STUPID...PARK.

[RapturesSaviour]

The frustration had been too much to handle. WAY too much, and Victor could hardly fathom the idea of his house being left such a mess by someone he thought he actually CARED about.

HAHA, care?! Not right now, that's for bloody sure.

He'd only spent a short amount of time trying to clean up before his anger had bubbled to the brim, leading him to crave a relaxing walk outside. God, he really needed a walk...and then a fresh cup of tea to top it all off.

After grabbing his golf club and gripping onto it tightly, he stepped outside and started walking. He didn't know exactly where he was walking to, but he would let his strong legs do all the carrying. Absently, he found himself walking in to town. It wasn't exactly where he would hope to find himself to be, but it was where he was, and where he was apparently meaning to go. Victor had to keep himself calm while passing other infected on the street- boy did he just wish to kick 'em to the ground, pin their head down with one of his cleets, and lob their head off with his golf club; maybe even get a hole in one- but no. He was controlling this anger right now, hopefully saving it for a certain someone who deserved it more.

Damn it, he had to get that stupid kid...teenager, WHATEVER, out of his mind. It was driving him bloody BONKERS. The ex-caddy was nothing but trouble anyways! Psh, who needs such a terrible caddy when you have-

Victor paused for a second, and put his free hand to his defined chin. Damn...he really did need a caddy.

He then looked up slowly, and could feel his gut churn. The park.
"Ughg. You really had to take me hea', didn't you, you stupid flabs of good-for-nothing meat! Way to cock-up my mood even more," he knocked his golf club gently against his legs with aggitation, and hissed through his sharp teeth which were clenched in complete and utter dissapointment. Where was the sense in this?! Could he be...

Oh hell no.

His face grew red with anger, and maybe a bit of self-embarrassment. He was unintionally reminiscing! Oh how UNBEARABLE. How unfathomably repulsive! How abhorrent, revolting, abominable, atrocious! Absolutely BARBARIC! A deep growl rumbled inside of his throat, and he stomped his cleets into the ground so they were tightly secure. If there was anything he was going to do right now to rid of all this anger, it was going to be hitting some balls as hard as he could with his trusty golf club. In the park. Public. Park. With buildings everywhere.

I think you see where this is going.

He slipped a clawed hand into one of his pockets, and pulled out a golf ball. Without moving an inch, he dropped it to the ground, gripped his club with both hands, leaned over carefully with a correct positioning, reeled the rod back-

FWACK!

The ball quickly shot off into the distance, and most likely bounced off a building wall somewhere. Victor was much too enraged to care about where the ball went, just as long as it went somewhere. He huffed and nodded, then reached into his pocket a second time. There was only 2 balls in each pocket...

Fuck he wished he had a caddy.

[TenderFoot]

After about two days of seclusion, Todd’s empty stomach finally forced the redheaded teen to venture out of the safe house. Although the encounter with the spitter child and the smoker hybrid teacher scared the living daylights out of Todd, he was reluctant to emerge from the safety of the government issued shelter this early. It had only be two daaaays. They could have been perched on a rooftop somewhere just waiting to pounce. Ah Gad, the thought made Todd clutch to his assault rifle like it was a teddy bear.

The winter season was fast approaching though, and he had to stock up on food anyway. Removing the metal bar, Todd placed it against the wall and then took a hesitant step outside onto the side walk. Ah shit, it was cold outside too. Faaaack. Todd shivered and ground his teeth down to prevent them from chattering. He moved his trusty assault rifle around to his back, the thick black strap it was attached to was fit snugly across Todd’s chest. He rigidly tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, trying to contain his rapidly fading body heat. “Bleeeeeeh…” Quickly, he reached back and tugged his hood out from under the assault rifle, pulling it over his head. It helped somewhat with the wind, but other than that… Todd made a quick mental note to get a winter jacket soon. Though who was he kidding? The teenager knew he would forget in about twenty minutes. Looking around frantically, Todd kept an eye out for infected, sometimes glancing up to the rooftops to see if any were peering over the edge. Fuck, Todd hated feeling on edge. It seemed like ever since the apocalypse happened, he hasn’t been able to get a decent night of sleep. Every time he turned his back, the poor teen felt like he was going to get pounced and have his guts ripped out. After an embarrassing noise close to a whimper escaped through Todd’s lips, he quickly started speed walking down the sidewalk. He jogged down the street until he was about a couple blocks away from the safe house before slowing down.

Glancing behind himself, he made sure that no one was following him. The streets were empty, which Todd found to be a little peculiar. But most of the time here in this city was either really dead or really crowded. He rubbed his reddening nose on his sleeve; it was already starting to run. “Great…” He muttered through his arm, cursing the cold. Todd really hoped that he wouldn’t get a cold this year. Turning on his heel, he was about to towards a local food market when something white on the side of the road caught his attention. He stopped in his tracks and fixated his eyes on it firmly. There was no way that thing could have been what Todd thought it was. Oh shit. Todd ran over and quickly bent over to pick it up- and oh my god, it was! In his hand was a shiny white golf ball. A huge grin stretched across the ginger’s face. What are the chances that a golf ball is in the middle of the street?! He wondered, vaguely aware of the happiness that was swelling up in his stomach. Just holding a golf ball again made Todd’s mind immediately go back to Victor. That foul-mouthed British hunter who probably drinks orphan tears with his tea. The teen admitted that he was a pretty shitty caddy, but even then the time spent with Victor was unforgettable. His cold fingers clenched around the plastic coated orb as his grin slowly started to fade. The happiness was washed away when he remembered that Victor was no longer in the city. Todd even thought that there was a chance that the hunter somehow ended up killed. The thought of that made Todd’s stomach squirm uncomfortably.

