"Nope. Either I stay out here and freeze my ass off or you come with me so we can be warm and comfy together. One or the other. And don't try to do both. I'll find a way out even if you tie me to the bed and lock the window." She put away her sword guitar, and began to play the drums on her guitar case, a hollow and rhythmic that made her sway back and fourth as her hands pattered back and forth, doing a tango of musical making.
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"Ev…" He sighs, glancing out into the open expanse before them. "I don't want to leave you unprotected. I can-"
"Yo! Dumbass!" A familiar voice rings out from below. Zenith looks down to see an annoyed Katsumi. "Shut up and go to bed!"
"SHUT UP! WE JUST NEARLY GOT MURDERIZED!" She then cranked up the volume on her guitar case and kept playing, making sure to now use more base. "Also I won't be unprotected. You underestimate all the technology that surrounds me." She shrugged as she wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her and kept playing.
"Zenith, who the fuck is that? Go to bed, or I'll tell Crystal that you're staying up! It's after midnight, for crying out loud!" Katsumi yells back.
Zenith sighs, and grabs his gun from where it skidded away. "Shut up, Kat! I'll go to bed, okay?" He turns back to Evelyn, running a hand through his hair. "We- we can go to bed. But… not because of Katsumi. It's not related to her at all. Let's- wait. Are you staying the night?"
"Duh? We can go back to my place if you'd prefer. Actually, I probably should to make sure people didn't go hunting for me there and then fuck up my place." She turns off the drum pad portion of her case, and stands up. "I'm keeping these clothes. I'll grab my other clothes tomorrow." She then walks right off the roof, and right before she hits the ground, she sits on her guitar case and it stops her fall.
He hesitates a moment. Is he supposed to go with her? And even if he isn't, should he go anyway in case the bad guys show up again?
"You- you want some company, or…?"
He shouldn't have said anything, damn it, he should've just gone to bed… but too late now. He jumps down from the roof- and not paying attention to landing, manages to break his ankle. With a muttered curse, he falls over, catching himself just before he lands on his face. His sword and gun clatter to the ground beside him, and he silently curses his stupidity.
She floats over to him and takes his sword and gun, and then she speaks into her phone. "Case. Take me home. Cmon then, dumbass." She giggles as she floats away at a leisurely pace, not really in a hurry to get anywhere, just enjoying herself. "OH! CASE! PLAY DEVILS BACKBONE BY THE CIVIL WARS!" (Listen to the song it's really good)
Zenith gets to his feet, ignoring the sharp pain of the broken bone as it heals. "Could I have my sword back?" He asks, walking alongside her.
"No." She grins and looks down at his foot as he limps. "Ya know. I'd feel sympathy but you're the dumb ass that pulled a Daredevil and friggin broke his ankle so sorry love, no sympathy. And I'm keeping the sword. Sooo…suck dick about it." She then began to play some tropical bongos at a moderate pace and her case sped up a bit. One would have to do a light jog to catch up with her. She was just ahead enough that one could see her in the distance, but not within arms reach or anything.
By this time, his ankle has already healed. Zenith pauses a moment- and then breaks into a sprint, ever so slightly faster than what should be humanly possible. He runs just in front of her, snagging his katana, and then immediately sheathes it. "I'm not putting my mouth on a dick." He informs her. "That's just unsanitary."
"Mmm yeah but damn does dick taste good. You have lots to learn…OH LOOK A CAT!" She got so overly cutely excited she fell off of her guitar case. She then sprinted right in front of a car, and crossed the street to where a black cat with a patch of fur missing by its ears sat. It had one green eye, the other one completely missing. Evelyn forgot you were there as she began to pet the cat, careful of it's wounds. It was like magic. One minute she's cussing you out, the next she's calling this roughed up cat "Poor sweet thing" and trying to lure it into her lap. The cat curled up there comfortably and purred. "Alright that's it I'm taking you home with me. Now then some cat so rough needs a good name…hmm…how about Sylvester after Looney Tunes? Yeah!"
