Where is MY Martini?! - OTA
Three days had gone past. Three long and tedious days during which Ric had been distracted somewhat by having to re-adjust to his now teenage body, which was demanding more than just food it seemed. His teenage, lanky, gangly, stupidly slim body was now rebelling and making all social interaction a potential no-no.
Oh that was right... it seemed that "Ric Junior" was interested in nearly everyone and potentially anything that was even remotely hot. Mind you he seemed able to distinguish between the children, adults and teenagers and thankfully only showed interest in the latter two. Basically anything was turning him on right now; guards, other members of the team, the touch of fabric when he rolled over in the middle of the night or (more often than not) a rogue thought of Martini... Ah yes. Martini.
He was the reason Ric was currently freaking out. It was normal for Martini to pull a vanishing act for a few minutes, hours and occasionally a day, maybe two at max but he usually came back pronto to Ric. Even in the middle of the night Ric would be woken by Martini letting him know he was back from wherever he had been. However it was nearly the end of the third day, possible fourth as Ric wasn't sure when Martini had gone missing during the night when Ric had changed during his sleep.
Ric had started his search checking the showers, dorms, the laundry room, the rec room and finally the mess hall, where he was currently lurking. He hadn't gone down to the hospital wing yet or searched the garage but Ric figured someone must have seen Martini? Right?!
Anything could have happened. Martini might be lying there out in the snow unconscious. Maybe he'd be sent on a mission and never gotten chance to tell Ric and was now dead. Or hurt. Perhaps he'd gotten himself confused or stuck in a time loop. Or.... maybe, just maybe he had left. Gone and deserted Ric. Leaving him all alone.
He was getting himself all worked up now, fighting with the rolled up sleeves of his over-sized shirt (thankfully he'd managed to find a belt tight enough to hold his combats up for now) and tugging at the collar which felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable against his skin. Sliding his back down against the wall Ric struggled to control his breathing, he could feel himself starting to hyperventilate at his imagination started to run wild.
"Martini..." The words were mumbled into his hands as Ric rested his head back against the smooth, cold surface of the wall.
Oh that was right... it seemed that "Ric Junior" was interested in nearly everyone and potentially anything that was even remotely hot. Mind you he seemed able to distinguish between the children, adults and teenagers and thankfully only showed interest in the latter two. Basically anything was turning him on right now; guards, other members of the team, the touch of fabric when he rolled over in the middle of the night or (more often than not) a rogue thought of Martini... Ah yes. Martini.
He was the reason Ric was currently freaking out. It was normal for Martini to pull a vanishing act for a few minutes, hours and occasionally a day, maybe two at max but he usually came back pronto to Ric. Even in the middle of the night Ric would be woken by Martini letting him know he was back from wherever he had been. However it was nearly the end of the third day, possible fourth as Ric wasn't sure when Martini had gone missing during the night when Ric had changed during his sleep.
Ric had started his search checking the showers, dorms, the laundry room, the rec room and finally the mess hall, where he was currently lurking. He hadn't gone down to the hospital wing yet or searched the garage but Ric figured someone must have seen Martini? Right?!
Anything could have happened. Martini might be lying there out in the snow unconscious. Maybe he'd be sent on a mission and never gotten chance to tell Ric and was now dead. Or hurt. Perhaps he'd gotten himself confused or stuck in a time loop. Or.... maybe, just maybe he had left. Gone and deserted Ric. Leaving him all alone.
He was getting himself all worked up now, fighting with the rolled up sleeves of his over-sized shirt (thankfully he'd managed to find a belt tight enough to hold his combats up for now) and tugging at the collar which felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable against his skin. Sliding his back down against the wall Ric struggled to control his breathing, he could feel himself starting to hyperventilate at his imagination started to run wild.
"Martini..." The words were mumbled into his hands as Ric rested his head back against the smooth, cold surface of the wall.