Todd had a horrible knack for always thinking of the worse possible situations. But once they popped up, he would then shove them into the back of his mind before he spent any more time dwelling on it. Ignorance was bliss and it helped Todd get through the day, as sad as that was. Pushing the depressing thought away, Todd shoved the golf ball in one of his pockets. As he trudged on his way down the road, his mind buzzed with past memories of the hunter he used to live with. Man, I’d give my left arm just to stay at a REAL house again… He missed a bed, showers, TV…oh fuck yes, TV…and video games! It’s been over a year since he’s touched an Xbox, or even a gameboy! Todd remembered how he attempted to remove the TV from Victor’s living room while he was transferring supplies. It ended up being much more heavier than he thought it was and accidentally dropped it on the floor. (He managed to snag the microwave though; Todd was NOT going cold turkey on hot pockets. NOPE. Not even during a zombie apocalypse)

Taking a moment to look around, Todd saw that he was walking along the park’s edge. He looked at the grassy area with a feeling of impending fear. Just the other day, that’s where he found Olivia creeping around in the bushes. He didn’t even know she was an infected then, either! There could be all sorts of weirdo infected hanging out in the oranging foliage. Then Todd spotted a figure in the distance, he narrowed his eyes to try and see clearer. There was something awfully familiar about the way the person was standing…and the color of the shirt that he was wearing. Wait…is that dude holding a…golf club?! There was only one person that Todd knew who carried a freakin’ golf club around to the park.

“No way…” The teen gaped and his mind completely blanked. OH God, oh fuck. What should he do?? Todd almost fell over himself when he suddenly lurched forward unwillingly and screamed Victor’s name. The sudden stop from his intended sprint made the assault rifle strapped to his back thump loudly against his spine. Its weight abruptly seemed to make its presence known again. Todd had almost forgotten that he had the firearm with him. No sound came out of his mouth however when he tried to call out to Victor, and his throat felt dry like sand. He swallowed awkwardly and huffed, just taking a moment to stare at the hunter. Todd grinned; Victor was alive! And he was here! Right now! In front of him! Playing golf like he didn’t even go anywhere! The teen’s mind was reeling; oh jeez, so much to do! But how to even start?

“Hey…!” Todd heard himself say in a quieter-than-expected voice. Victor didn’t seem to hear, No shit, that was barely even a whisper! The teen suddenly felt embarrassed for how lame and pathetic his attempt to yell to Victor had been. He balled his hands into fists and narrowed his dark sapphire eyes with determination. “BOSS!” There we go. He saw Victor’s head snap in his direction. Todd stood there for a second or two, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Hngn, why did Todd have to make everything awkward?? Fuck it. Todd staggered forward again and just started a full on run towards the hunter. “Dude!” The kid was so excited in this moment that he couldn’t even remember Victor’s name. He probably didn’t even notice the golf balls that Victor was probably trying to hit him with as he approached.

[RapturesSaviour]

Victor slipped two of his fingers around the ball in his pocket for a few moments before pulling it out, and setting his single eye upon it. Just looking at the white sphere gave him so many memories; some treasured, some hated. However, even though there were many displeasing things that had become of his life no thanks to this solid, shiny white ball, he couldn't help but smirk. There was always the question of 'what if'. What if he had not chose to do what he had? What if when he was but a boy, he passed the class that he had failed, and not seen that television show that hooked him in to the game of golf? That had caused him to become infatuated with a sport? That had set a course for his life?

It was all just one big mystery. And even though sometimes he liked to wonder, he wouldn't have wanted it to happen any other way...except for maybe the demise of his wife, but that was all over and done with. Nothing he could do about that now. And with a huff, Victor set the golf ball down, his smirk melting into a puddle of frown which enabled some jagged, sharp hunter teeth to jut out. He gripped at his golf club for a second time, ready to swing it to life- but something caught his attention. Someone...was calling him? Someone was most definitely calling him, yes. There was no one else out here, it must be for him.

He looked in the direction he had heard voice; before even looking he could tell it sounded familiar. He couldn't exactly pin-point it because it was quite a bit of a distance away, but hell he knew he had heard that voice before. It only took precisely 10 seconds before his face snapped into a complete, appalled expression. His brows furrowed deeply, one twitching with instant frustration, his nose wrinkled tightly which caused more than half of his sharp teeth to be exposed- he could feel the palms of his hands start to sweat with only 20 seconds more, his grip knuckle-whiteningly tight on the golf club. Fury was rising in his body quicker than carbon dioxide into the air from an exhaust pipe.

FUCKING...TODD...

Victor could feel his heart starting to race in his chest. It's that little bastard that left him, trashed his house, and what's more, he thinks he can just walk back into the picture all WILLY-NILLY and NOT GIVE A SHIT? BOSS?! Is that what the boy said? YES. Victor was positive the ginger bitch had said BOSS. This just aroused more hatred, and Victor felt his face grow hot. No, not just his face but more so his entire body. It was when the younger boy started to run TOWARDS him, did Victor take any action upon his anger, however. Absently, he cranked his arm back and swung his club to hit the ball Todd-wards as hard as he could. He really fucking hoped it hit that little ginger faggot in the nuts. A loud, detesting hiss formed it's way out through his clenched teeth as he watched the ball miss, and the kid not even phased.

Still two balls left...

As quickly as he could, Victor pulled the two balls, one after another out of his pocket and dropped them to the ground. Swinging his club viciously, he continued to aim at teen that was still running his way, almost as if he didn't notice the impending rage that the hunter was radiating.

"FUCK....YOU...." Victor growled silently, watching as the two other balls had missed like the one before them. At least that had said something to make a mental note of; shot gets worse upon fury. He stomped against the ground a few times before letting out curse after curse, then simply looking to his golf club, quickly twisting it horizontally only to grab the head at the other end. All of his rage was mustered up, and put towards bending the club with his own two hands.

He stopped before it was completely bent in half, and just tossed it. God, he was so angry. At least that helped. Sorta.

Once the teenager had finally made his way over, Victor did nothing but growl and narrow his eyes, glaring dangerously. Though after disposing of some of the anger through physical actions, there were two words he managed to bitterly sputter out with near regret;

"'Ello Todd..."

[TenderFoot]

Todd skidded to a stop about three feet in front of Victor, the normal distance that two people would stand from each other when engaging in casual conversation. The ginger raised his hands in front of himself and nervously tapped his fingers together. Oh wow, I really thought I was just going to run head on into him and hug him like crazy… Todd had noticed the bent-in-half golf club Victor had just tossed to the side. His dark blue eyes fearfully met Victor’s single one. But yeah… that would have been pretty gay. Guys don’t do that to other guys… hey well, wait. Guys shouldn’t do that to anyone ever I don’t think… Todd swallowed, “Heeeeeey…” Holy shit, Victor sure did look pissed off. The teen inwardly whined, But whhhhhy, doesn’t he miss me?? I totally missed him… even though he’s a hunter. Oh shit, what is wrong with me. FFHAGHH… NO. I shouldn’t…be DOING THAT… with an infected. The smaller male shivered at Victor’s voice, it sounded like he was about to snap a baby’s neck in half, he was so angry.

