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More than just a job

MORE THAN JUST A JOB

It's only business, nothing personal...at least, that's how it started. You were pegged as the right one for a job that involves this person; your task could be positive, such as protecting them with their consent or without it, guiding them from point a to point b, and the like - or, as seedier transactions tend to go, it could be negative. You have to take them back to a place they really don't want to return to, you have to be a jailor, or you even have to be their assassin. At the very least, helping or hurting, you'll be compensated generously (by money or, you know, by not being killed off). And that was all that mattered.

Until they mattered.

They could have shown you something you never knew existed in the world or in yourself. They could have done any number of things, yet they've won you and your feelings over. Your priorities just may shift because of this, but will their view of you do the same as soon as they learn why you were around them in the first place? For your own gain? Will they be able to forgive you?

Even if they can, will they be able to see you the way you see them?

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[Ren still watches him, snickering gently in response to his comment about waiting. Daringly, he skirts his (mostly soft, slightly rough) fingertips along the inside of one of Cain's forearms.]

Not sure what I could offer for entertainment. I don't fuck on the first date---

[Realizing the word he just said: "date" - his face burns hot.]

N-not that this is a date! God, that would be a pretty crummy -- I-I meant it as a figure of speech.

[Abruptly, Ren retracts his touch and pulls his hands back onto his lap. What is he, desperate?!

[But Cain is seriously, seriously hot. Why is his ex-kidnapper hot?!]

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[ he blinks and then laughs, a ringing sound that echoes throughout the room. that's what he gets embarrassed by?? not even the 'fucking' part, the 'date' part?

Cain props himself up on his elbows and leans toward Ren, giving a small shrug of his shoulder. ]

Why not?

[ he knows what Ren meant, but he's just asking to be teased—and he's really cute when he's flustered. much better this way. ]

Let's make it a date.

[ what's more romantic than fleeing from mutually shitty situations? ]

Ffffff-----

[Fuck Cain stop oozing sex appeal. Ren's face feels like it might burn off! He huffs out another breath - cussing spell averted - and tilts his head just the slightest bit, leaning towards him.]

You seriously wanna roll with it like that? That's a liiiiiittle weird, man. But, I'll bite. What would you do on an actual date?

[Admittedly, Ren likes a full belly and company that isn't a piece of shit. But that's just his minimum standard.]

Why not? Shit's already weird.

[ when he woke up today, this was not how he expected his day to go. and while he usually ends up saying that... welp. this really is a new one.

and that's a bad question, Ren, because his immediate no-thinking-about-it answer is: ]

Fuck.

[ but someone doesn't fuck on the first date!! ]

.... But in this case—I want a fucking burger. Haven't eaten anything since this morning.

[ and as if to add to that, his stomach growls, and he flops back on the mattress again ] Or anything!!! Shit, I don't even care.

[The main problem is that he's not so keen on flashing his bits because they just met.]

Seriously??

[To that, Ren lets instinct take over, and that means, well, unabashedly rubbing Cain's stomach. It doesn't linger, though.]

Well, I can see why you'd wanna f-fuck in order to ignore your stomach.

[His cheeks flush a bit, as an idea hits him.]

Want me to suck you off, instead?

[So long as it's just him giving it, seems fine to him. And while he's still blushing terribly, there's no denying the calm in his body language. Honestly? It's partly because that question doesn't have any curse words in it. The other part is, well, he's had some experience doing that.]

I'd cook, but this place doesn't exactly have a kitchen.

[ he cocks a brow, repositioning himself yet again (he's really fucking restless) so that he's propped up on an elbow, resting his temple into his palm. this is probably the most comfortable position yet, and this way, he can look up at Ren from under his bangs. ]

So you'll do that on the first date?

[ another tease. he doesn't turn down blow jobs, sure, but that isn't exactly the way a date is supposed to start, yeah? that's usually mid-date. or end. ]

Tell me about yourself.

[ cliche, maybe. but he knows literally nothing other than his name—and he's curious. what kind of person did he end up grabbing instead of the snotty brat he was supposed to get. ]

Lame date questions. Favorite color? Food? Backstreet boy?

[Admittedly, he doesn't have much dating experience either, compared to sexual things. So he's taken aback by the admittedly tame questions.]

Whoa, that's uh...

Well, I really like purple, and sky blue.

[He fidgets slightly, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.]

And foods depend on if you're talking moderately healthy eating, or sweets. If it's the former, then I'll pretty much eat anything with beef in it. Fish is a close second. For sweets... that's anything minty.

But, uh, I grew up in a really... really traditional home, and home-schooled, so I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I have no idea who that group is.

Not that I haven't tried to figure things out like that. You could, uh, say it's a fair statement to say that I was a prisoner in my own home all my life. They didn't like - my folks, that is - anything that "corrupted the mind." [Cue airquotes. He grins sheepishly.] That included modern music, and the radio.

