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Post by Portugal on Apr 7, 2010 22:35:49 GMT -5
"Then let's go there." He kept the same easy going smile, walking towards the pointed shop, making sure Cái was by his side. A tea shop, he realized belatedly when they reached it. And subconsciously he found himself raising a hand to rest over where the piece of the treasure map was. It had been a long while since he had seen Arthur, he wondered how he was...
Ah, but he could think about that later. Right now he had to stay focused (he swore, Antonio's air headedness was beginning to rub off on him). Smiling, he managed to somehow speak with the hostess, and within minutes he and Cái were sitting at a table. The navigator trying to make sense of the foreign characters on the menu.
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Post by England on Apr 8, 2010 12:28:34 GMT -5
Sitting comfortably, but otherwise remaining rather quiet, he watched Afonso stumble over his speech with the hostess and then stare at the menu in confusion. It gave him a moment to try and recollect himself and hide his confusion again. Ironically, he thought bitterly, he was getting really good at putting confusing thoughts out of his head.
Finally taking pity on the confused portuguese man, he opened his menu and ordered two cups of indian tea and a few lights snacks as he was unsure about the others preferences. After that, he lapsed back into silence. fiddling nervously with his sleeves - yet another habit that Yao told him to stop.
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Post by Portugal on Apr 13, 2010 20:31:35 GMT -5
"Ah! Obrigado. Er, thank you..." He gave Cái a rather grateful (and incredibly sheepish) smile. He really needed to work on foreign languages. Really, the only ones he felt truly comfortable with were his native tongue, Spanish and English. Though he still made mistakes.
Quietly he glanced at the younger boy, not wanting to push him to talk. He couldn't stop an amused smile to quirk at his lips when he saw him fiddling with his sleeves. It was a lot like when he fiddled nervously with his ponytail.
However, as the silence stretched, he couldn't help but speaking up. "Are you running away from someone?"
Oh smooth Afonso. Really smooth...
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Post by England on Apr 18, 2010 16:46:28 GMT -5
Startled brown eyes went wide at the sudden question. Running away? "...I was..." those eyes darkened as he tried to remember again what had happened to him. He remembered running away and needing to get out of the country... and being hurt... and Yao finding him... but why? Who was he running from.
"...I can't remember..." he muttered, turning his attention back to the portuguese man. "...I... I lost my memories..." something about the other made him want to trust him with this secret. "Nothing other than... wherever I was, I was afraid." The old saying 'what the heart forgets, the body remembers' was very true for him.
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Post by Portugal on Apr 21, 2010 20:58:17 GMT -5
He kept quiet, watching the boys eyes darken considerably. And he was half tempted to change the subject. However, the thoughts vanished as Cái continued. And he could feel his heart clench. He couldn't imagine losing his memories (even if some strange ones liked to give him a head ache). The whole idea of not knowing who you were, where you came from... It was frightening.
He looked like he had been well cared for though. Leaving Afonso with more questions. "Were you staying with someone..? Before I bumped into you that is."
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Post by England on Apr 22, 2010 17:12:57 GMT -5
"Eh? Oh..." he offered a faint smile as he was snapped out of his darker thoughts. "Yes... I was injured pretty badly a short while ago... a man named 'Wang Yao' took me in and helped me - he's been watching over me since he found me." the smile became a faint frown, as he thought of his protector. He liked the man... he guessed. But, deep down, somthing about him made him want to act out and run.
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Post by Portugal on Apr 26, 2010 19:55:45 GMT -5
He nodded quietly, the name of the man sounding incredibly familiar. He could not place how though. Ah, but that was something to worry about later. He listened to the other speak, relieved to see the faint smile, but couldn't help but frown as well when it faded.
"Did you and he get into a fight?"
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Post by England on Apr 29, 2010 10:01:34 GMT -5
"I don't think he even knows we're fighting." he snorted, because, to be honest, Cái was the one that was mad. "He... his way of caring is to treat me like... like a glass ornament that broke and if he's careful with it, the glue will hold it together." That turn of phrase reminded him of more than just his relationship with his protector. It reminded him of how it felt, in his head.