Then Todd remembered why, or to what he THOUGHT was why… He paled and flattened his arms to his sides. Last year he had left Victor without telling him where he was going or why. All this time Todd presumed Victor dead, the other might have done the same with him. Oh shit wait. Todd suddenly cringed and held his hands in front of himself, If Victor’s back…then that means he totally knows what happened to his house. Fuck, I totally trashed it and stole all that stuff! Ohfuck.OhGodno-His body felt like it was just doused with freezing cold water. Fear washed through his veins and held his face into a horrified expression for about two seconds before Todd closed his mouth and forced himself to calm down. They can smell fear! Don’t show it no matter what! A nervous and awkward laugh forced its way out of Todd’s mouth. He tried to maybe lift Victor’s mood with an attempt at some jovial emotion, but the hunter’s glare didn’t falter one smidge. The ginger stopped and looked at Victor uneasily, his gaze shifting every time it made contact with the other’s cold grey eye.

The awkwardness was rising with every second they stood across from each other. Todd found the atmosphere to be torture. Ahhg! He’s so pissed at me, I just know it! Suddenly he remembered that there were lots more memories of Victor being angry than pleased with him in the past. Todd tried to think of something to do to ease the tension, but his thoughts always went back to the hug he should of just got done and over with when he was running. Pursing his lips, Todd screwed his eyes shut and threw himself at Victor, wrapping his arms around the other. He felt embarrassed at how awkward it was considering they were both dudes, but he hadn’t seen Victor in forever! He was allowed to give him at least one hug, right? That’s totally accepted by the dude code and not seen as gay in any way at all, yep! The hug only lasted about 1.5 seconds before Todd quickly stepped back and put his hands behind his back. He had the feeling that Victor would rip his face off if he held on long enough to give him a chance to respond. Todd stared at his feet, which he was scuffing against one another shyly. “So uh…what’s been up, dude?” His face felt hot and it was probably red, no way Todd was looking up at that scary hunter’s face until he calmed down.

[RapturesSaviour]

“Heeeeeey…”

As soon as the greeting awkwardly left Todd's mouth, Victor could feel the thin branch which was his patience and tolerance nearly snapping. His claws curled against each other, his hand balled up into a tight fist. Man was he lucky to be wearing his gloves, because if he were not- let's just say he'd have a row of 3 inch holes left in the palm of his hands by now. It didn't take long for Victor's hard glare to punch a nice fist of realization into the teen's mind. Hell, he could see it. He could see the fear that had suddenly washed over Todd's face like a tidal wave. It was nearly glorious. Victor could feel a dark smirk start to emerge from the corners of his mouth, but that was lost as soon as the immune boy rid of his expressed fear. Damn.

The glare hardened once more as Todd laughed. God damned, Victor just wanted to LITERALLY punch a hole on his face. Oh he would, one more little sound and he SWORE he would! He could feel it, the urge, so powerful. His fists, shaking with the pressure and strength being put into them. And just as he was about to swing one of them fists with the blood all squeezed out, a pair of arms were wrapped around his upper torso. W-Wait...what was this? What?!Todd was...hugging him? Victor was caught completely off guard. Everything seemed so slow down in that moment- his eye and eye socket alike, both wide with astonishment. Jesus christ, and here he thought he would rip Todd's face off. Instead, Victor's expression eased, and he started to feel himself relax in the hug- that is, until it was no longer. Once Todd removed himself (which was only a few seconds later,) Victor clenched his teeth for a second time, and growled gently.

"I do have a name, Todd." he managed between throat rumbles, and allowed his fists to relax completely into open hands at his sides. He could tell Todd didn't exactly want to face him while he was this angry- but he had EVERY. RIGHT TO BE, for once. FOR ONCE, Victor had every single right to tear this little shit limb from limb, but...for once, he didn't want to. He could tell from the hug that Todd was actually making an effort, which was- at least to say, a little heart warming. Not that Victor's heart was warmed or anything, haha no.

"Wot's been up, you ausk?" the hunter actually put a finger to his chin, and looked up in thought. "Well....I jus' got back from Britain...visitin' my family. They're a bunch of barmpots, I must say." a small, irregular grin slipped on to his face, and he let out a scoff of a chuckle. And all at once, his grin faded as well as the small laugh that had escaped. "Wot about you, hm? Runnin' off like tha', and leavin' me behoind...as well as trashin' my place. I'm sure there must be a bloody good reason for tha'." Victor raised both of his eyebrows, and scanned his vision over Todd. That's right, boy. Spit it out.

[TenderFoot]

Another strangled laugh left Todd, “Ahahaaha… Oh yeah,” The teen promptly raised a fist to his chin and cleared his throat. “Victor.” He said the name as an afterthought, remembering how the Britain hated being called ‘dude’. Crap, that’s practically the most used word in my vocabulary! Dammiiiiiit… This was ….freakin’ frustrating. But Todd didn’t dare cross Victor right now, he did NOT want to piss him off any further.

The hunter raised a finger to his chin, and Todd couldn’t help but notice that the tips were pointed like sharp knives. Claws, oh right… hunter’s had those. Meeeehh…. And the teeth! The shark like teeth that flashed behind Victor’s lips every time he opened his mouth made Todd shiver. Fuck, now he was imaging all those pointy things digging into his skin and tearing his flesh away. “Ahghhh…. “ Todd made a weak cry that was barely audible, and started holding himself. Stopit,stopit! NO. Stand your ground, he’s gonna think you’re a weirdo. WHAT ARE YOU DOING SNAP OUT OF IT. Todd’s eyes snapped open and saw that he was facing the ground again. He snapped his spine back up so he was looking at Victor properly. “Uhh…uh…uh…” The teen bit his lip.

