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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 22, 2007 21:07:00 GMT -5
Taxi had pets in the past. Not puppies or kitties or bunnies. As he found himself becoming fonder and fonder of the man he now held in his arms while carring him up into the hotel, an obnoxious saying came into his head. If you set something free and it comes back to you or some shit. But he hadn't really set Gabri free, had he? The guy had fucking fled. And he had only gotten him back by tearing him out of a crazy house. Taxi doubted he'd want to stay longer than when he woke up. SIGH.
Nudging open the hotel room door after unlocking it, he headed to the bathroom where he deposited the Pole in the tub and headed to the bedroom to rummage through his luggage till he found some appropriate bed clothing and headed back with it.
There was no way in hell Taxi was allowing this horrible smelling filthy thing to sleep in the same room as him. His senses werent THAT much better than a humans, but they were good enough that the stench of Gabri's cell and those around him clung to the man like nothing else. Humans. So. Filthy. And he certaintly wasn't going to let him in these pajamas with the little bumblebees and the bluesky. So the blonde sat down on the toilet next to the bath and quickly stripped Gabri as though he did these sorts of things everyday and turned on the water so that it was just above room temperature.
He didn't think his friend would mind. Afterall, he had just been cooped up in a mental institution, and Taxi doubted the guy got to bathe himself in privacy. If the other didn't wake up at the immediate touch of warm water, he would grab a sponge and start soaping him up and washing him.
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Post by Rip on Oct 22, 2007 22:14:06 GMT -5
He gave no protest to being carried, since he was completely knocked out. Luckily for Gabri... sort of, he was completely oblivious to what was happening to him. Picked up? That was fine because he was getting a free ride. Yay. Did he feel water? What the heck? Oh, but it was warm water so that was ok, as long as it wasn't ice cold or boiling then this couldn't be a bad sign. Nope.
The dreams were weird again, though at least were related to the bathtub he didn't know he was in. Gabri was on a boat, a really shabby looking one, that was sailing on the oddest looking ocean he ever saw. The water was more like a black, tar-ish much with reptile fins and tails wiggling away, just out of sight. He was trying to adjust the sail so he could go home, but he felt something very strange. Turning around, he saw that the lizards had crawled into his vessle and were climbing up his back and down his shirt, itching and scratching and clinging so he couldn't shake them off.
Then the scratchy feeling became a little more real, and he felt a familiar sinking sensation of rentering the waking world. His eyes opened, and holyshit.
Gabrjel's first thought was that he was sitting in something warm, and the second that he was naked. Not only was he naked but Taxi was there. Seeing him. As he was naked.
The boy quite literally glowed red in embarissment.
Giving a loud, surprised yelp, he tried getting up and failed, slipping back down and trying to conceal himself behind the shower curtain, looking rediculous and splashing water everywhere. "TAXI!!?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 22, 2007 23:13:24 GMT -5
"Ja, Gabri?" Taxi had sat still and calm while his friend wigged the hell out, quirking one yellow brow at the man as he hid himself. Hand wiggled the sponge it still head, squeezing it and letting the suds drip off. The index finger of his other hand motioned at it, "Mausi, you smell awful, either you let me finish washing you, or you do it then put your pajamas on yourself." Matter of fact as hell, looking at Gabri through his hair which hung over his face.
The vampire didn't really know why the human had freaked. But he was a twitchy little creature who seemed to do this quite often. First with the whole locking himself in the bathroom thing, and now this? It took a few moments for it to occur to Taxi that Gabri thought something vile might be going on here, and even then he dismissed the thought. What the hell was with humans being easily embarassed. It was just nudity... wait, maybe...
"Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 23, 2007 14:41:24 GMT -5
Half hyperventilating and trying to pull the stupidly designed shower curtain around himself, at least covering his groin if nothing else could be conserved, Gabri was distressed almost to fainting point. The only thing that kept him from absolutely passing out was that Taxi was a guy. If he had been a woman, the Pole surely would have dropped dead from embarissment. Yes, he was body shy. Very much so.
"N-no! I-I'll t-t-t-take a bath, o-o-ok? Y-you don't have t-t-t-t-to do th-that!" He stuttered horribly, voice shrill and strained. He couldn't even handle changing in locker rooms infront of people- he was one of the weirdos who went into a stall and locked the door. When he had dreams about being naked somewhere, he often woke up and put on extra clothes just to assure himself that he wasn't nude.
Whimp.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 23, 2007 21:50:37 GMT -5
Taxi grinned voraciously, "Okay, okay, if you want to just so that we're even, it's cool, though. I'll be right out there-" The vampire stood and dropped the sponge, grabbing a towel and placing it down gingerly. "Not closing the door so I can hear if you fall, or if you need anything."
