mr. Davigoun."

Augusta looked back at Kris and his face returned to his normal emotionless look. " It's Augusta... Mr. Davingoun makes me sound... old..." he said softly and then looked to his closet when Kris said he should find a robe. Augusta looked at Kris and then back at the closet. He didn't say a words and he walked in and wrapped a red robe around his waist. He looked out of the closet to see if Kris was still there. He was. Good. Augy walked over to Kris and looked at him. Then he invaded his personal bubble again, He grabbed the boys arm and pushed up his sleeve more.

His skills in seeing the details had not faltered, he could still point out the smallest things. His chest was not completely covered though, but the threat of his boxers was now gone. He stared at the two pale lines on the blonds skin. He frowned deeply at this. He walked forward so that Kris was pinned up against a dresser. " These..." he said and looked back towards Kris's green eyes with his piercing black ones. " Scars... your mother..." Augy never actually said much. He was a very quite lad. " I... I won't let anyone hurt you... " he said and let Kris go but didn't let Kris move away from the dresser. The maids began to gasp and giggle. They were all secretly BL fans.

Augusta kept looking at Kris, with those eyes. They could bore holes into lead if they tried. They were just so dark. " I'll... " he was silent as he looked away. He took a step back and when he stepped into the light he had his eyes closed and by god... he was blushing... just slightly...

" I'll protect you..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" It's Augusta... Mr. Davingoun makes me sound... old..."

Kris rolled his green eyes heavenward. "Whatever." Was all he said to that and lowered his arm and shook his head. Geez, what a morning, maybe he could finish his food now that Augusta was awake. Bring a hand up, he moved a lock of curls behind his ear and turned to leave the room.

He had only taken three steps when Augusta came back, dressed in a fine robe and showing off that amazing chest. God, why couldn't he cover himself, seriously? He opened his mouth to tell him to cover up before the maids dropped dead from seeing him like that. But the words never left his mouth as the older man grabbed his arm and shoved his sleeve up.

Kristopher didn't like that.

"Hey!" He declared in shock and soon turned towards irritation when he was pinned up against the dresser. Kristopher looked at Augusta with deep annoyence and slowly followed his line of vision, what on earth was all this abou---oh. The blond raised a brow at the scars on his wrist and tilted his head back. Great.

"These..."

"Are scars..." Kristopher finished for the adult and looked as if he wanted to either smack Augusta or merely walk away like nothing happened. Course he couldn't do either so he left the boy stumbled over the scars and if his mother did it.

His green eyes met dark ones and nothing was said for a moment. " I... I won't let anyone hurt you... " For a second time, Kristopher rolled his eyes, looked away and put one hand on the dresser. With his wrist free, he was able to place his body sideways, hip resting against the dresser as he crossed his arms and ankle. He was going to be here a bit it seemed.

"Mother had nothing to do with it." He muttered. "So, let me just get it out and straight to avoid all of this late on down the road." He seemed annoyed but not violently so as he was a moment ago. "A failed attempt." He indicated to the frist scar on his wrist as he pointed at it now with unfolded arms. His thin finger tapped at the slender scar, admitting he had tried to kill himself at one point. Then he lowered his finger to point at the second. "Eight years old. Handcuffs, never believe that Mr. Policeman is there to help." He shrugged his shoulders then, finished explaining.

" I'll protect you..."

"I have my brother for that." He stated evenly. Kris didn't need a protector, his older brother Kyle did that well enough. He didn't look at Augusta nor did he pull away from the dresser, he did however, look at the maids and looked at them softly. My, had they been there all this time...oh well. They probably knew his history anyways.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Mother had nothing to do with it. So, let me just get it out and straight to avoid all of this late on down the road. A failed attempt."

Failed attempt... oh...

"Handcuffs, Mr. Policeman was more then happy to use those on a eight year old."

Augusta looked away at that. He stood away from Kris. He was angry... how could someone hurt Kristopher. I guess not everyone felt the same way, when he first saw Kris he knew someone deep inside that he wanted to protect him. He wanted to see the blond smile. But he hadn't seen that all week either. He couldn't bear this feeling any more.