Oh the pressure was on now. Should he lie? Was it even worth it…..? No… probably not. Todd cracked under Victor’s hard glare and frantically started waving his arms around. “No! Well I didn’t MEAN to leave! I just HAD too!” Todd stopped flailing his arms and grabbed the thick black strap that crossed his chest. He continued to stare up at Victor even though it was painful. Though one thing Todd knew he didn’t want Victor to know about was that his brother Tadd was the one who forced him out of the city. Because stupid Tadd just ended up bring him on a while goose chase and dumped him back here when it was all said and done. Jeez, does Victor even know that I have a twin? I don’t think I even mentioned it to him…. Probably cause I thought Tadd had died before, weeeeh! Todd needed to stop assuming everyone was dead all the time. “But I’m back now! And well uh… Yeah when I came back to the city… I kinda…” Todd kicked at the ground, “went back to your place to see if you were there, and you weren’t! SO I uh….. kinda thought you were killed or something.” The younger male glanced up at Victor to see his expression. “And I well…. Didn’t really think a dead person would really mind their stuff being borrowed……” The redhead forced a grin, which was painfully strained. “I sorta moved back into that safe house from before…. HEY, at least I didn’t MOVE into your place, right?!” He raised his hands in front of himself defensively and waved them. How awkward would it be if Todd woke up one day to find Victor sitting back at the kitchen table sipping his morning tea. Totes awks. The actual reason that Todd didn’t claim Victor’s house for his new shelter was because the dwelling held onto too many memories of Victor. (Duh, it was his house) And whenever Todd was reminded about the British hunter, he would immediately start grieving and feeling depressed.

“…….by the way, sorry about the TV.” Todd quickly breathed, reaching up to his hat and tugging it down over his eyes.

[RapturesSaviour]

Victor's eye flicked over Todd's form dangerously as he listened to the younger male speak. Hm, he didn't want to believe what he was saying, but somewhere deep in his gut he knew he should; and did. He would have asked WHY the ginger had to leave, but the question just didn't seem to cross his mind as much as you'd think it normally would if somewhere were curious. The main reason for that is, the fact that Todd was here NOW, and that he was alive and...well. Victor was not going to admit that he was glad to see the kid still in-tact with flesh and bone all in correct order. No way in HELL was he going to say anything about that. Not ever. Not if his life depended on it. Maybe...yeah, no. That totally wasn't the British golfer's style.

"Well Todd, I hope you know I would 'ave much appreciated if you DID stay in the house instead, and not have created such a MESS." he hissed for a moment, but then relaxed his features. You could still tell that he was tense, but not enough to be scary. "Ah well, you do know wot you'll be doin' now, roight?" a grin. "That's roight Todd...you're going to CLEAN UP that mess. I don't really care about what you do after, as long as you make it spick and bloody span. And the best part? OHohooo, you are not getting ANYTHIN' for it. Not a single dime. This is your duty, Todd. And you, are going to fulfill it." Victor raised a clawed hand, and set it on top of Todd's head, rubbing the teen's hat back and forth quickly to ruffle his ginger hair up underneath. "OH an' don't you worry about the T.V. Sure it was an antique, but out with the old, in with the new, roight? We'll see I suppose." the hunter pulled his hand back, and folded his arms over his chest. It felt kind of good to act as if nothing happened. Really good, even. He thought he was being pretty reasonable as well; after all, it was Todd who caused all this in the first place. Though he did wonder...

"Are you ready to move on, Todd? This is a big choice here, and I want you to think abou' it. Please." Victor patiently tapped his claws against his arms, then dropped them to his sides. He was going to let the kid decide. He had to- because Victor wouldn't deal with that stuff again. Not a chance.

[TenderFoot]

A shiver ran through Todd’s limbs when Victor’s smooth accent reached his reddening ears. “Uggghgh…” He couldn’t help but stare at his feet and hunch his shoulders, preparing for an embarrassing lecture. But what Victor had to say was the complete opposite of what Todd thought the hunter was going to say. The confused teen snapped his eyes up again to meet Victor’s. The redhead didn’t even notice that his jaw was hanging open slightly. Wait, he would have LIKED me to crash at his house?? …Well I guess that would make sense… Would he of liked it to see me in his house after his visit to Britain? The conflicted male felt totally insignificant compared to and of the interesting and foreign citizens Victor probably conversed with back home. Todd was brought back to reality when Victor suddenly decided that he had to come back to the house and clean up the mess he made.

He shuddered and looked at the hunter fearfully even though Victor’s tone had stepped down a notch. Wow, Victor being so…. NICE is actually putting me a bit on edge… Todd couldn’t help but feel like maybe the predator here was trying to lead him into a false sense of security. Easier for the kill… Augh! No that’s stupid! Todd shook his head. But oh FFFF- God he’s not even pissed about the TV? And it was an antique?? The ginger was sure that if he had done that last year Victor probably would have skinned him alive. “Y-yeah sure, of course….” His thumb absently started rubbing the strap he was still clutching onto. “I mean… that would be kinda rude of me not to go back and clean up the mess I made back at your place, dude.” He smiled sheepishly, “Oh, and uh….” His smile fell when he bit down on his lip. “I have your…microwave. And the couch thingy that I found in the closet. Some other stuff too and you can come back with me to the safe house to pick up-“ The younger male cut himself quiet when Victor mentioned something about ‘moving on’.

What….what does that even mean? …MOVE on… Todd wondered, tilting his head slightly. The panicky feeling returned to the teen’s gut. Crap, that could mean a buncha different stuff…And he even said PLEASE… FFFFFViiiiicccctoor… Why do you have to be so British, what is this even. I don’t know wha- MOVE ON? What…. WHAT? He reached up and pulled down on his hat, straightening it from when the hunter pushed it to the side. “….What do you mean?” Was Victor telling him to move on from what had happened last year when he was his caddy? Or was he talking about leaving the safe house and moving back in with him? Todd really, REALLY wouldn’t mind doing that, especially with winter right around the corner. The fear of rejection caused his smile to falter weakly, suddenly he was feeling twelve times as nervous. Todd never really thought anyone would actually WANT him back; it’s not like there was anything special about him.

[RapturesSaviour]

"VICTOR. The name is VICTOR, we've been over this. No more of tha' silly pish posh...DUDE. I am not dude, that is completely rubbish, and I will not stand for it. My name is Victor, and it has been ever since the day I was born! It will REMAIN Victor, as well. Nothing you and your bloody American slang can do to change it, so I suggest you give up now while I'm not at your NECK for what you have DONE to my house. And my thoughts. Yes, you actually worried me but we WILL NOT go into that. Now SHUT. UP. TODD. Christ." The hunter huffed, face growing a deep hue of red. Now it wasn't just angry, but also embarrassment. Twice in one day? This was insane. He had no idea what this little piss off of a boy did, but it sure caught him off guard and he hated it. Whatever, he could take out the trash if he ever really desired to do so; which he didn't, and probably never would.

