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[cant_getoveryou]

Who: Blaine Thorps [cant_getoveryou], Saotome Alto [princesspilot], Dora Marquez [chicayunmono]
Where: Dora's Apartment
What: Blaine trying to put it nicely that Alto needs to go back to Magnolia
When: Today, Early Afternoon
Warnings: Potential bitchfits?

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[princesspilot]

Alto sighed and continued looking out of the window. He knew what this conversation was going to be about. He had to return to the Magnolia before they started a search for him. Both Blaine and Dora would get into trouble if he was found here. But-

Who knew what they would do to him when he returned? And that customer who had hurt him so badly the last time was still around. The problem wasn't solved. If anything, by sneaking away, it had only gotten worse.

The young man picked at the scabs on his face and remained silent.

[cant_getoveryou]

Blaine looked at Alto, waiting for a response. When there was none, he sighed. "Stop picking at your wounds." Just mentioning an injury made his hand go up and rub his fingers over his healing black eye that was concealed behind his hair.

"The Madame knows that I took you, and I told her I would bring you back after you were healed." The still raven-haired man stayed lounged in his chair. "She isn't happy, but she has no idea where I'm keeping you. She also knows about that customer of yours, but I have no idea if she'll do anything about it." Which was why he was going to find him and kill him.

[princesspilot]

The young man blinked and glanced up. "She knows?" Well, that was one problem solved at least. At the mention of his customer, however, Alto flinched and glanced over at Dora. Some things should not be said around children. Besides, he didn't want to have to lie to her when she started asking questions.

He placed a finger on each side of his mouth and pushed up, forcing himself into a smile. That was one thing he had better start learning to do before he returned.

How long was he going to last like that before he goes insane?

Where is my script, Father? What role am I supposed to play now?

[chicayunmono]

Dora sat between the two men, playing with her kittens and looking like she wasn't paying attention. Grownups Were Talking after all. She had been worried when Alto had shown up at her home looking like he had been in a fight and while she didn't know how Alto might have gotten hurt at work (and was still largely clueless about what sort of work went on in the Magnolia) she worried about him. She had started worrying a lot lately it seemed.

"Is Alto going to be alright?" she asked, mostly to Blaine because... well Blaine knew almost everything in her mind. He knew when it was safe and when it wasn't. He'd make sure Alto was going to be alright because that was just what he did.

[cant_getoveryou]

Blaine stared at Alto as he gave a shifty look towards Dora. It wasn't as if the girl didn't have customers of her own. She didn't know exactly what Alto did, but this place would make her grow up faster. He didn't like it, but what could he do?

And now Alto was trying to force himself to smile. Blaine looked towards Dora before he could frown. "He should be fine," he said with a smile. He felt like he was telling a lie to her, but positive thinking can go a little ways, couldn't it? "He just needed some rest with friends."

[princesspilot]

"Alto will be fine," the teenager murmured and took the fingers away from his face, though the smile was still that. And it was that same smile that he gave the little girl. That wasn't completely a lie after all.

'Alto' would be fine. He just wasn't sure if he was going to be.

This disassociation was unhealthy. But until he could figure out who or what exactly he was going to have to be in this hell, it would have to do.

[chicayunmono]

Dora stood up with the kitten in her arms and walked over to Alto, depositing it in his lap with a little smile and a hug. She would have given him a kiss on the cheek, but she wasn't really sure how healed the cuts were. "It's going to be okay Alto, you'll see

[cant_getoveryou]

Blaine looked over towards the beeping computer, having gotten used to her alarms going off when she made appointments. She was organized for a child. "Be careful," he called out as she closed the door, but he was unsure of if she heard him. He said it often anyway. Watching her go off with drugs was just not an image he could get used to.

He sighed and beckoned for Alto to come closer. "Come here," he said with a wave, looking at the boy with a curiously closed expression.

[princesspilot]

Alto leaned down so as to let the kitten get onto the floor safely before walking over to where Blaine was. "Yes?" He asked, found it strange that he was talking down to the other man (not something that can be helped, given that Blaine was sitting on a chair) and shrugged. Oh what the hell, it was not as if they hadn't done anything more than platonic by now, Alto thought and sat down unceremoniously on Blaine's lap, shifting to make himself comfortable.

[cant_getoveryou]

Blaine gave a slight oomph as Alto dropped into his lap, no care in the world as to what he was wriggling all over. The boy should feel fortunate that Blaine wasn't in that kind of mood. He put one arm around Alto's back and reached down to pull at the long and slender legs so he was curled up like a neat package. He stroked the blue hair much like he did his godson Ian's when he would bombard his way into his lap. "How are you feeling?"

[princesspilot]

"I don't know..." Alto murmured, being a little more honest now that Dora wasn't around. He felt like he wanted to cry, but the tears refused to flow. Trapped, lost- his choice of adjectives went on, yet none of them seemed especially suitable.

"I don't even know who I'm supposed to be anymore."

[cant_getoveryou]

His hand was moving automatically through the strands of hair, aiming to soothe while keeping his hands busy so he didn't feel the urge to smoke. "Who were you supposed to be before, if not just Alto?"

[princesspilot]

Alto buried his face against Blaine's chest. "Being myself isn't safe here," he whispered. "None of them want 'Alto'. They'll kill me."

[cant_getoveryou]

Blaine's hand paused a moment before it continued to stroke. He was distancing himself from it. He couldn't honestly say he thought it was a bad idea. He did that himself, didn't he? "I want Alto. Do I not get to see him either?"

[princesspilot]

"I'm afraid he'll be a corpse before you can see him again," Alto shivered. Was he afraid of dying? Yes. He was young, he had dreams, there were still so many things that he wanted to do. But he was also beginning to see the hopelessness of the situation. "A very ugly corpse too," he added, running a finger down where he would be cut. Across his face, over his eyes, maybe they'd remove his nose. Remove his fingers one by one while he was still alive. Perhaps he would peel easily too. It would be a skill to remove his skin whole.

Or perhaps they would carve graffiti onto his back. That client of his did love running his hands over that back. It would be poetic to decorate it. Then maybe they would pull out his toe nails.

Ah well, and that threat to make him fuck himself on a spike. How could he forget that too? How wonderfully creative.

[cant_getoveryou]

Alto was shivering and Blaine tried to look and see Alto's face, but he was curled up. He sat up and put a hand on the boy's chin to guide his face and -if need be- force him to look up. "Stop thinking about it. It doesn't help. It never helps." His voice was quiet, but urgent. How many times had he remembered The Room? He could almost think about it without passion now, but his heart still sped up a little at the thought.