[Unfinished]

[fluer_de_foudre]

Who: Trish, Norio, and Dante.
What: Trish takes a stray child to her new home. =D
Where: Warehouse Eight.
When: After this log.
Rating: G-ish.
Open: I don't think so?

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[v_dentata]

He made himself comfortable on the couch, looking around with a rather pleased expression on his face. This place was dirty, run down and quite ugly, but still it felt as close to home as he'd ever felt since coming to this wretched city. Maybe it was the familiar scent of metal and dust that made it, he wasn't certain.

Something was missing though.

It took Norio a little bit of time before he realized that what was missing was Takeo's prescence. It was weird. Ever since the other boy had picked him off the streets he had felt close to him, even if he was a jerk and a half, but he had never thought missing him would hurt this much. He hoped for the woman to find this Dante guy she was looking for, but that didn't make missing Takeo any easier. Then again, he guessed it was just his luck to fall in love with a guy who was 100% straight. It would probably never be them, so the sooner he forgot about Takeo, the better. His head understood that, but to get his heart to understand that as well was another matter all together. But maybe it was for the best anyway... He was soiled now after all. Takeo didn't deserve that.

The woman walked back to him and he was pulled out of his thoughts. It was a welcoming disturbance, and he couldn't help but give her a rather wide - painful, since his face hurt - smile as he accepted the make shift ice bag and the bottle of water. He pressed the ice bag towards the side of his face and placed the water bottle next to him in the couch, nodding at the woman.

"Sounds fine. Take care, 'kay?"

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Trish couldn't help but to pause for a moment when he had shown her that expression. Since she had met with him, he had only looked hurt, vaguely irritated, or passive. That wasn't surprising given his condition though. Without even consciously doing so, Trish found herself beginning to smile back to him before she nodded and turned to see what else the place had.

"I think you are good luck," She mused, for what it was worth, before she turned the corner of a makeshift wall. It was worth a lot to her.

They seemed to be in a relatively cleared area, but there was still a labyrinth of boxes and old throw away parts that might have hidden more. She couldn't quite believe that they had found and made it to the right place. Maybe Fate wasn't so far-fetched an idea after all.

[v_dentata]

"Actually I'm Koga Norio", he replied, smile still on his face, now coupled with a faint blush. No one had ever called him "good luck" before, and it felt... Good. Very good even. He could, in fact, get used to it.

"And I'm really the one who should be thanking you, girl."

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"Koga Norio?" Trish repeated quietly. 'Girl' wasn't too bad compared to anything else she could have been referred to. She hadn't realized that she didn't even know his name until he had offered it. It was a foreign name, but it was good to know. "All right, Koga, call me Trish." She called out to him in return. His gratitude warmed her, even if she wasn't exactly sure how to respond to it without discrediting her own thanks to him for following. A clatter resounded soon after to distract her, followed by a muffled curse to the sheets of rubble that had shuffled down. "I'll clean it up later..." She muttered to herself on her way.

[danteebonyivory]

After several hours of unsuccessful searching for Trish, Dante decided just to head back to the warehouse he had claimed for some food and a quick shower. It bothered him to stop, but he consoled himself with the thought that Trish was, in fact, superhuman. She could fight off an attacker.

Dante heard the occupants before he even opened the door. Something had been knocked over. He wasn't terribly alarmed. Somehow, he knew who was in there.

Casually, he walked on in. "How is it that I scour the whole city looking for you when I could have just waited for you to find me?" He removed his coat and hung it on the wall, then turned to notice the boy on the couch. "Who's he?"

[v_dentata]

Norio refrained from telling her that Norio was his first name, not Koga. It wasn't all that important anyway. He blinked and looked up as something was knocked over, frowning slightly. Was she nervous? There was no need for her to be. He was just about to tell her to relax, when another voice joined the party, and a stranger walked in.

So this was the rumored Dante, was it?

He had to give it to him; another guy who didn't mistake him for a girl. Well, maybe people in this wretched city had some brains at least. That was good to know. "Koga Norio. And you're Dante, right?"

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She hadn't gone too far before she heard that familiar voice and was rushing back to the center of the gathering. She made sure to step over the small mess she had caused just a moment ago, though she wasn't sure where the white streak of chalk dust had been brushed by, drawing a line over her arm.

"That's our guy," she confirmed for the young boy. With a few pats and miniature cloud of dust, she went across the room, unzipping the silver line in front of her sleek black jacket to have it accompany the red. "And well, it's always nice to know that there's someone looking for you," She told Dante, unable to keep from smiling again as she glanced to Koga. It was good talking with him, but it was better to be right there. "Koga helped me find you," she explained. "I found him outside of a bar. Alcohol can do some pretty bad things, it seems."

[danteebonyivory]

Dante blinked at Norio, surprised at the recognition for a few beats until he realized that Trish probably told the boy about him. "Dante, that's right." With that, he turned his attention back to Trish.

"Seems like you have better luck than I do, then, finding someone to help you." Not that it was saying much--Dante had just about the worst luck out of anyone he knew. When things went right for him, it was because he had forced them to.

Usually.

The alcohol comment caused Dante to raise an eyebrow and look back at Norio. Funny, he didn't seem drunk. Just a bit banged up. "What happened to your forehead there? Looks like you were punched in the face."

((ooc: Dante's referring to whatever lasting marks Norio has from being slammed face first into a table. ^^))

[v_dentata]

"Heard of the expression banging your head against a desk", the boy smirked, then stopped, as his face told him that smiles were not the way to go. He knew his eyebrow had split, as well as his lip and the side of his face was swollen and more black than blue.

"Someone thought that was their idea of a good time. Fucker..."

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Sure, Trish had heard of the expression, but she could never really imagine why anyone would care to do something so aimless. It made more sense when he did add that someone else was responsible for his condition.

"So there's people like that anywhere you go, huh?" Trish sighed to herself with a wry bemusement. She dropped her arms and went back to the boy, leaning down with her palms braced against her thighs to look more closely at the obvious wounds. "How long will it take for your body to heal?" Glancing back to Dante, "It should only be a couple of hours, if even that, right?"

[danteebonyivory]

"Someone banged your head into a desk? Tough luck there." And that was all Dante had to say. If Norio wanted to open up and have a cry or something, he could do that on his own time.

Dante stopped himself from pointing out to Trish that there are people like that everywhere. It seemed like an irrelevant point of argument, especially considering that the swollen-faced occupant of his space, not his attacker, was the issue.

As for the healing...? Heh. "Um... unless he's more than human, that's going to take a few days to heal up completely, at least." Dante made a mental note to remind Trish about the difference between human and demon. Namely, the difference in healing--something he never really thought to bring up before now.

[v_dentata]

Norio listened with half an ear to their conversation, marveling again at what a strange woman this Trish seemed to be. Was she even... real? She seemed like she lived in a little world of her own, kind of like a modern day Mowglii or something. Raised by wolves... Still, she had helped him, so he wasn't about to pass judgement on her.

"Nuh... 'm human", he muttered, leaning back against the couch. "An'... sleepy..."