Zenith just kind of stands there for a few seconds before jogging over to her. "Looney Tunes?" He questions, crouching in order to be at her level. "What's a 'Looney Tune'?"
(Also, I feel like I should mention that Zenith is asexual)
She picked up the cat and set it on her guitar case. She then got on the guitar case and floated off again. "It's a type of cartoon." She said with a shrug. (Good to know)
Zenith is quick to follow. "So… you're just going to adopt a random cat off the street?" He questions. "How do you know its not evil or something?"
"Because I myself am the strange and unusual. Sorry movie quote, anyways. He just looks tough. I'll bring him into the vet tomorrow and see what treatments he'll need for his eye and such." She shrugged. "My landlord doesn't allow pets but he's also a creepy 50 year old dude whose hitting on me. I'll give him to my friend Clara but I'll see if I can keep the dude for a week or so."
"Okay, but what are you going to do if its evil?" He questions. "And- hang on, did you just say your fifty-something landlord is hitting on you?" He demands, annoyance and slight outrage creeping into his voice. No. No, that is not okay.
"It's fine. I'm letting it happen so I can get privileges. I always carry my sword with me when I see him so I can murderize him if he ever does anything more than check me out in passing. If it's evil, I guess I'll day." (I actually know Sylvester he's such a good baby)
"Wha- hold up. Stop. Just- you're letting it happen? And- and you're just okay with being killed by a cat?" He looks like some mixture of horrified and confused, completely shocked by this. (Lol Zenith was taught to consider anything and everything a threat.)
"Yes and yes. It'd be an interesting way to die. Oh c'mon this cat is literally sitting in my lap purring away. It isn't smart enough to really know good and evil. It knows scary and nice but that's not what you mean. Quit being a paranoid prick about the cat. He's a good baby." She smiled and kisses the cats nose and pet it softly.
Zenith eyes the cat warily. "And how do you know that it wasn't trained to secretly gather information on you and kill you in your sleep?" He watches the purring, half-asleep cat with sharp eyes, waiting for it to make a move.
Sylvester does not make a move.
She stood up on the case and smacked Zenith on the head. "Quit. Being. Paranoid. He's a street cat! He was just sitting there and he probably got beat up by a dog, judging from the way he flinches at every dog that barks, and the bite mark on his head. He's just hurt like us. Take us home faster." And the case sped up and she huffed. Zenith. Had pissed Evelyn off. Just a bit though. May God save the man who truly pisses off Evelyn.
Zenith quickly follows. "I'm not being paranoid." He protests. "I'm being cautious. Better safe than sorry. I'm not saying that we kill the cat or anything, I'm just saying that we- er, you- or…. someone keeps an eye on it." He explains. "I don't know about you, but being killed by a cat is not on my top ten list of cool ways to die."
"Well it's in miiiine so shut yer trap or else I'll smack you again." She lay back and began to sing as the cat sat on her stomach and curled up. Soon enough they appeared at the apartment,and she levitated up the flights of stairs. It smelled of microwave dinners, hamburger,and cigarettes as she bumped into her door. She unlocked it with her key and went into her apartment. The cat hopped off as another cat lay on the back of her couch. Her apartment was a huge orgasm of her. Posters and tye dye hanging from the ceiling by a string and clothes pins. Her guitar floated into her room, flipped her into the bed and then sat in a corner with her 2 other guitars and the Orange amp. She had a lot of stuffed animals on her bed,and a huge boom box,along with a Pegasus tapestry on her ceiling. She changed into PJs with the door open,not caring at all.
Zenith awkwardly follows, still keeping an eye on the cat. He blinks at the crimson-haired boy, and Zenith narrows his eyes. He doesn't make a comment on the apartment, before he met Crystal and Katsumi, he had been living on the streets.
"Do you, uh… do you want me to leave?" The question is quiet and timid. Had he made her upset? Ugh. He always finds some way to mess things up. Its like his superpower!
Well, that and his enhanced healing…