"I have my brother for that."

Augy visually flinched at that, how did the blonds words get so cold? He stepped back from kris, farther away, out of the sunlight, into the shadow. He felt bad now, he felt kinda sick. He wanted to explain, he wanted to say that he understood. He did really... Kris wasn't the only one in this room with an abusive mother. He wanted so badly to say it but... he... he couldn't. He wanted to so badly. But something inside him wouldn't let him say it. From the shadows came Augy's voice again, " Y--You're not the o--only one..." he said softly, " I--I tried... d--different way though..."

Augy shifted in the darkness, putting his arms around his chest. He felt really sick now, really, really sick. Augy turned away from the door were the maids were. " GO AWAY!!" he yelled at them. They all jumped and then looked around before walking off, except one. A small Indian girl, she looked like she was going to cry. He walked into the light-filled room and yelled back, " IF YOU'RE GOING TO TELL THE STORY I WANT TO BE HERE!!!" Augy looked over at her and moved back into the light.

" H--he doesn't care... I--I wasn't going t--to say anything..." he said softly. " I--It's no use... No matter... Mr. Roberts doesn't c--care..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

The blond stayed at the dresser even if Augusta moved away from him and into the shadows. He cocked his head to ones side to see the boy disappearing and caught the flinching. Great, so he was a bit too damn blunt on the matter. Not like he was going to come out and say that his brother was kind of sleep buddy lover thing and protector...it just sounded wrong. It ws touching to know he wanted to protect him, but at the same time Kris didn't want it.

"Get out of the fucking shadows, look, I'm sorry I was a bit harsh there. I don't know how to deal with people very well. My people skills kinda lack in areas. Just been me and Kyle for a very, very, long time. I kinda forget about how other people feel...and they aren't Kyle." Because with Kyle, he was blunt as hell with all day long.

" Y--You're not the o--only one..." he said softly, " I--I tried... d--different way though..."

Kris raised a doubtful brow, "I doubt it's on the same level as what I went through for the first thriteen years of my life." However, he was still curious and it showed in his eyes. Of course, that's when he finally noticed the scares on the other's chest. Hm, so many he had something. Interesting.

But the yelling at he maid got to him a bit, "And DONT fucking YELL at the MAIDS! I don't like that at all!" He snapped quickly as he pushed off the dresser. The reason for this is that he got along with the maids, they were more his type of people. They knew where he came from in the terms of finical needs and such---sure they where FAR better off then he ever was but still---commoners.

He looked back and forth at the maid and then to Augusta, curious and tired at the same time. "If you want to tell me, then do so. I'm not going to push for it." He turned to face Augusta then and stated simply, "Go in the dark again and I'll leave." he warned simply.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I doubt it's on the same level as what I went through for the first thriteen years of my life."

That much was true. But it was bad, just in a different way. A really different way. The scars on Augy were minimal. but the scars on his head were far greater then whatever Kris could imagine. Good thing for medication and shrinks. And for being wealthy enough to afford one. " It...It's not the same..." he muttered.

"If you want to tell me, then do so. I'm not going to push for it. Go in the dark again and I'll leave."

Augy didn't move back into the dark that's for sure. But he felt ill and didn't feel like opening up to Kris just yet. But Katie didn't care. Kris would know Katie semi-well. She was the one who came in and found him burned with the straightener and kinda freaked. She was only 3 years younger then Kris, but was nice and kind like an old lady. He didn't ban him from the straightener, the head maid did, but she helped him with he burn. Katie sighed, " Augy's mother was cheating whore. Augy's dads gone a lot and she started cheating and him when Augy was like, 2 year old. And the bitch got pregnant and gave birth to a bastard child--"

Augy looked at Katie with wide eyes.. " K--Katie!" Katie snapped back, " Shut it!"

