Can We Keep Him? (Open)

[kiddie]

As the storm clouds clustered together, shrouding the town from light and releasing the first few drops of icy rain, Remus took cover in an alleyway. A battered brown suitcase was held over his head to try and shield himself from the wet, although it appeared quite heavy having held onto three sets of unworn clothes, a satchel of money, and a few letters he'd swiped from his parents that'd been adorned with the Cavendish seal. At least if a Hunter tried to execute him, he could flash the family seal and hope his lineage would be enough to spare his life.

By a few trashcans was a soggy, deteriorating cardboard box...which Remy eagerly dove into for shelter. The container was large, perhaps holding onto a television set or have been a moving box in its prime, and Remy found it was easy to squeeze himself inside of. Unfortunately, he had to prop his suitcase outside the new shelter.

Carefully, he pulled the lids of the box down with his pinkie fingers—terrified he'd accidentally tear the frail material apart with a false movement. Sighing to himself, Remy closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. He dozed off for quite awhile, finding the pattering of rain soothing.

That's of course, when he heard scratching on his box. Frightened, yet curious, Remy's sea green eyes peeked over the rim of the box. Just his luck! A baby kitten! Smiling in delight, he reached over and plucked the soaked creature from the ground, taking it inside the box with him where faint giggling could be heard.

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Lucas was a little bit drunk.

Sober enough to be able to navigate the now slippery, uneven terrain of the alleyways leading to and from Misfits, but drunk enough to be giggling the whole way, seemingly not paying attention to the rain and the stormclouds, his clothes plastered to his skin and hair flat and soaked, and yet the man strolled at a leisurely pace as if he were walking along a beautiful sandy beach.

Wobbling a little as one of his feet slipped slightly, he collided with a large box to the side of one of the alleyways, confused to find that instead of it falling with him, it stayed quite perfectly in place, Lucas tumbling over the top of it and pretty much into it. Where he then found himself face to face with a man not much younger than himself, and a soaking wet kitten.

"Gah!" He exclaimed in horror at the sight of the feline, scrambling backwards, falling back onto the pavement with a loud thud. He so hated cats... Looking back at the man inside the box, he decided to look past the strange giggling and... well, the fact that he was sat in a box with a kitten in the first place, and noted that, by Lucas' tastes and standards, this young man was actually rather hot. For a wet man inside a box. With a kitten.

"Are you okay there, sir?" He asked, his drunken mind severely tempted to turn on the charm and take this young man back to his place for the night...

[kiddie]

The box shook like an earthquake as this strange, drunken figure collided atop of Remy. Alarmed, Remus accidentally squeezed the kitten too tight and the poor creature moaned a few notes of pain, scratching Remy's knuckles so they bled. Rain water slicked both the boy's hair and the cat's hair backwards and they clung to each other tightly, trembling after the first clap of thunder.

If wasn't worried about splintering Lucas' knuckles, Remy would've helped him up immediately. That was what the old Remy would've done. Instead, he clutched onto the cat and shyly peered over the edge of his box.

“I'm sorry, sir!” he said, “I didn't know this box was already taken! I-I-I'll make my leave right away!” Scrambling out of the box, Remus tucked the kitten under one arm and reached for his fallen suitcase. He had to get out of there! “Ah-ACHOO!” he sneezed, “Pardon me...”

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Lucas blinked at him for a moment, his face falling into a mixture of confusion and offence, trying to tell himself that the man wasn't calling him a hobo. Surely... surely he didn't think that he lived in a box? "I am not a hobo!" He blurted out, sounding a great deal more hurt than he first intended to. Taking a moment to calm himself, he crouched beside the box, studying the man's face again. Yep, definitely still hot. A little offensive, and strange, but definitely hot.

"Do you not have a place to live?" He asked gently, seeing a glittering golden opportunity before him, seeming to rise out of the sea of rain like a beautiful oasis island out of the ocean. And God, was he ever setting sail for that.

Straightening up, he proffered a hand to the boy with the intention to help him up and out of the box, smiling as kindly and gently as one could muster when they were singing in their mind about how they were going to score tonight. "My name is Lucas... perhaps you can come and stay at mine for a little while, even if it's just until it stops raining. I could hardly leave you out on the streets like this~"

[kiddie]

Expensive clothes and a regal posture didn't indicate he was an average street rat, yet Remus shivered in the rain like a lost, forlorn little prince. Using the cat as an excuse not to accept Lucas' hand, the young boy cautiously stepped over the box and onto the streets. The pattering of heavy rain felt sensitive in his ears, much sharper than from behind the windows of the manor. Remy came to dislike the sound. It gave him a headache.

“I didn't mean to insult you. I'm sorry, that was uncalled for,” Remy said timidly, “I'm Remy.” Rainwater stung his eyes, making him blink rapidly at the newcomer. “I don't have any place to stay right now,” he admitted, “But its alright. I don't think you want someone like me to wreck your house.” Remy hugged the cat closer to him, as if fearful for Lucas' safety should he approach. “I'm a...I have a tendency to break things,” he said quietly, “I suppose you'd say, I don't know my own strength.”

Prying his eyes from the cat back to Lucas, Remy started to notice a quality he couldn't quite place his finger on. It was as if Lucas knew something he didn't, like the man's kind smile was hiding a hidden motive. Remy shook the thought away, figuring it was paranoid nonsense from the little Damned voice inside his head. “I'm sorry. I just can't accept your offer, no matter how kind it is.” Remy bit his bottom lip as his green eyes drooped in shame, their emotions so strong it appeared as though the man's very spirit was threatening to break free.

Remy wanted nothing more than this man to hate him. If someone hated you, then you could get angry with them. You didn't feel sorry for them anymore. You could fight them, you could kill them, or you could outright hate them back. But if you loved someone, you always forgave them. Loving someone gave them the permission to toy with your heart.

As damp clothes clung to his lightly muscled frame, Remy shivered. To most passerby, he appeared nothing more than a pitiful sight; a wealthy fool with no clue how to survive without the shelter of their estate. But beneath Remy's surface, something dangerous was bubbling, threatening to unleash itself at any moment. Embraces meant a quick death and kisses meant skull fractures and bruises, nothing people were willing to receive. And the desperate hands that desired to hold someone, to love someone? They could snap a lover's neck into splinters.

“I'm sorry,” Remy said.