The single eye that was left in Victor's skull jerked to the side with thought. Todd had confessed more things that he had stolen, (which Victor knew about) and then asked him to help deliver them back to his own place. Boy, that plan might have sounded more appealing had Victor ALLOWED him to do so. Though when his eye focused back on the teen, he seemed to be troubled by the 'moving on' proclamation. The eye rolled, then snapped back. "First of all," Victor let out a breathy laugh then put a hand to his face. Jesus Christ, how dare this kid even expect anything of him after all the shit he's pulled. First being a shitty caddy, then that one time where he ran him out of his own damn house, and then FUCKING his house right up the ass by leaving it a sty for when Victor came home. It was disgraceful, and Victor hated it. He should be ringing this little bastard's neck up, but he simply couldn't. Todd was pretty much one of the only people he could 'rely' on, and relying on someone felt...well, made you feel warm on the inside. Not that he did or anything, nope.

"I am NOT helping you take anythin' back to my house. You can do that ALL on your OWN because for some STUPID bloody reason you thought it would be a good fuckin' idea in the first place." the golfer paused, then flexed his hands a little and scanned over the ginger's face. God, for some reason this was become quite a difficult thing to say, and he wasn't sure if he could just GET IT ALL OUT without beating around the imaginary bush. But he had to try. "Well uh...I mean....move on," he waved a hand in front of himself, eye looking down to watch his own movements. "Move on....like...." he puffed his cheeks out, then just decided to drop the whole embarrassing bomb in one breath. "Move on. Not leave again. Come back with me. SHUTUPTODD." he clenched his teeth together, hissing out a strained breath through his their tightly shut sharpness. Fuck that was so embarrassing. Fuck he could feel his face growing hot. Boy, don't make this any worse than it is or I will cut you, and you will bleeeeeed. He placed his index finger and thumb on the brim of his hat, and tilted it a little. Got he hoped the fluster would go away, and that it wasn't very visible. May as well label it, 'THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN VICTOR OFFERS SOMETHING TO SOMEONE HE DOESN'T MIND'. Totally embarrassing in every aspect.

[TenderFoot]

The teen’s hands flew up in front of himself and he waved them around, “Alright alright! VICTOR, VICTOR! Not dude. Got it!” He placed one of the hands on top of his hat and muttered to himself, “Wow, how could I even forget THAT…” He shook his head, trying to jog it out of the Victor-less mindset he had been locked in for the past year. Victor was British and god damn proud of it, all of the American influences around him did nothing to deter his absolute hate for it. “…Sorry.” Todd managed to squeak out before he was told to shut up. As odd as it was, he couldn’t help but grin at that; just like old times.

His grin then fell when Victor told him that he was going to have to bring everything back to his house…by himself. Todd’s mouth fell open and he held his arms out at his sides defensively, “WHAT?! D- I mean…Victor…” The teen narrowed his eyes, catching himself before making that mistake again. He then continued after a moment, “I can’t do that! You know how LONG that took me!? FFFFFF- NO. Your house is like a four hour walk from my safe house, Come ONNNN…” He slumped forward lamely, letting his arms flop in front of himself. He whined, “Viiiiiiiiccctooooorr… COMMMMEEE OOOOOONNN… Wrry!!” Todd flapped his arms suddenly and then settled them on his head after. Just imagining all the work it would take to drag all the shit Todd ALREADY took from Victor’s house was making him feel exhausted and felt the need to COMPLAIN about it. Just like any lazy teenager would.

Things were certainly going back to the way they were; maybe even faster than either of the males expected.

Saying that, Todd froze. He peered around his arms and eyed Victor suspiciously. “Wait….” He places a hand on his chin and rubbed it, taking a few steps towards the golfing hunter. “Did you say…move back in wit-OKAY OKAY!” He laughed and pulled his shoulders back when he was told to shut up. But he couldn’t stop grinning; he was smiling so hard it hurt his face. Todd would of wanted nothing more than to just move back in with Victor and continue the things with how they were before. He noticed the red on Victor’s face and bit his tongue, Oh yeah…there were some awkward times, weren’t there? Todd felt his own face grow red but ignored it for now. Later they would maybe discuss some of those things…. If Victor wanted to at least… Or maybe if Todd even WANTED to discuss…those…things. Yeah. “Derp.” Todd said the word out loud to compliment his thoughts and immediately felt stupid when he received an odd look from Victor. He waved a hand distractedly, “Yeah no, that would be…awesome.” He finished lamely, trying to bite down a stupid smile.

[RapturesSaviour]

All the complaining was starting to make Victor's head ache; wow, this really was like old times. So similar to a year ago, that it was nearly scaring the British hunter. Not that it was bad or anything, in fact he was glad that things were going back to the way they were already, but it was just how fast that really bit on his nerves. It wasn't the content that scared him either, but more the way he felt towards the younger male. THAT'S what scared him. He figured he shouldn't worry about it though, most definitely not yet. He had a very solid memory upon what had happened before; Todd is one of the most awkward teenagers he'd ever met- Actually, to be quite honest, Victor would surely be surprised if any of that stuff that had happened to come up between them again, even though he could clearly see Todd's face going a bit red as well. It's not that Victor didn't want it to...

Victor's thoughts were broken by an abrupt "derp." What the hell was that. He couldn't help but stare at the younger boy who was looking quite silly while trying to hide a grin that wanted to bloom upon his face. Not even when he spoke did Victor stop staring at him. The golfing champion waited a few moments after Todd was finished talking entirely to open his mouth. "Derp?" a flat expression consumed his face. "Derp? Wot the fuck does derp mean. Is that a short form of something? Wot the hell does that even mean? Is that some sort of American slang? Wot the fuck could it even be?! Tha' doesn't make any SENSE TODD! Why do you say things that don't make any bloody sense!? Wot if I go around sayin' STFUT. No wait, tha' actually STANDS for something, unlike wot you said. SEE, mine stands for SHUT THE FUCK UP, TODD. But I'm not going to go around saying DERP or wotever the fuck you said, just to try and be COOL. That's not even a WORD! IS IT? Is that a word, Todd? Augh never mind don't even tell me. If it's a word I hate it and don't want to hear it again." Victor hissed in a breath through his teeth that were once again clenched together tightly. Why does he waste so much time on something so stupid? Todd was obviously never going to learn how to be PROPER or know PROPER English. Derp, psh what even is that. And DUDE, seriously? Does he just go around calling everyone that? Jesus Christ, Victor sort of wanted to sock him one just so he'd never use the term again; but he was better than that.

