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Post by caine johnson on Jul 10, 2012 22:18:16 GMT -5
Caine huffed, walking outside as he began his search. "Cory! This isn't funny," He yelled, flinching slightly as he realized it was his second time tonight saying it. He looked high and low, trying to find the boy. "Cory.. please.." He began to cry as he weaved between cars. His gaze shifted every which way, and he began to panic. And then, there was a giant black blob near a car. He walked over, looking closer. "Corey..?" Caine asked.
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 10, 2012 22:21:02 GMT -5
Cory raised his head at Caine's voice, those same catlike eyes of his meeting his gaze. His rounded ears flattened some, grief crossing his feline face before he covered it with large paws. He had to hide, it was the only thing he did well anymore, the only way he knew how to cope.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 10, 2012 22:24:58 GMT -5
He sat down, leaning against the car. "Cory.. don't do that." He breathed, sobbing every once and awhile. He pulled the feline body close before he pulled his knees close. "I don't want you to leave.. I admit, I didn't remember you when I first came back. But I remember you, now.. you can't leave too.." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around his knees as his head leaned back against the car.
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 10, 2012 22:29:30 GMT -5
Cory curled up closer to him, gradually nudging his head into his lap and closing his eyes. His ears remained pinned, tail drooping, body language a complete sign of defeat. But he purred some, hoping to calm Caine a bit so they could both get some rest. He guessed his parents would be in there for awhile.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 10, 2012 22:35:25 GMT -5
Caine blew his cheeks up with air, making a puffing nose as he blew it out. "I don't think I can do this.." He sighed, picking his hand up to scratch behind Cory's ear. "Your lucky.. you can turn into a cat and just sit there, be off in your own little world. But what can I do? I can be an angel and unfold my wings.. and that helps none." He shook his head, "That's not true.. I'm babling like a drunk and I haven't even had a sip.."
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 10, 2012 22:42:19 GMT -5
Cory's lips parted some. 'You can, to..' He thought, but all that parted his maw was a disappointed growl as he dropped his head again. What felt like forever passed, and it was probably a good hour or two before their parents came out. Cory raised his head.
"His funeral is Saturday," Their mother choked, and began to cry as their father helped her into the car. Cory stood, nudging Caine, and then the back car door.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 10, 2012 22:50:50 GMT -5
He sighed, patting Cory's head. Caine looked up, watching his mother as she spoke. His cheeks puffed out once more, anxeity setting in. He stood, opening the door for Cory. "My car... and Dallas.. Beau.." He mumbled, looking the other direction. He didn't want to leave them, but it wasn't like him to stay away from Dallas. His eyes glanced over to his mom, a broken hearted look covering his face. His hand reached into his pocket, running his thumb over his keys. He settled down into the back of their car, his hand pulling out his phone instead. Caine shut the door, and sent a text to Dallas.
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 10, 2012 22:54:43 GMT -5
Cory climbed in and curled up, watching further hurt cross their parent's faces as Caine listed people off, as they realized he had made a life for himself while they thought he was dead and not coming back.
Cory huffed softly, perhaps his only option since he couldn't cry, meaning he couldn't cry harder. He shuddered and closed his eyes.
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Post by caine johnson on Jul 10, 2012 22:58:17 GMT -5
Caine sank in the backseat, feeling worse than before. He was beating himself up so much on the inside. Leaning against the window, he sobbed quietly to himself. His eyes didn't move from staring out the window, he didn't want to see them anymore. He wished he would have just stayed away. His hands balled into fists, he just wanted to disappear.
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Post by cory krysher christoper on Jul 10, 2012 23:00:52 GMT -5
Cory mewled brokenly as he watched him out of one eye, stretched a paw out and prodded Caine gently. His mother passed him some boxers and he shifted, yanked them on, tears falling down his cheeks. He unbuckled and moved towards Caine, hugged him tight. "It's alright to cry, Caine... It's okay... We understand.."
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