I just started getting good at sneaking out at night. And if I was good enough during the day to stay on their good sides, I could spend a few hours outside. Which is how you found me.

[Despite what he's talking about, his gaze is decidedly gentle, and he doesn't seem angry about what he just said. Honestly, he's still relieved to be leaving, is all. ]

What about you? Favorite color? Food? Music?

[ he watches Ren as he talks, gaze flicking down to fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt when he notices the fabric shifting before looking back up at his face. there's something to be said about someone who wouldn't get pissed when talking about that; Cain knows he would—but he's probably just an angrier person, he figures. considering punching people is one of his first responses to most things... welp. ]

I can see why you'd wanna ditch that.

[ as much as his own life has been shit, at least he hasn't been confined. controlled? sure. but he'd always had the streets and booze to keep him company. ]

Don't worry about the Backstreet Boys. They sucked.

[ and Cain actually smiles—not a total shit-eating grin, but actually something sort of... soft. don't call him out on it. he'll grump and make noise. ]

Let's see... blue. This color. [ he pinches the strand of blue dyed into his hair: electric blue. ] And food... [ he almost groans. he's so hungry. ] proooobably... shit. Dunno. Blini! That's good.

[ and lastly, ] And rock music is my favorite. Guns N Roses! Ever heard of them?

[No pointing it out here - Ren's yet to establish a full "baseline" as to what to expect from Cain, so he doesn't dare try to push anything yet.]

That's.. a really nice color, too. Never heard of blini, but I did overhear some people talking about Guns N Roses before. Unfortunately, I was only passing by, so I didn't really gather much from the conversation.

But from what little I did manage to hear through browsing in a music shop, it has a very nice sound to it, and the vocals are enjoyable to me, from what little I've heard. If you have any of their music, I think it's something I'd like.

Oh!

If you could keep any kind of pet in the world, what would it be?

Shark.

[ he doesn't even need to think about that one. ]

Cool as fuck! A big one, not one of those shitty sand sharks.

... Well, those're kinda cute, I guess. But I'd wanna keep a big one.

[ flashing some teeth, he thinks for a second (what's another question you'd ask on a date) before asking, ]

If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?

[That honestly gets Ren to smile rather brightly.]

Sharks are seriously nice. Let's see...

I'd love to go somewhere like... Germany, I think. I mean, I don't know a lick of German, but I think the language sounds nice. I mean, I've only seen how it looks in books. Outdated ones, too. But I liked what I saw.

[He taps his bottom lip, briefly, as he comes up with another question.]

What's your favorite time of day?

Heh. Germany, huh? Not a bad pick. Never been, but it doesn't sound too different from Russia.

[ pausing, he thinks on the question. ] Night. I don't like it when it's crowded out [ he shrugs again, chewing on his lip. ] Some time around like... 3... maybe 4 in the morning. When most people are asleep.

[ like the boss. but he's not gonna think on that. ]

Favorite animal?

I don't much care for crowds, either. I think the longest I've been awake for was until 2am.

[All the while, he's thinking about the question.]

Foxes. Especially the types with the giant ears.

[He gestures then, using his hands to illustrate just how giant those ears might be.]

The fennec fox in particular. It's just so cute!

[Flushing slightly in embarrassment, he gives a bit of a shrug.]

Bears are a close second.

Hmm... If you could have any super power in the world, but could only pick one, what would it be and why?

You look a little like a fox, I think. [ he laughs again, grinning enough that a small dimple creases at the bottom corner of his left eye. ] Small face and big eyes. [ all he's missing are the big ears! ]

... Super power? [ that's something he's never really thought about—he ain't no nerd. but he considers... well. could be anything, right? ]

Good luck. Don't wanna control it, just wanna see what happens. Keep things interesting, you know?

[ plus it'd mage gambling like, a hundred times better. ]

What's your biggest dream?

[That compliment just makes Ren's eyes widen even further as he blushes. He almost giggles. Almost.]

Ah, it's kinda embarrassing.

[Ren fidgets again, thumbs lightly tapping together.]

Honestly? It was just to leave my parents' house and never look back. That's the biggest dream I've had for several years now. After I realized that I didn't want the dream that my parents had for me, which was to stay there and raise children for the rest of my life.

So I don't know what comes after that. I have a lot of growing to do, and since my experiences are limited, I don't... want to somehow get trapped into something else. God forbid that it's worse than before.

...But if I think of one, I'll tell you.

[His body language relaxes.]

...Good fortune sounds like an amazing super power. I never thought of it.

[He's not sure what to ask next.]

It's cheating, probably, but everything else sounds like too much work.

[ that's all right—they can leave soon, he thinks, considering they've killed some time. though he will wrinkle his nose at the idea of raising children and doing nothing but. yikes.

he pushes himself up into a sitting position, hair tumbling with his movements. ]

Then I'm glad to make your dream come true. Even if it started with kidnapping. [ and screwing himself over. but hey, at least some good came out of it, somehow. ] You've got time to figure out what you want. Just do what feels right.