Humans. Well, Gabri in particular, really. So shy. Virgin? Would have to ask, maybe later, when he can't pass out and crack his head open. He already looked too stressed out, it was probably a combination of the hospital, the explosion, and the general fuckedupness of the situation. Once outside the door which he left open, the German remained standing just to the side of the frame so that Gabri couldn't see him.
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Post by Rip on Oct 23, 2007 22:45:45 GMT -5
He refused to move until Taxi was out of sight, nodding when the vampire spoke, egarly waiting for him to leavveeee the bathroom. Gabri had enough of people looking at him with his pants down, thank you very much. But, once he couldn't see him at all, the Pole slid from behind the curtain, poking his head over the rim of the tub, looking around in paranoia, then pushed his back against the wall. A sigh was uttered and he sunk into the water, blowing bubbles out his nose.
God. How did he always end up in these situations? Didn't he do everything possible to avoid these sorta things? ... aside from the murder and stuff, but aside from that Gabri concidered himself a relatively safe guy. Karma must not like him or something. Of course, he wasn't blaiming Taxi for anything, no he was very grateful for the rescue, but still. Getting stripped twice. At least last time he woke up with his boxers on. This tiem he had waken up in... well... his blush returned but not in full force at the thought.
Grumbling lightly, he started fooling with the plastic bracelet still around his wrist. It said his name and a few other things he didn't care about. Hm. At least he was out of there, though he was having problems remembering all the details. Car went boom, he knew that. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he pryed the bracelet off with his teeth and let it fall on the bathroom floor. Wouldn't be needing that anymore.
When he was done, Gabri grabbed a towl and wrapped it around himself, realising too late that 'hey, I don't have any clothes'
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"...Taxi? I don't have clothes."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 23, 2007 23:13:26 GMT -5
Taxi didn't bother peeking around the corner or anything, he had been waiting impatiently for something to do to help, so he was there standing in the doorway in a split second with a bundle of clothes in his arms. Said bundle was forced into Gabri's hands.
"You do now! Or, pajamas. Bedclothes. They're mine, but, we're the same size. See the little bumble bees?!" Huge smile, pointing at the robins egg blue fabric with the adorable little bugs buzzing around and leaving little - - - - lines all over it. And then it occured to Taxi that in order for Gabri to get dressed, he would probably want him to not be in the same room, so he scurried out and waited outside the door again.
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Post by Rip on Oct 23, 2007 23:30:08 GMT -5
Not wanting to be rude, he didn't mention that he was taller then Taxi and the pajamas would probably be a little short on him. Oh well. The only things he had were the hospital clothes and his hat, so Gabri couldn't afford to be choosey. Not that he would in any other case, of course. He had a very big problem with saying 'no'.
Good thing he was more awake now- he could actually understand his friend's hyper speech, and he smiled, despite imagining himself wearing clothes that were suppose to reach his feet but would probably come up to his shin or something. "Thanks hinny, they're nice." The boy did in deed thank God that he was left alone to change, so he did so and walked out the bathroom. "How did you get me out?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 24, 2007 1:40:21 GMT -5
cTaxi didn't want to admit he was shorter. Besides, the length difference almost worked. Like. Capri's or something. Those weren't very in right now, but, it was the thought that counts.
"Bribed the gaurd, altough his bribe blew him up. Sexually harassed your doctor till he gave me the keys and your file. Both joined the explosion." The German seemed rather pleased with himself, standing with arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, and, Gabri? Be careful with my pajamas. No wet dreams and mysterious fluids, no spilling food or booze on them, no holes, burns, torn seams, loose threads-"
Eyes narrowed. "Gaurd my clothing with your life." A pause. "And try not to sweat too much." Humans and their sweat. So wierd. And creepy. The thought of constantly expelling fluids was soooooooooo bizarre.
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 14:19:42 GMT -5
Memory failed him; Gabri could hardly remember any of that. He recalled the boom and he thought he remembered the pig-man doctor being carried out and trying to kick him... not much about the ward though. Oh wait,
"Did the Hyena say something to you?" the Pole asked, fixing the right sleeve of the borrowed clothes. "You stuttered, I think. Unless I dreamed that." A shrill, high pitched laugh of that man was hard to ignore, crazy as the bastard was. He was disturbing and had whispered more then one unpleasent thing in Gabri's ear.
And then.
The boy nodded after the initatal statment of 'becareful with my clothes' but when the vampire kept going, Gabri looked up, staring. Holy crap he should be keeping a list, was there a notebook around? No. Oh god, he might as well just stand in the same position and not move. Not sweat? How was he going to stop that?
