Back Again

[Abel Cunningham]

Abel was glad for the excuse to see Kris again, but this was not the way he would have chosen to do it. His eyebrow had been busted open. This time, he hadn't even done anything! Well, okay, he might have back talked a boogie, but he was trying to molest a girl who wasn't even his slave. Not that that mattered. He would have interfered, regardless of who's slave it was. Some things just shouldn't be done to a defenceless lass.

Abel's boogie always told him that, one of these days, his blatant disrespect for the way things were would get him into serious trouble. So far, he'd been able to slide on by because of who his boogie was. That might not be the case forever, though. And, today, he might well have made an enemy. Boogies could be dangerous when they decided you were an enemy. Some of them were subtle, and could get around the protections his boogie had for him. He hoped this one wasn't one such boogie.

Not that it mattered. Even if he'd known, he wouldn't have chosen a different path. Some things just needed to be defended.

Abel walked into the hospital, and looked around with the one of his eyes that wasn't full of the blood still trickling down his busted brow. He found one of the nurses who he'd come to know, and walked up to her. "Oi! Is the Pirate Captain in, today? I think I might need some advice on where to get an identical eye-patch."

The nurse started to laugh, until she saw Abel. Her expression then went to concern, and she lead him into the back, asking if he was alright. "Aye, lass," Abel responded. "I've had a lot worse, I promise ya."

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Yes and you will get more then just one messed up eye if you keep referring to me as Pirate Captain or in any other form other then my real name." Came Kristopher's voice as he came around the corner, his white tank top did little to cover the sleeve tattoos on his arm and the few that could be seen on his neck. His normal ripped pants where on, long blond hair tied back in a messy pony tail. He narrowed is single working eye at Abel and motioned for the volunteer nurse to leave.

Kristopher did not approach Abel, instead he leaned against the door frame, studying the other carefully for a long moment. A sigh escaped his lips as he came into the room. "God, what is with you and Augusta?" He asked, voice full of irritation. "You two just have to go and sling your fist around dont you?"

Ah, bad day at the hospital it seemed or maybe it was because his left arm was heavily bruised on the forearm from him running into objects and tables still. But he made no complaint about it as he stood before Abel, grabbed him by the chin and pulled him down to his level, staring at the cut. Yes, the blond was having a very bad and very tiring day. After a moment, he released the boys chin and turned towards the near by counters to find some cotton and a band aid.

"But you won't be needing a patch, just a band aid for that cut. It will heal fine on its own." He remarked, his back towards Abel.

[Abel Cunningham]

Abel raised his eyebrows in surprise as Kris suddenly threatened his other eye. Yikes! Apparently, Abel had picked the wrong time to get a bloody eye. Shame that boogie couldn't have waited until tomorrow to try and molest that slave. Oh, well. Maybe this could be turned around. Abel had had luck in the past at diffusing such situations. Though, he was still new at handling Kris. As such, he decided to play it naturally.

Abel allowed himself to be manhandled by Kris, if such a term could ever be used to describe something Kris did. He could tell that Kris wasn't exactly happy, at the moment. Of course, that wasn't hard. "Had a rough day, La . . . erm, Doctor Roberts?" He smiled at the blonde. Abel had felt a connection to the boy from the moment he saw him. The fact that Kris was having a bad day just made him want to make it better.

"So, just a band-aid? That doesn't sound like a whole lot o' fun. Maybe you can write on the report that it's something else, and we could make interesting uses of your supplies." Not even Abel quite knew what he meant by that. It was for Kris to let his imagination run wild with. Who knows. Maybe the young doctor could come up with a more interesting interpretation than Abel could. The main point was just to make Kris forget about the bad parts of the day. "At the very least, you could use it as an excuse to see me without my shirt, again."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher turned back to Abel and once again brought him down to Kristopher's eye level. Without a word, he cleaned the wound carefully. Even though his words and expression were rough, his touch remained as soft as ever. "Rough is just a broad term for my day, Abel." Kristopher stated with a small sigh, he was trying to be a bit nicer then he had been a moment.

He paused for a moment as Abel stated the use of medical supplies in a new way. "Really now..." he stated as he blinked at the dark haired boy, raising a brow in confusion and then after a moment, he shook his head. "Only you would come with new and interesting ways to use medical tape and wraps." Kristopher mused softly.

He lowered the cotton he had used to clean the wound, tossing it into the trash can, then promptly placed the band aid above Abel's eye. "I think you would take off your shirt for me no matter what was going on around us." The blond turned again and washed his hand, dried them and pulled out his ponytail and worked on putting it back up.

"Anyways, your good to go...sorry for snapping. Just a rough day and such..."