He felt like a broken ornament. But more like he hadn't known what the glass had looked like before, so he'd glued himself back together willy-nilly and tried his best to keep those pieces from breaking again... he wasn't sure if he'd be able to put the pieces back together again.
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Post by Portugal on May 1, 2010 0:13:58 GMT -5
"Glass huh?" He watched the other one, a frown tugging at his smile. Cái didn't look as though he was made of glass. Though, he remembered the earlier exchange, the fact that the younger one had cried. He might not look like glass physically but...
But that was no reason to treat him carefully, was it. "I'm guessing he's not aware of how he's treating you hm?"
((... <3 that metaphoooor!))
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Post by England on May 11, 2010 11:40:40 GMT -5
Nodding his head a bit, he sighed. "... he treats Yong Soo almost the same... but that's because he's family and well... Yong Soo won't let him get away with NOT hugging him all the time." he sipped his tea for something to do and trying to avoid getting angry. It wasn't working very well - just remembering the cloying feeling - the repression... it bubbled an anger in him he tried to keep away. Because the last time it boiled over, he'd killed someone without even hesitating... and he really didn't want to kill Afonso.
He liked the man - even having known him for not even an hour Cái could tell that the man was gentle and patient and willing to comfort if asked for it but willing to stay back if asked. Why couldn't Yao be like that? he thought bitterly.
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Post by Portugal on May 20, 2010 22:30:27 GMT -5
"Hey, deep breath." He could see the anger building, Afonso reaching a hesitant hand out to rest on the others forearm. He hoped it was comforting, and not over stepping the boundries. But the last thing he need was Cái to lose it. A frown formed as he listened, taking a thoughtful sip, raising an eyebrow.
"Why do you stay with him... I mean... It doesn't sound like you're happy there."
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Post by England on Jun 13, 2010 14:56:51 GMT -5
He did as he was asked, taking in a deep breath and releasing it, bottling the anger back up where he held it inside. The Anger Box as he called it was near full and it was getting harder and harder to just put it away and subtly he knew that someday soon he wouldn't be able to put it away at all. That he was going to blow up and bad things were going to happen.
"Why, you ask?" Cái muttered, glaring intently down at the table before him and dragging himself away from his dangerous thoughts. "Where else could I go? I don't know anyone really - and most ships won't let kids on them... let alone ones without any work experience." He'd checked around a few ships, to see if (or when) he couldn't be around Yao anymore if he'd be able to just... leave. And the options were highly limited, all ones that he liked less than staying where he was cloistered.
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Post by Portugal on Jun 22, 2010 18:26:21 GMT -5
He listened to Cái speak. Worry he couldn't exactly understand continuing to grow. He didn't like the dark look on the boy's face. Something about it made his gut twist with unease. A protectiveness spreading through him. Something he had only experienced before with Thiago.
"You could come with me. My ship doesn't care about age as long as you work hard." The words were out of his mouth before he could even register them. And yet, Afonso had no interest in taking them back. Instead, he prayed that Cái would agree.
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Post by England on Jul 7, 2010 12:06:14 GMT -5
When Afonso had spoken, that very moment Cái had been taking a sip of tea. He froze, unable for a moment to understand exactly what had been offered. Really, the only reason he snapped out of his daze was because he spilled hot tea down his chin from holding the cup up too high. With a yelp, he pulled it away and nearly slammed it back down on the table, face flushing as many of the patrons in the tea house turned to stare at him.
As the stares lessened as the customers found other things more occupying than an embarrassed teen who was dabbing quickly cooling tea from his chin and shirt, Cái hunched down, hoping to disappear into the dark wood. "Do... do you really mean that?" he asked, not looking up at the Portuguese man in case it was a joke - he didn't want the other to see the hope that was slowly blossoming in his eyes.
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Post by Portugal on Jul 12, 2010 23:13:25 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it." He chuckled, trying to make out Cái's expression. Honestly, he had only know the kid for a little over an hour and already he couldn't help but worry about him. As if he had known the kid for far longer. A protectiveness he was only familiar with when it came to Thiago.
"There's one condition though. If you join with La Madre Maria." He began, tilting his head down again to try and meet Cái's gaze. "Are you willing to hear what it is?"
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