A weak smile twitched the corners of his mouth. "O-of course hinny."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 24, 2007 15:37:31 GMT -5
The question made the vampire freeze. And then that frozen body stiffly moved through the hotel room to a large comfortable looking leather seat where he only sat on the very edge, hands folded carefully in his lap.
"He called me a Nazi fuck." Barely a whisper, eyes met his feet, remembering the phrase which still bothered him immensely. It ruffled his feathers to even repeat it for Gabri's benefit, unsettling his stomach and making him unable to look up.
Why did he tell the Pole? It was none of his business. He should have just said that. Damnit, he was going to be angry at him again. Taxi just new it. Shoulders quaked a bit and he bent his back to rest his face in his hands to hide his expression. No, don't cry, don't cry, you only said it, why would you cry, you sissy? Just two words. Just two words. Don't cry.
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 18:43:18 GMT -5
Nazi fuck? Well that wasn't nice. No that was very nasty and vulgar, and it made the wannabe reaper a little angry. Then again, he wasn't especially surprised since the Hyena was a very racist and judgemental man. Even if it was his own heritage he'd insult it- infact, Gabri spent his entire stay there by being refered to as 'Polack', so he didn't converse much with that man but...
Lost inside his head for a second, he didn't notice his friend's change in behavor until he saw the shaking shoulders. Instantly snapping out of his daydreaming, he blinked softly and walked across the room, standing beside the chair and leaning his shoulder against the wall. Oops- way to go. Again. He had the most awful luck even when he was trying to be nice (which was practicly all the time). He didn't mean to hurt Taxi's feelings.
"What did you proform in Vegas?" Maybe changing the subject would help. "You said you did once or twice."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 24, 2007 19:02:14 GMT -5
Taxi didn't raise his head to look up at Gabri because he knew he was crying now, he could feel the silent tears of shame and the blonde didn't want him to see it. Voice was amazingly normal, thank god for his ability to control that above all.
"You don't need to be nice to me." Changing the subject did not help. "It's true. I was a Nazi fuck. I did, I did, HORRIBLE things to your people, Gabri, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." Guilt had built up ever since he first heard the others accent. Still those years haunted him, as even though he was able to wash most memories away these ones were impossible. It had been so many years of his life, and his eyes, his eyes they haunted him. And now Gabri would surely hate him. And think he was weak for crying, too. Damnit. Admission only made him cry more, unable to repress a single sob.
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Post by Rip on Oct 24, 2007 20:23:34 GMT -5
"I don't need to do alot of things." The reply was instant, and Gabri looked a little surprised that he said it. The politeness and kindness that was trademark to him weren't required... not really. He had been brought up that way, yeah, but even then he still had room to make up his mind. Sure he was a bit of a push over and ok he happened to be a little bit of a door mat, but he could still decide for himself what to do. Second nature or not, he always had a choice to do what he did, and it just happened that he almost always choose the path of old fashioned curosity.
Shifting his weight, he rubbed the back of his neck and said quietly, "Please don't apologize to me about that." The war was before Gabri's time. If he happened to live through it, he might be thinking a little differently, but as time past opinions evolved to see various veiw points. Of course he had been taught about the terrible things that happened to people who's decents he might have met if they weren't killed. Of course it was in the perspective of Poland. But, again, Gabri still had his own brain and could decide for himself what veiwpoint he wanted to see it all in. "I am fairly sure that even though you're 600 some years old, you didn't cause the war. You are Taxi not Hitler. I'm not going to be angry at you for something that was not in your control." He took a pause to concider, and though he felt corny saying it, "I like you. You're my friend. If I wanted to be prejudice against you, I wouldn't have let you in my car in the first place. The Hyena called me names too."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 24, 2007 20:48:23 GMT -5
Taxi had become angry with that lunatic, and furious with Quinn, but he couldn't feel anything even remotely close to that now. "B-but, I, never tried to stop them, I didn't care, I, I, I helped, and, and, my eyes, my eyes, I miss my eyes!" Damnit, pull yourself together, Gabri just got out of a fucking mental institution and YOU'RE freaking out? This is ridiculous. Stop it.
Even with a voice in his head telling him to calm down he couldn't. He was so nice. Saying he liked him. Everytime someone called him a Nazi fuck was this going to happen? Was he going to break down, remembering Quinns voice, remembering that mind blowing pain not only hurting his body but his pathetic little crying heart?
Not even barely collected yet he made no attempt at sitting up. He was rubbing at his eyes furiously as though they burned, which in some ways they did. Deep breathing was helping, back heaving as he attempted to still himself.
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