"Anyways...Todd, I'll go with you RIGHT NOW to your...safe room or wotever it is, and I will carry one thing. The rest, you will carry back, alright? You dumbarse teenagers these days do the most stupid things, I swear. Look at that you just made more work for yourself, and why? Oh well you probably can't even answer that. Oh and stop GRINNING like an idiot, I can't bear it." Victor turned his head away, thinning his lips together tightly while trying to avoid the teeth that protruded. Damned these things were so bothersome sometimes! He also wished his face would stop being so hot; it was cold outside and he could nearly feel himself breaking into a sweat. Not like he gave a shit about the cold weather anyways, but this was just silly! "Lead me on then, Todd. COME ON I'm not going to stand around here all day. I'd rather get this done than REUNITE with someone whom I want to smack with a golf club. THAT MEANS YOU." Victor waved a gloved hand, still not looking back to the ginger. Oh boy, this day was already feeling long.

[TenderFoot]

Todd stared at Victor for a good minute or two when he ranted about the word ‘derp’. I knew I would regret that word ever coming out of my mouth. Sweet Jesus… Todd only sunk further and further into himself with each insult Victor spat. He hung his head and felt his face continuing to get redder. He raised a hand to his face and rubbed it, “Ahgh, Gahd…” He didn’t even bother to open his mouth to try and explain because he knew Victor would just tell him to shut- yep. There he goes. Finally when Victor had decided to shut his mouth about DERP, Todd let his arm flop down and he looked back up. The hunter’s teeth were bared as Victor hissed and the ginger couldn’t help but wince. Ahhh, FFFF…those teeth. Augh…. So sharp like…. Wow. He crossed his arms across his chest and held onto them so he was sort of holding himself. His stomach squirmed a little and he felt like he might be a little sick. Hopefully his face wouldn’t turn green. Then it would be Christmas all up in this bitch.

Yeah, ok. No way Todd was EVER going to use the word ‘derp’ again, Jesus Christ.

Soon, Todd was actually snapped at and told to hurry up. The teen was thankful that Victor offered to take some of his items back to his house so he quickly scampered around, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the hunter was following him. Around the barrel of his assault rifle, he saw the angry and usual grumpy face of Victor. Todd tried a weak smile, “Hey if it makes you feel any better I thought you were dead! If I knew you were gonna come back I wouldn’t of touched anything, I swear!” His eyebrows shot up innocently. He was telling the truth, because who would WANT to have an angry hunter at your throat for stealing their stuff? Not Todd. No, he always made sure to be safe and cautious around infected. Even now, he had his back turned to a hunter and in the back of his mind he wanted to just run. But he had to control himself...this was Victor... Viiiictor.. He could TRUST Victor...right? Although the hunter was always angry and dishing out threats at the top of his voice, Todd was 68% sure he wouldn't...actually... hurt him. Maybe. Ah fuck, I hate this sort of uncertainty! Todd mentally cried with a shiver.

The immune quickened his pace when they reached the edge of the park, barely looking left and right before he bolted across the street and onto the sidewalk. “But yeah! I’m so glad you actually DID come back because it’s startin’ to get cold.” Todd laughed to himself as he continued down the block. His hand instinctively returned to the black strap across his chest. “Cause winter in the safe houses aren’t too warm if you remember from last year…” The redheaded teen rolled his blue eyes, and then huffed. Oh God, I must smell pretty terrible too… Todd’s eyes shifted from side to side before he subtly lifted an arm to take a whiff. He shrugged and then continued towards the abandoned safe house. He was probably used to his own smell by now, but it’s been about a week since he’s had a shower. Running water was so hard to come by and the safe house really didn’t have any besides a sink.

[RapturesSaviour]

Victor thinned his lips over his jagged teeth, and watched as Todd spun around to start rushing in the other direction. A long, drawn out sign escaped the hunter's mouth, and he closed his eye for a moment, urging his legs to move forward. Once Todd spoke to him, however, his eye snapped back open and the ginger had most, if not all of his full attention. He started to walk faster; augh, this was retarded, why was Todd trying to talk to him when they weren't side by side and in real visual contact? Stupid. So stupid. Victor tilted his head with a slight amusement at Todd's words. He knew the boy wouldn't lie to him, because he knew just how much of a pussy Todd was in reality. Sure he had a large gun strapped to himself, but that could hardly even hide his fear. A grin swept across Victor's face, and he chuckled lowly. He supposed he really shouldn't be TOO mad, right? Todd did make the assumption that he was dead. Suddenly a frown took over Victor's expression again. No, it was his own fault! He was the one that left first, the little bastard. He had no right to assume that!

Once Todd started to speed up, Victor's frustration grew. JEEZ this kid was going to run him ragid one day! He picked up his pace and hesitantly started jogging after the teen, his strong legs casually striding yet using more force. And accidentally, yet on purpose, Victor found himself walking beside the younger male. Hm, this was different. He couldn't help but look down at Todd's height compared to his own- quite short, if he had to say so himself. Then again, he himself WAS kind of tall...a sly grin slipped across Victor's face. Ah well, it's amusing nonetheless.

"I suppose I'm glad I came back as well, I already told you how unBEARABLE my family was becoming. Bunch of idiots, they can be. But yes, I wouldn't want you to become some sort of....TODDcicle." the grin became purely sinister, and Victor pulled in a deep breath of cold air through his nostrils. It stung his nose a bit. For how little the cold effected the British golfer on the outside, it sure wasn't the same story for in the inside. He snorted, trying to get that cold feeling out of his nose; it was very uncomfortable. "Not only tha'...but now you'll not even need your gun. I mean, you wont ever need to shoot me...and I got your back." the effort pushed into the grin to make it look dark faded, and instead formed into a smug smile. It was true. He'd never try and kill Todd, and if anyone DID every try and hurt his caddy, oh he wouldn't let them go unpunished. ESPECIALLY if it was a common infected. God he hates those. He hated EVERY type of infected- He hated the fact he WAS one. It was so nerve plucking, yet there was not one thing he could do about it. If only Todd knew. "Come on, I don't want this to take all bloody day."