[ and he pushes himself up off the bed, stretching again. ]

[To that, Ren flashes a wry smile, still embarrassed, but grateful all the same.]

I'm just sorry that my good fortune ended so badly for you.

I just-- hope my folks don't make a big deal of me being gone. I'm not sure how to circumvent that. I mean... I don't know a whole bunch about technology but I did overhear that some phones can be... traced?

[He makes a face, uncertain. The last thing he wants is for a reason for the police to be involved out of their favor.]

It would be fine if I just called them on a payphone to let them know that I'm not coming back?

Or would that be too risky to you?

I don't want them to, well, get the police involved and make it harder to move around.

If you want to.

[ he glances back at Ren, offering a wry smile in return. ]

I'm not gonna tell you no. Do what you want—right? You're free to.

[ at this point, what's a little extra risk? and it's not like his boss would know what Ren looks like. ]

I think we can leave now. It's gotten pretty late.

...Alright.

[It's his choice. Being able - and encouraged - to think for himself is... daunting, as well as exciting. He thinks he saw a pay phone nearby, so he picks up what he grabbed from the boxes and heads for the door.]

I'm gonna call them before we go. Won't take long since I plan on being the only one talking. And I don't have much that I gotta say.

[Holding the stuff also helps hide the fact that his hands are shaking at the thought. He's going to tell them, not ask them.

[So he waits for Cain to unlock the door before heading out to do just that.]

All right.

[ he gives the room one last look and then shrugs his shoulders. ain't missing much here. and with that he unlocks the door, stepping out into the hallway and nodding his chin at Ren, ]

Let me take that. I'm gonna set up the truck while you do that.

[ a make-shift bed, at least. ]

B-- okay...

[He can't help the sheepish look on his face when he gives the bundle of stuff to Cain, and then immediately shoves his shaking hands into his pockets.]

I-I'll see you in a few.

[He keeps his brave face on while he makes his way to the pay phone. This is just-- something he needs to get over with. It's been a long-time coming. There's a lot of anger, but now's not the time. Taking a breath, he stuffs some change into it and waits for his folks to pick up, only for him to have to pull the receiver away from his ear once the person on the other end hears his voice and starts shrieking at him in indignation. Ouch. Once he can, he pulls it back to his ear in order to speak rather loudly into it - he doesn't want to be talked over.]

Just be quiet for a second and let me talk!!--- I'm not coming back, ever, and--- no YOU let me finish!- you can shove that "betrothed" crap where the sun don't shine!

I'm. Not. Coming. Back. And there ain't jack shit you can do about it!! Bye!

[And hanging up with a slam for good measure. O-oh, his legs are wobbling. When did that happen? Well, everything's shaking and his heart is pounding and-- no no, now's not the time to be getting hard just because he can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. What kind of rush is this.]

...I just swore at my mom.

...Huh....

[He's not sure how he feels about that.]

[ while Ren was on the phone he set up the back of the truck, throwing the blanket and pillows out to make what could pass for a bed. it wasn't likely that they'd be hitting up any rooms or hotels anytime soon; if only the mattress could fit, but it's too big.

frankly, he thinks he did a pretty good job, looking at the plush blanket and pillows thrown about. not too shabby. better than sleeping on a bench, anyway.

sure, he overhears bits of the conversation. how could he not? and he's leaning against the truck when Ren finishes, arms crossed. ]

That's a rite of passage, you know.

[ or so he guesses. he didn't know his, but it seems like... the right thing to say? maybe? ]

So how're you feeling?

I-I don't know....

[He's still shaking, too. He takes a slow breath, and then another.]

...I don't know why I was expecting anything different.

[Expression twisting in a grimace, he stretches his legs a bit in an effort to stop them from shaking.]

I do know that even though there's more I wish I could say, they wouldn't hear it. So I guess this is as good as it gets.

And... that's fine.

[Still unsettled, Ren gives Cain a small, but grateful smile.]

Shall we?

Yeah. Let's get outta here before— [ someone shows up to shoot them? uh... actually, maybe he won't mention that part ] well, you know. Let's just go.

[ he swings open the driver's door, dropping into the seat and checking his mirrors. ]

If you want, you can always write them a letter or something. If you wanted to.

[ a n y w a y ]

Look! I made a bed.

[ he gestures to the back of the truck. so classy!!! ]

[Nodding a bit, he climbs in to the passenger side, only to look back while he's buckling in in order to see the bed. He laughs, just a little, but it's a warm sound rather than anything intended to be mocking.]

Looks great.

[He turns forward again, and leans back against the seat.]

Anyway, my folks are the type to only hear what they want to. So. Even a letter wouldn't help. And clue-by-fours bounce right off their heads.

Just... no one likes feeling like someone they love goes missing. So this way, I'm not "missing".

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