Katie then began again, " So, she wanted to cheat again after she gave birth to the kid. So she gave the baby to Augy to look after, and Augy tried really hard but he was only like 3, so he accidentally fell down and hit his head and the baby drowned in the bathtub..." she sighed then, " Now Augy's mom never really loved him so when the baby died she blamed it on Augy and started abusing him. Not really hitting him to much, she did a little, but she mostly screamed at him. My mom was head maid at the time and she tried to help actually raise Augy but by the time he was 4 and fucked up. The chest scars are when his beastly mother threw him into a glass coffee table when he was 4 1/2." She stopped then as tears came to her eyes, " When Augy was five, his mom snuck into his room, this one... and tried to kill him with a butchers knife. My mom was walking by and saw her trying to hurt him and she jumped in. He ran to the closet and my mom fought with her and... and she..." The girl started to cry but she brought herself back together. " His mother didn't go to jail 'till 5 years later when Augy was 10. Up until then, she kept verbally attack pissy-pants over there 'till he turned into that... that thing he is now... all emotionless... He doesn't talk much because when he was young if he said anything she'd hit him or scream at him. " she saighed and wiped her eyes.

" So don't treat him badly because he hurts just as much as you do Kris... He did try to commit suicide more then once. Before we got him to the shrink he'd yell and break things and then start crying... it was horrible... but he's got medication... which I guess makes him like that too..." Katie sighed softly and looked away.

" You're lucky... he never says that much to anyone... let alone talks that much..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher said nothing the whole time the girl had been talking or when Augusta tried to stop it. When she came to an end, the blond put his hands into his pockets. He seemed to be pondering on a few things, then slowly he shrugged his shoulders, "So then he should understand how I feel." He then let his green eyes roam to Katie and then Augusta.

"I don't need someone stalking me or trying to be my so called, 'protector'. I don't need pity from anyone, dont get me wrong. I'm glad he can talk to me and everything and its nice to be here and have a bed to sleep in...but I don't want anyone to think Im so fraigle broken kid who can't hold his own." The blond said gently. He wasn't trying to be rude or mean but he simply didn't know how to put things to words. How could he? It has always been him and his brother and no one else. Kyle understood Kris to the point of not having to exchange words.

So suddenly being brought into this kind of life style and having a rich kid somewhat hit on him---was a bit odd for him. He wasn't used to it, what he was used too was someone trying to buy him from his mother or worse.

"Anyways, I simply came to get him for dinner---not to hear a life story." He paused then, taking a few steps away from the dresser. "I won't share anything I learned to anyone, and I thank you for telling me the story even if it was against Mr----Augusta's will. However, next time, you might want to put his feelings first, before bringing up his past...it must of been painful for him and you." He directed this statement to Katie in a gentle yet stern voice.

Did Kris understand or not, who could tell let alone if he really cared.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I don't need someone stalking me or trying to be my so called, 'protector'. I don't need pity from anyone, don't get me wrong. I'm glad he can talk to me and everything and its nice to be here and have a bed to sleep in...but I don't want anyone to think I'm so fragile broken kid who can't hold his own."

Augusta just sort of watched Kris, the blonds words barreling holes into him. He got the sudden urge to go back to bed and hopefully never wake up. But he had to wonder to himself, why did Kristopher's words matter so much to him? Why did he even care? He still didn't know. Augusta let his gaze fall to the thick white carpet, " Of course... I apologize..." he said, a familiar tone coming back to his voice, monotone. " I was unaware of how you felt... I'll take it into consideration..." he said, his voice completely void of emotion. He lifted his head to show off that blank face. He had taught himself to be a blank slate so he could survive among to rich and famous. He followed his father's orders and never once strayed from the logical and rational. Well, not 'till this morning.

"Anyways, I simply came to get him for dinner---not to hear a life story. I won't share anything I learned to anyone, and I thank you for telling me the story even if it was against Mr----Augusta's will. However, next time, you might want to put his feelings first, before bringing up his past...it must of been painful for him and you."

Augusta walked to Katie after Kris spoke and banished her outside the room. The Frenchman looked at Kristopher and sighed, " There's no need Mr. Roberts, you would have come across the knowledge sooner or later... Ah, please tell the staff I'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes...I believe I should give them the decency of wearing decent clothes..." He said in the usual blank voice that Kris was familiar with. Then he vanished into his walk-in closet for a considerable while.

