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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 12, 2012 19:58:04 GMT -5
Colton closed his eyes again, coughing softly. He barely stirred as Trayce wandered back with the medicine, mumbled something incoherent in his feverish daze. He groaned, shifting his weight in the guy's lap, opened his good eye, then closed it again.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 20:16:52 GMT -5
Britt just held him close, looking up as the other boy came back. He rubbed his back gently before helping him back down. "I can go get him some sheets we have out at the shop if he wants them. We never use them because they're pretty pointless." He pulled himself to his feet, dusting off the seat of his jeans. He chewed on his lip ring, looking the guy over before looking at the one on the ground.
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 20:22:02 GMT -5
"That'd be nice, thanks," He murmured, watching Colton curl up tightly with a faint shiver. He coughed again, and Trayce sat down on the ground, helping him with the water and two pills. He rubbed his shoulder, then moved to the dumpster and pulled it out, rifling through what they had hidden in the crevice there.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 20:29:23 GMT -5
"Okay, well.. I'll be back in a bit, okay?" He said, fixing the bracelet around his wrist. He started back down the road, working on his sketch. He walked into the back of the shop, nearly running into Knox.
"Hey, you got an appointment in an hour. Really hot guy." Knox said with a smirk and Britt just rolled his eyes. He waited for Knox to leave before he swiped a few of the sheets and some extra t-shirts they had lying around along with his jacket. He stuffed it all into his old booksack, and started back down the road, walking a little faster now that he was paying attention. He rounded the corner of the alley and dropped the boy the bag, pulling out his phone as Knox texted him a picture of the boy.
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 20:35:29 GMT -5
Trayce nodded absently, continuing to look through some stuff.
When Britton returned, he was curled up, head resting in the crevice between the dumpster and the alley wall, knees drawn to his chest. He yawned, looking up at him as the bag was dropped, and uncrossed his arms from his chest, pulling the sheets out and lying them over a half asleep Colton, who stirred slightly. He opened his eyes, now back to their regular brown and milky blue, mumbled a hoarse thanks.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on May 12, 2012 20:40:17 GMT -5
Britt nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I'll come check back on him later tonight, okay?" He mumbled, running his hands up and down the legs of his all-too-old skinny jeans. They had dried ink all over them, but thankfully had faded in the wash. He finally turned and left with his head down, not wanting to be anything of a bother to them. They seemed to be suffering enough.
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Post by trayce stanford collins on May 12, 2012 21:08:58 GMT -5
Trayce nodded. "Okay." He watched Colton nestle beneath the sheets, then drew his legs back up, getting as comfortable as one could trying to sleep in an alley. He yawned sleepily, and was soon drifting into sleep, listening to Colton's occasional coughs.
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