[TenderFoot]

Turning his head to the side, Todd grinned to see Victor next to him. He suddenly felt a lot more comfortable and he sighed in silent thanks. At some point Todd would have to ask Victor if hunters really could smell fear, he needed to get his facts straight after all. He was a survivor! He needed to learn from the infected, find out how they tick…yes. The teen smiled up at Victor, “So you’re actually HAPPY to be back in America?! That’s crazy, cause I woulda thought you’d love it back there… surrounded with…” Todd looked at his hands in front of himself to try and think of the word he was reaching for, “…Britishfolk.” He looked at Victor blankly. “You know… because they’re British and usually British people hate America.” The teen didn’t even think he stereotyping would offend the hunter. It thought, Todd furrowed his eyebrows together. Victor said he got my back, heh. Todd felt his heart start to flutter at the golfer’s words. The teen wasn’t much of a solo artist anyhow. He glanced back over his shoulder at his gun, “Well…. Even if I wouldn’t need it. I’d still carry it around.” He smirked, there was nothing cooler than holding a gun. Todd felt like such a badass whenever he did. “Plus you never know!” He concluded with a shrug, ending the conversation when Victor snapped at him.

“Alright alright! Chill, it’s right around this corner!” Todd pointed and showed him, and sure enough, five steps later the bright and rusted red door came into view. Jogging over to it, Todd grabbed one of the bars and pulled it open, not even wincing when the hinges shrieked. “Right here!” The teen hopped inside, still several paces in front of the older male. With one quick glance, Todd remembered that he had left the safe house in a state of disarray, much like he had used to do to his room. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he darted across the room, grabbing empty food containers and random objects that littered the floor as quickly as he could. Great, now Victor is gonna remember that I can’t even clean up after myself, FFFFFF…He’d totally be enthused ‘bout me comin’ back to his house! He thought to himself sarcastically.

Just as Todd tossed the first heap of garbage into the trash can, Victor appeared in the doorway. His eye narrowed at the interior state of the safe room, slowly taking it all in with definitive air. Todd looked at the hunter, ashamed for a second before returning to quickly try and tidy up the small room. “So uh, yeah sorry ‘bout the mess. Eheh…” Todd kicked a chair out of his way until it rested up against a wall. Next to him was the weapons locker, which had its thin iron doors wide open for all to see. With another nervous laugh, Todd hurried and slammed it shut before giving Victor an apologetic look. “But yeah, microwave is over there,” He jerked a shoulder at the other side of the room, seeing Victor’s gaze fallow his motion Todd looked back to his bed. He made a panicked wheezing noise when he realized that his stuffed turtle was laying on top of the sheets in broad daylight. Fuck! He stumbled over and dived on top of his bed, tucking the turtle under his body protectively from view. The small cot squeaked like the door hinges and bounced slightly. Todd shoved his reddening face into the bed and tried stuffing the turtle under the blankets without Victor seeing. Then he flipped over and pushed himself up with his hands, face flushed and panting. He stared at Victor with his hard blue eyes, “S-sorry you had to see that.” His eyebrows were furrowed angrily. God, why did he have to be such a retard most of the time? Todd glanced down at the small fold up bed he was sitting on and patted it. “OH. This is from your house too. Didn’t know if you wanna bring it back or not…”

[RapturesSaviour]

Sometimes, the complete rubbish that was spewing out of Todd's mouth like a broken sewage pipe was simple disregarding, and Victor abhorred it. Seriously, where did he even get that thought from? He DID like being in Britain, but he just didn't like his family. Not even an ounce. Not even after the things they had done for him- because it would never compare to the things they had not done for him. The things they left him on his own to do- how they never payed attention to him as a child and left him to find his own way in life completely. He should have tore the living daylights out of the little family he had rest, but it was too late now. He huffed in absent thought, and rolled his eyes at Todd. Rediculous. Fucking America was the worst place on the face of the earth...other than all the other terrible places, that is.

Once the red door had reached the retina of Victor's still-in-tact-eye, he could feel a small sensation in his stomach, something that made him want to grin. Maybe it was his frustration dispersing? Most likely. He just wanted to get this bollucks over with, and with that very red door in view, it just meant that it was one step closer to all being done and over with. One step closer to having Todd close again...one step closer to- ah god, what was he even thinking? The slight smile that had tugged on the corner of his mouth had quickly dropped into a deep frown that showed no more mercy to the delivery of anymore happyness. No way, Victor needed to get his shit together. This was just UNBEARABLY embarrassing. And damn, he could already feel his face growing hot for a second moment today- obviously, nothing could be worse than this. What did this god forsaken ginger do to him...?

Victor waited patiently as the boy pulled the door open, still slowly making his way over with hesitated steps. His mind was buzzing, but he did his best to try and ignore anything that went past the fact that he was finally here. "OH bravo Todd, I had not the idea you could be so smart so as to open your own safe-room door." the hunter clapped lamely, finally making his way over. Yes, the insults were a distraction to his thoughts. Brilliant recovery. Britishly brilliant. Once said golfer was practically standing at the safe room door, he leaned against the side and folded his arms, relaxing a leg over the other. It was amusing to watch the daywalker try and clean up the absolute mess he had left in his 'room', especially because he knew why- but still, no grin or smile was cracked except for in the depths of his tainted mind. "Oh my Todd, you really ah' quite a messy boy. No bloody wonder you left my 'ouse in such a bloody mess. We'll 'ave to work on tha', wont we now?" the male hunter raised a clawed hand, and tapped a finger to his cleft chin with a hidden mirth.

Oh god, Victor felt his heart nearly stop for a moment at all those weapons. He hoped he would never have to see such an array ever again- christ, he could have sworn that was his worst nightmare right there. The look Todd had given him after closing the iron doors to the list of weapons was quite reassuring, though, and allowed Victor to relax and let his heart start slowing down for it had sped up intently with a smidgen of fear. He wouldn't express it though- no way in HELL. However, his perterbed gaze was drawn away from the weapon filled locker to look to the stolen microwave. He honestly didn't care much about the appliance, it was just more the fact the Todd had stolen it that made him beyond pissed. As he was about to walk over to grab it, Todd dashed to- the bed? The quick movement easily caught Victor's attention, as well as his senses and interest. What was the boy doing? He did his best to attempt and analyze the situation, scrutinizing it.

