"Okay then, thanks! See you never," Kelton said, turning around and smiling innocently at the man. He headed towards the door, happy that he could do whatever he wanted to do. I'll see if I can get a job then I'll buy some gauze, alcohol, and other stuff for the wound. Then after a while I won't have to care about it that much, right? whatever. After that, I can finally do whatever I want to do. Finally. He thought, a small smile on his face as he walked out the door.
Corbin glared heavily at the other and watched him leave. “Good riddance,” he mumbled as he shut the door behind the other.
Kelton sighed in relief after he heard the other shut the door behind him. He walked outside and looked around. How am I going to get a job if I look like a beggar? He sighed and turned around, not sure if he should go back right after he left. He decided he would give it a shot, it wasn't like he had anything to lose, he walked back to the house and knocked gently. I already hate this, kill me, please.
Corbin had begun to cook a dinner, humming to himself as he made the food- pasta and cooked vegtables. He heard a knock and frowned as he went to answer it.
"I know you probably hate me, and i'm not sorry about that, but do you-um-have any clothes…? That I can borrow…?" Kelton asked nervously after the man had opened the door. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous to talk to a man that probably hated him.
Corbin frowned heavily when he realized who was at the door. His gaze was sharp as he listened, and took a moment to glance the other up and down slowly. “I might have some things that could fit you.”
Oh? He's actually going to help me? Instead of slamming the door in my face? I'm surprised. Kelton nodded. "Okay then. Thank you for deciding to help." He said as he glanced at the man, not sure what to do at all.
Corbin gave a grunt in response. He motioned for the man to step inside before shutting the door. He turned, grabbing his crutch from where it was leaned against a nearby wall and using that to help him limp to where his bedroom was down the hall.
Kelton stayed quiet after that and followed the man to where ever he was going. He probably hates me now, doesn't he? Why wouldn't he? I was being rude and mean to him but whatever.
Corbin walked into his bedroom and over to his closet. He opened up the closet door, glancing at the other for a moment before taking out a tshirt, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants.
Kelton kept quiet as he watched the man take out a t-shirt, sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants. "So, am I worthy enough to know the name of the man who saved me?"
Corbin gave the other a slight glare. “I didn’t save you. I’m just giving you clothes. You were going to shoot me earlier, I wouldn’t save you,” he said in a gruff tone.
"For fuck's sake I already told you there I wasn't going to actually kill you!" Kelton replied, glaring right back at the man. "And I was talking about what you did before I left your house. Also, I had a knife, not a gun or anything that can shoot."
“I don’t care, real or not, you threatening me was a mistake,” Corbin snapped. He grabbed a change of clothes and handed it over.
"If you think I shouldn't have threatened you. What else do you think I should have done, Mr. What-ever-the-hell-your-name-is?" Kelton snapped back, taking the clothes and still glaring at him.
“Left me alone,” Corbin snapped. “I didn’t need to be drug into whatever the hell you were doing.”
"What in the world made you think I was going to drug you? First of all, did you even see what I was wearing? I looked like a beggar." Kelton replied angrily.
(Ahh i meant dragged)
“You looked like someone who was up to no good,” Corbin retorted sharply. He steppes away, leaving his bedroom and heading down the hall.
(It's okay)
"Then why did you decide to help me even though you said no the first time?" Kelton asked, not sure if he should follow the man at all. "So, can I know what your name is or no?"
“You were bleeding out,” Corbin huffed. “Now you’re not.” He didn’t glance over his shoulder. “And no, not yet at least.”
"Good job for using your brain cells for their intended purpose," Kelton mumbled. He sighed as he followed the man into the hall and looked around. "At least you have a nice house."
Corbin grunted in response. Orion was laying nearby, and he gave a soft growl as he looked at Kelton. Corbin didn’t bother to correct his dog as he headed back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.
(I'm so sorry I haven't responded in so long, forgive me please)
Kelton sighed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He didn't want to sit down on the furniture since he didn't want to seem rude even though he probably already made a terrible first impression.
(Its all good i just did the same thing)
Corbin tilted his head to pop his neck a bit. He continued to cook the pasta and bits of grilled chicken.
Kelton stood where he was, not sure what to do. The man's dog hated him just like his owner and he wasn't sure if the dog wanted to kill him or keep him from leaving so the man could kill him.