Katie beckoned Kris back to the dining room. She only wanted to help.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" There's no need Mr. Roberts, you would have come across the knowledge sooner or later... Ah, please tell the staff I'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes...I believe I should give them the decency of wearing decent clothes..."

The boy stopped at the bedroom door and turned, hand on the side of the door. "Kristopher." He stated aftera moment of silence. "If I am calling you by your frist name, I would rather you call me by my frist name---it sounds more--friendly." He coughed lightly and turned his head away.

"I didn't mean to sound cruel. I just...don't deal with others well. I am used to being with my brother who can read me easily and so I don't have to explain my feelings or thoughts." He slowly licked his bottom lip, tryin to think a free hand grasped his curls and pulled on them slightly.

Geez, he felt like a true bastard and it bothered him and he wasn't sure why at all. He felt like he needed to fix something, fix Augusta. He was broke like him afterall, wasn't he?

"Look. If you ever want to talk to me or something you can--and maybe--we can hang if you like. I know you are busy a lot and I'm just kind of a flak here and homeless and stuff. So, I understand if you don't want too---ahh anyways. Nevermind, I'll see you down stairs..." The teenager then turned and left, but not without saying.

"I like your glasses."

With that, he was gone and moving back to the dinning room to finish breakfeast. God, he was such an idiot. "My people skills suck....I'm turning into Kyle."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Kristopher. If I am calling you by your frist name, I would rather you call me by my frist name---it sounds more--friendly."

" Of course... my apologies Kristopher..."

"I didn't mean to sound cruel. I just...don't deal with others well. I am used to being with my brother who can read me easily and so I don't have to explain my feelings or thoughts."

Augusta stood in front of a desk and started to put on his watch, his very expensive Rolex watch. He looked over and sighed, " It's fine... Under your current situation I wouldn't expect anything less... Social capabilities are also far beyond me... I have never been good at it either..." his voice still very proper and emotionless. He could understand, but right now his mind was on auto-pilot. He just agreed with everything and did as he was told. Just like how he had been living his life since he was like... 6.

"Look. If you ever want to talk to me or something you can--and maybe--we can hang if you like. I know you are busy a lot and I'm just kind of a flak here and homeless and stuff. So, I understand if you don't want too---ahh anyways. Nevermind, I'll see you down stairs..."

Augusta looked over slightly, pushing up his glasses. " Um... yeah... I guess... sure" he was caught off guard. He looked away, " I might have some time today...maybe lunch of something..." He said softly, he was unsure about everything. He was sure why this homeless blond made him feel the way he did. But if it was love, he wouldn't know. Augusta had never loved anyone. Sure he shared a bed, bit he never loved a single one. And he surely didn't love his evil parents either. He then began to get hungry.

"I like your glasses."

He turned his head to look at Kris right before he left, but as soon as the kid said that, Augy's pale face turned into the brightest shade of red possible. He took off his glasses and sat them down and walked to his closet. His put his hands over his cheeks to see if they would cool down. " that kid..." he said darkly, " He's so damn confusing... first he's mean and then... t--then THIS!" he said and looked at the mirror on the wall of his closet-room. His face was SOOO red at the moment. Soon the maids came in and started getting him dressed. White dress shirt, black vest, gold tie, black suit pants, black suit jacket, dress shoes, gold cuff links, gold tie pin, and two collar pins (a french flag and the companies logo). The maids smoother back his slightly shaggy black locks, and one maid handed him his contacts. He stared at them for a second and shook his head. " Glasses..." he muttered, and soon the maid came back with a shiny pair of silver, thin-framed glasses. Slipping then he headed down stairs.

If any song couple be played at the time of Augy's entrance to the kitchen, it would have defiantly been "Sharp-Dressed Man" by ZZ Top. If Kris thought he was attractive in a hoodie and jeans, he looked even more drop-dead gorgeous in a suit. If Kris stuck with him, then he might see Augy in a tux, and woman ripped off their clothes for that! The Frenchman sat across the table from Kris and a maid brought him the days paper, a cup of coffee (black of course), and told him his breakfast would show up soon.

" Morning Kristopher..."