Alone again

[shooting_blind]

((Continued from Here))

*Sniff*
"They grow up so fast, El." One hand goes to his face as the other waves the already departed Murdoc off.
"Fly away, little one. Fly away."

He walks back to the bedroom.
"That's it. Now I have to join some kind of pottery class to ease my Leaving the Nest Syndrome."

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[el_maraichi]

El shakes his head dismissively, but a small laugh escapes him. Damn. Not being able to keep everything in and remain somber and quiet is going to have him destroyed by Sands, he knows it.

"Yes, I'm sure you'll be inconsolable. I don't know what I'll do without having the both of you to complain, seek attention, and make demands."
He follows after Sands and leans against the bedroom doorframe.

[shooting_blind]

Sands likes how El is but this is a lot of fun as well. He always wants to know what El is thinking and now he's getting an ear full. Time will tell if this ends up being worse for the agent then for El himself.

Sands throws the sheet back on the bed and starts to get dressed. He pulls on a pair of boxers with little marijuana leaves.
"You need to take care of people. That's why you keep me around isn't it?"

[el_maraichi]

"It's better to have something I am responsible for, even if it is an irritating CIA agent, than to have no purpose at all. Someone needs to look after that boy, just as you need someone to look after you. I can not do both. You are terrible influences on each other. If left alone, I imagine you would have killed each other by now."

It's still strange, but the mariachi is slowly accepting that he is simply going to speak his mind for now. Maybe it won't be so terrible.
He shrugs and watches Sands dress. He'd assist, but the man is really no worse of a dresser blind than he was when he had sight.

[shooting_blind]

Yeah, this open and honest thing might not work. Things he's always wanted to know but was too smart to ask are coming out.
"I can take care of myself, El. Maybe not as well... And I would have killed him first. I've had more practice killing friends and lackys."
That was just pointed out as an idle threat to be an asshole.

He's at the moment trying to decide between two novelty t-shirts. Why he still wears them when everyone knows perfectly well he's not a tourist is unknown to him. On several occasions he does dress perfectly nice (if you consider his all black Johnny Cash suits nice) but he feels that the t-shirts get on El's nerves.
Deciding to forgo the shirt he slips into a pair of black pants with silver disks running up the side. He got them in Mexico during their hide out trip. Sands likes clothes that he can feel now.

Half dressed, he sits on the bed and decides to casually question El for the rest of the afternoon.
"Does this mean you've decided to stay in the apartment? In order to take care of me?"

[fake_cherry]

Tabby knocks on the door. She really isn't looking forward to this.

In her hands, she has a jar of very expensive gun oil, which she figures Sands probably goes through pretty quickly. There's also a few wacky belt buckles, and a plush Miss Piggy in a french maid's uniform just the right size to cuddle with. It also has a hole in the back just the right size to hide a gun in.

Tabby doesn't intend to tell him that it was originally made to hide sex toys in. She figures he can use it as another place to hide a weapon.

Or maybe a sex toy. She really wouldn't know.

She shifts around nervously while waiting for someone to answer.

[shooting_blind]

It takes a while for him to get to the door. He's trying to bend El to his will at the moment. But finally he does, grabbing a gun on his way out of the room.
Sands leans his head against the door, his gun out and at his side. In a high and mock feminine voice he calls out.
"Whooo is it?"

[fake_cherry]

Tabby's hearing is a lot better than a human's, and she knows it's Sands. Even so, she is impressed; he does a hell of a falsetto.

"It's me. Tabby. I brought presents. I'm alone. Bad time?"

[shooting_blind]

Sands believes her and opens the door, putting the safety back on his gun.
"It's never a bad time for presents. Especially since you missed my birthday. Now gimme."
He purses his lips, hinting at what his present should be.