A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night;

[deservesabone]

Who: deservesabone & barebacking
When: Night, November 26th
Where: Out and about
Summary: Sam's tired of sitting and staying.
Warnings: Violence & badtouch
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[barebacking]

"Hello, how--" The question of inquiring after Sam's health seemed to have to wait. Really, he had not expected that he would be struck so soon. The impact of his fist against the side of his face was enough to cause him to be knocked off of the man, rolled a bit on his side as one of his legs slipped down into one of the holes made by the gnomes.

"Ah." It twisted a little as he jerked his leg awkwardly to pull it up out of the ground. Yaha let out a soft sigh as he whistled softly yet again for another pillar to raise and push it out carefully. Scratching the side of his face lightly, he pushed himself up to stand. He dusted himself off a few times before touching the side of his face -- really, already it felt like it was going to bruise. How lovely.

"That's an interesting ability that you have, Sam." He found his smile easily. "And, I suppose that I don't have to ask you if you are well or not, because it seems like you are." The only real shame was that he lost his nice view. Just watching Sam for those six minutes were really lovely -- like they were actually lovers and he was watching him sleep. His smile turned just a little more cheerful as he wondered how many others were able to see such a sight. Edgeworth maybe?

[deservesabone]

By the time Yaha stood, Sam had already scrambled back and up onto his own feet, wide-eyed. His heart was thumping like a jackrabbit in his chest. Adrenaline rush. Jesus fucking Christ he was sitting on me, how long was I out? The idea that Yaha could have done more without his knowledge - and really, he didn't put anything past him, so that left quite a lot to the imagination - made his skin crawl.

...Wait. That's right. He'd been unconscious. So why hadn't the elf killed him? He'd had every opening. Even now Yaha was asking how he was - and Sam had just punched him in the face!

Sam licked blood from his lip, hands at his sides like a cowboy preparing to draw his weapon (a stance made comical by the fact there was nothing to draw, much less a pocket or holster to draw from). Everything in him screamed that the shapeshifter should get away while he still could. He fully intended to. ...But the insanity of the situation was too much to let slip by without comment.

"Why would you even care if I was well or not?" Sam couldn't keep the incredulous tone from his voice, or his stare. He didn't try to. I just tried to kill you, you crazy sonnuvabitch!

With a jolt, he remembered the things moving beneath the earth. He looked around him in sudden worry, as if expecting something to pop out of the ground at any moment and attack him.

[barebacking]

"Why shouldn't I care if you are well or not?" Yaha shot the question back with a slight tilt of his head, still smiling affectionately as before. Ah, really, such a lovely view. A very soft sigh slipped out at the end.

He did notice the way that Sam was looking down at the ground nervously. Holding up his hand, he tried to catch the man's attention. "You needn't worry about them. They won't attack unless I call them to do so." That was the nice thing about being in a pact with children; that they listened to well to him as though he were their real parent. Do you see Urick -- I can give you children if you truly wanted them? But he dismissed the thought as soon as it came, seeing it had very little to do with the conversation at hand.

"I'm glad that it seems like you were not badly injured." His hands folded behind his back, holding them at the wrist. It was hard to stare up at Sam's eyes when his gaze always wandered southward. He snickered softly to himself. "But even so, I would have been willing to take you to the hospital. Which one would be more to your choosing? I would not want to send my dear friend to one that he was not affiliated properly with, after all."

[deservesabone]

Sam glanced quickly back Yaha's way - mostly because he'd thought the man was going to shoot lightning from his palm. (Hell, why not, given what else he'd seen him do?) He was only slightly relieved to realize that wasn't the case.

"The hell are 'they'?" he demanded in a barking tone, shoulders hunched and body tense. Had he fur, it would have been standing on edge. Yaha's calm was doing nothing to inspire the same in Sam; most of him was still on fight or flight response, muscles trembling with the chemical release of adrenaline, pain masked beneath urgency. It was only sheer bafflement keeping him there talking with the man.

He scowled when he realized where Yaha's gaze kept dropping. He'd hardly remembered he was naked before then - of the things that required his attention in this moment, a lack of clothing was low on the list. But before he could snap at the blond with some caustic comment about his roaming gaze, Yaha's suggestion struck him like a jab to the gut.

"Friend?" To hell with talk of hospitals and affiliations. Was he being mocked right now, or did the elf honestly believe there had been affection in Sam's attack? "I'm not your goddamn - Jesus Christ, were you even payin' attention just now? Did none of that happen for you?" He flung his arm out towards a pillar, gesturing dramatically.

[barebacking]

"My children, the gnomes." He shrugged his shoulders just a little. Really, it shouldn't be so surprising that people of this age know so little about them. Yaha paused to look toward the buildings, noticing the decay spreading. Returning his gaze to Sam, he smiled lightly, unbothered. "I suppose that you can't see them well or at all, but they are really adorable."

His smile widened a bit at the outburst. You don't think so? "I was paying attention, yes. It happened for me, of course." He shrugged his shoulders in a helpless manner. You put a lot of thought into this, didn't you? How did you find that creature? How did you change into it? How long have you been planning this? Everyone is making plans regarding me, and it's so lovely. He laughed a little like he had been part of some small practical joke rather than another attempt at his life.

"It seems like you are fine, either way." He hopped over a few of the holes in the street to once more make it to the sidewalk. "You should head home. It's going to become dangerous if you stay out any longer, Sam." A beat. "The same is for me, too, of course."

Be as Sir Kira would be. Isn't that what he told me to do? Yaha flipped his hair over his shoulder. Either way, he was enjoying talking to the other in this manner. He wondered how unsettling it was -- and his smile grew just a little more. See, Sir Kira? I can choose who it is that I want to live and die. I can choose carefully. So carefully. Aren't you happy for me, my dearest master? His shoulders shook a little before he started laughing at his own private joke.

"Sorry. I just thought of something interesting." He turned toward Sam once more, though did not make any move to walk toward him this time. "This was really fun. Please, try again some time, all right?" Keep me in your thoughts until you become sick.

[deservesabone]

"...Adorable."

Sam had been so naive to think he couldn't feel anymore humiliated. He watched Yaha jump over the holes his "children" had made like he was prancing through a field of flowers, struck dumb by the elf's sheer dismissal of him. The lighthearted mockery. "That was fun, but I'm done playing now. You should probably go home, and we'll do this again some other time, okay?" Like this had really all been a game to him. Just - something to amuse him.

Sam's rage, his honest, murderous intent... what did that amount to? It wasn't enough that he'd failed. No, he had to feel worthless for having even attempted it. "Silly dog," Maryann had once called him. It felt like Yaha was doing the same. Silly dog. Run home now.

I hate you. Fuck you, I hate you.

He didn't trust himself to open his mouth and reply. Sam wasn't Edgeworth; his words would only fumble over themselves in their attempt to express his anger, his indignation and bitter frustration. There was only so much pride he was willing to lose tonight. Might as well salvage what he could.

It only a took a moment's concentration to shift into the owl. Sam screeched his answer through a hooked beak, swooping dangerously close towards the blond on large wings as if to threaten with his talons. But he soared past without pause, flapping until he was lifted higher into the night sky, headed for home.