He nodded, understanding and finding it interesting. He would have liked to look at her ink design more, but she slipped the glove back on.
Looking down on everything from the rooftops, he made sure to watch his step. All of this was so new. All he ever knew in life was the lab.
She was slow as she moved knowing very well he was knew to this. It didn’t take long before they reached their destination. A single sheet metal hut standing tall and alone on one of the highest buildings, “That’s home up there. Have any more questions for me?”
He arched his neck, looking up to the top with slight confusion. “I might. But not now. Ill ask them once i have some i guess” he shrugged. “So….how are we getting up there?”
Chrysa moved over to one of the sides. She beckoned for him to come over to where she was, “Well we climb. If you can’t do it I always have the grapple you can borrow.”
He raised his eyebrows, "oh fun" he let out a soft chuckle. "okay, where is it" he held out his hand to her "I want to get this over with."
"Here," Chrysa pulled out her grapple and handed it over to him. She shrugged off her purple jacket and allowed for her wings to stretch out to their full size. They weren't large, but they were big enough that to hold her weight. Removing her jacket also revealed the faded black fire INK and more of her scale skin, "I'll see you up there."
His eyes widened even more at the sight of- WERE THOSE WINGS?!
he stepped back and watched her fly up with confusion.
“How the hell do I even work this thing?” He scowled before holding it up more to look at it. He didn’t know what’s he did, but he definitely did somethin* because the hook shot straight up to the top. “Oh…how useful” he said sarcastically before scaling the wall.
(Yes, yes they are.)
Chrysa landed carefully at the top and put her jacket back on. The first thing she was doing was teaching Min Hyuk the necessities of living on the rooftops, the next thing would be to get him some more appropriate clothing. She helped him up over the edge and took the grapple back, "Glad you figured it out. Welcome to my home, your home now too."
The boy looked at her as if she were crazy. Why the hell did she live up here? He did admit that it was smart. But seriously? This was only a Bit extra he thought.
"home" he repeated the word under his breath as he took everything in. "where are the beds" was handiest thought. Though he didn't say anything, simply following this crazy woman
Chrysa lead him into the sheet hut. It wasn't as cramped as you might have thought from looking at it from the outside. It helped that there was almost nothing in there. Just an old mattress that was a bed and a desk with an old working computer on it alongside one of the hologram tablets. She looked over at him, "I live up here becuase it's the safest place to be. No one dares to tempt the winds and I can see anyone coming for miles away, just in case you thought I was crazy for living up here. Everyone else lives in another base on the other side of the city."
He nodded, still thinking she was a lunatic. "better than back there" he shrugged as he stepped in. "where am I going to sleep?" he asked trying not to sound like he was complaining. He was still pretty tired. But it was a bit better with the fact that he took a nap about 30 minutes ago.
"We can share the bed," Chrysa responded easily. It was times like these she was grateful she didn't experience some of the hardships some of the other rebels had, "Until I can get another mattress at least."
"okay" he says with a yawn, his eyes watering a bit due to his drowsiness. He sat on the bed with no other words, seeming totally okay with it and starting to unbutton his shirt, not thinking anything of the situation.
Chrysa looked away and sat down at her desk so she didn't have to watch him undress. She didn't blame him he looked uncomfortable in those clothes. She thought for a moment and reached under the desk and tossed a white shirt at him, "Wear this, okay?"
“You’re making me sleep with a shirt on? How rude” he says with a sigh, not actually meaning she was rude. It was almost in a joking sarcastic manner. If he could sound joking that is.
“Fine” he caught it and slipped it on. He hated the pants, but he wasnt about to take those off.
“Thanks” the boy mumbled before looking down at his hands, squeezing them into tight fists before running the weapons through his messy hair.
Chrysa could tell he had attempted at making a joke. She gavr him a half wave smiling, "Yeah yeah. I have pants if you want to change out of your as well. Though if you do that I'm leaving the hut until your done."
“Ill take them” he says appreciating how she at least knew that he was joking. “Why do you have so many men’s clothes? Do you lure them in here to sleep with them and steal their clothes or what?” He crossed his arms, leaning lightly against the wall as he looked at the girl in the dim light.
"No," Chrysa responded grabbing the pants and chucking it at him. She turned and smiled at hum, "When you find clothes in good conditions you grab them not caring about the size or gender. I finally got lucky finding some that fit me."
“Oh. Makes sense” he says not really knowing if it actually did or not. “Okay well you might want to get out for a second.” He says as he stood, already unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He never actually had his own privacy, so he wasn’t effected by anything such as nudity, but he understood others feelings.
Chrysa stood from where she was and made it out of the hut. She understood his lack of understanding of privacy. But he would get used to it she was sure of that. Hopefully.
He quickly changed, almost falling on the bed when he was done. “Okay done” he sat on the bed with the slacks on the floor along with that horrid shirt.
“What do you plan on doing with me anyway?” He asks once she came in, scooting over on the bed making room for her just in case she wanted to lay down.
Chrysa came back and sat on the bed next to him. She figured his old clothes could come in handy one day. She shrugged, "Help me out I guess. I never really planned on doing anything with you."
"I would sure hope not. We just met" he smirked before sitting up. He was once again joking, which was what he tends to do when he's tired. Sarcastic and joking a lot at everything. The nurses and workers in the lab got really annoyed with him but they couldn't Injure their new creation, and he knew it. So he would go on. That's what they get for keeping him up for 5 days straight. He turned to her "how would I be of use? And helping you with what exactly? Are you planning on taking more Splices?"
"What no," Chrysa responded to his last question. She was getting adjusted to his more joking manners that appeared to be popping up now. She was also a little apalled at his suggestion, "I'm not trying to make splices. That's not what I do up here, I don't have the equipment for it anyway."
He looked confused. "you took me and you seemed to have the equipment for it. Why not take more? Just like you did me?" he looked down at her with a little head tilt