[Abel Cunningham]

"Only you would come with new and interesting ways to use medical tape and wraps."

Abel chuckled. it was something of a talent he had. Just about anything can be used in new and interesting ways, if one was inventive, and wasn't afraid to experiment. "Well, what can I say? My mind is always on the lookout for new ways to enjoy you." Abel winked with his good eye, making himself momentarily blind. Of course, Abel was unsure if Kris would be able to tell it was a wink, or if he'd just blinked.

"I think you would take off your shirt for me no matter what was going on around us."

Abel smiled mischievously, and said, "Just say the word, and it comes off. Say it again, and more might follow. You should say it at the next boogie ball. Unless, of course, you'd rather have me all to yourself to look at. Completely understandable, if you do. I wouldn't want to share this, either." Abel gestured to himself as he said the last part. All in jest, of course.

"Anyways, your good to go...sorry for snapping. Just a rough day and such..."

Abel smiled at the blonde. A genuine one, not the mischievous one he wore while flirting. "It's fine, lad. I understand having a bad day. Had more than a few o' them, myself. This one didn't start out all that well, either, but it did get a lot better when I got to see you." Abel stood up, and smiled at Kris again. "Thanks for patching me up, Kris. I'll try not to come back in, for a while, at least."

Abel turned to leave. He didn't want to, but he also wanted to give Kris space if he needed it. Of course, if Kris said something, Abel would certainly stay. So, Abel made sure he walked slow.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Well, what can I say? My mind is always on the lookout for new ways to enjoy you."

Kristopher rolled his eyes heaven wards and shook his head softly, his tiny curls bouncing agaisnt his neck. "I doubt you ever will, I don't know you even try." He muttered softly and looked down at the counter, drumming his fingers on the counter before his thin hand reached up and pulled on those bouncy curls. A habit he showed only when he was bothered or nervous about something.

"It's fine, lad. I understand having a bad day. Had more than a few o' them, myself. This one didn't start out all that well, either, but it did get a lot better when I got to see you."

Kris contuined to pull at his hair for a long while. "Hey, Abel." he said, turning to face him, hand still in his own blond locks. "Do you have a smoke on you, or anything?" The blond asked as he pulled himself up to sit on the counter. "And if you do, close the door. I don't want to alert anyone..." Especially to his new habit or what he had on his mind.

His hand kept twirling around and around, tangling his hair in his hands as he let out a sigh. "I think I need a vacation...away from this place." But of course, that was impossible. One never could escape wonderland...unless they where dead.

[Abel Cunningham]

"Do you have a smoke on you, or anything? And if you do, close the door. I don't want to alert anyone..."

Abel raise his eyebrow at the blonde, and smiled slightly. He walked over to shut the door before pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket's inside pocket. "I didn't think you were one for smoking, lad." he said, handing Kris a stick, and pulling one out of the pack with his lips for himself. "They are good, sometimes, though. Especially here in Wonderland. Not sure how I would have made it without them." Abel pulled out a lighter, and offered to light Kris' cig.

"I think I need a vacation...away from this place."

Abel laughed. "Yeah, tell me about it, laddy." He took a drag from his newly lit cig. "Wouldn't be nice if one had access to one o' them portals tha boogies bring us here through." Abel thought for a bit, taking another drag, before letting out a single "heh," and shaking his head. "But, then, what would you do if ya did, hmm? Go back to the other world? What then? Was that life really that much better?"

Abel shook his head, taking in the crappy flavor of the Wonderland cigs, and letting the smoke out though his nose. "Maybe for some it was."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher leaned forward and lite the stick, he muttered a thanks and took a slow drag before letting out the smoke. "You're right though, I don't smoke, I actually stopped when I was nine. I only smoke on very rare occasions. Not if Augusta knows it, Kyle does...but Augy would flip his lid if he knew." He chuckled softly and leaned his head back against the wall.

"But, then, what would you do if ya did, hmm? Go back to the other world? What then? Was that life really that much better?"

The blond paused and then shook his head lightly, "No, but it was a nice thought to be able to go back. However I didn't have anything to return too. Nothing but a hell hole." Removing the stick from his lips, he ruffled his blond hair once again. "All I have is already here, my siblings, Augusta, and my beloved Mistress." He smiled at that. Then a frown touched his lips. "But I often wonder how long that will last."

He paused again, "Augusta is sick and there isn't much I can do about it, like my own weak body. I've been trying to find out whats wrong with him...and I think I know what it is now. Rather frustrating to be honest." He laughed weakly then, taking a few long drags and puffing out little rings of smoke. "Can't escape the drama." He chuckled.

"But that's my life."