From an ignorant point of view, it looked a bit perverted; but once again, Victor knew better. It almost looked as if the ginger was trying to hide something...but he didn't know what, for it was already hidden. Curiousity filled the hunter, causing him to look over the teen as soon as he flipped back with a red face and blue eyes that Victor felt were like little bullets that shot through his heart. Fuck, why was this kid so fucking cute sometimes- that look, it was unreal. He turned his head. Not looking at that, not now. "Wotever Todd, you know damn well that yor going to be picking it up once we leave, and carrying it all the way back to my 'ouse. And if you didn't, well then surprise. That is your task." the Britain scoffed and tilted his nose slightly in the air, finally completing his walk over to the microwave to pick up it, and carry it. "Come on Todd, get to work now. Chop chop, tally-ho."

(Lol omg the irony of using Tally-ho, it's a British saying mostly used for fox-hunting PDFDFD LOL. Also ghh! Sorry this is so late ;_; )

[TenderFoot]

Seriosuly? Carry the whole freakin’ bed back to your house. Nuh-uh. No way! That was like a three hour walk if Todd remembered correctly. Brows still furrowed, Todd looked down at the cot he was sitting on. “Mmh….WELL…Victor… I don’t mean to like… contradict myself or whatever,” Todd flopped a hand down on the blankets, he wasn’t sure if ‘contradict’ was the right word he was looking for, but he knew it sort of sounded like it. “But, if I’m gonna be sleeping at your house. I’m gonna be staying in the same room, right? I don’t think I’m gonna need this fold out.” The ginger pushed off from the squeaky mattress and looked back at it, chewing on his lip. “Well I mean it’s YOURS… but..” He warily glanced over his shoulder at the hunter. “Uh…well don’t worry! It will be back at your house eventually! Though I wanna just chill when we get there..for the first time.” He tried to reason, “I mean, It’d be dark by the time we try to make a second trip.”

After spending almost a year cramped inside this stupid safe house, Todd couldn’t wait to actually stay at a real house. It would be just like before, when he didn’t have to worry about a zombie cutting open his throat every nigh- well okay…maybe he STILL had to worry about that. Nonetheless, there was something about being in an actual bed on the second floor that made him feel safer.

Todd eyed the hunter with slight distain, not really looking forward to Victor bossing him around again like he used to. Although he was excited and happy to start living with the other, nothing much had changed about either of them it seemed. Todd was still a lazy, dull-toned teenager who would rather play video games all day rather than do chores. While Victor was still the grumpy-ass British golfer who wanted to bash everything in the face with his club. “Well… I’ll get it back eventually… if you’re worried about it never returning to your house… just when mm…” Todd pushed up from the bed and strode over to the other side of the room towards the microwave. “When it gets warmer n’ all that jazz.” Yes, Todd was making excuses. He was most likely never ever going to come back here to transport the stupid cot all the way back to Victor’s house. It always worked for his parents, say you’ll get to something later and eventually they’ll just forget what you were even supposed to do. Todd kinda grinned to himself as he pulled out the plug to the microwave out of the wall, Haha…old people.

He took the appliance over to the bed and laid it down on the sheets, opening the small door with a push of a button. Knowing that the turtle plush was wrapped securely in the thin blanket to his right, he picked that up and shoved it into the opening, pushing it down until it was packed tight. He figured he might as well just use the microwave as a sort of suitcase to help move all the ‘essentials’ on the first trip back to Victor’s house. The essentials included a small bundle of clothes that were piled next to the weapons locker. The teen was actually running short of things to wear and would need to make a trip to the store or charity shelter to try and snag some clothes. Running around fighting zombies and crawling in mud really did a number on the thin fabrics; half of what Todd owned for clothes were now shredded up and riddled with holes in the bottom of some dumpster. Unknowingly, Todd put a hand on top of his head and fixated his hat; if he ever lost that…oh God he would just die. While he was shoving the microwave full of goods, the strap of his assault rifle slipped from his shoulder and down to his elbow. Grumbling in irritation, Todd stood back and pulled it back up, taking the time to tighten it so it fit across his chest. He stored a couple clips of ammo within the collection of clothes; but he really doubted he would need them due to what Victor said before. Still…better safe than sorry.

With a nod, Todd shut the door to the microwave and scooped his arms under it to test its weight. It was heavy but Todd made sure not to show it, he didn’t wanna look like a bitch in front of Victor and definitely didn’t want any help carrying it over. He would be able to do it, as long as he paced himself. Letting go of the metal box, Todd turned towards the back of the room to get another possession he would never leave without; his skateboard. As he grabbed it, a smile appeared on his face, turning it over in his hands before striding up to Victor. “You wouldn’t mind carrying this for me, would you?” He gave the hunter a sheepish smile. “I got the microwave and stuff…” The teen hesitantly handed over his skateboard, biting his lip nervously as it left his grip. Oh Jesus, he better be careful with that… Todd inwardly prayed as he turned back towards the bed to grab the microwave. He could easily see the rage-filled infected snapping it over his knee easily, just like he seemed to bend those metal golf clubs of his with almost no effort. Suppressing a shiver, Todd wrapped his arms around the microwave and hefted it up with a grunt. “Well…” He adjusted the heavy object until it felt comfortable in his arms; he shot Victor a grin before walking past him and out the safe room door. A strong and cold breeze washed over the teen’s lanky form, causing him to cringe. But he held fast and started walking in the direction of Victor’s house. The sooner we start the faster we get there. The teen thought, trying to encourage himself for the long walk ahead.

[RapturesSaviour]

Any thought that may have been going through the British hunter's mind at the moment was completely put out like a flame absolutely drenched in water. What was that the ginger boy had said? What what, 'I'm going to be staying in the same room, right?' balls, Victor couldn't stop himself from giving Todd a blank, and even surprised stare. The same room? The same room....does that mean....the same...bed? The golfer looked down for a moment in thought, eye and socket both wide. Well, he supposed if THAT was the way it was going to be, then the mattress didn't ever need to be brought back. In all honestly, he didn't even care too much about it- he just wanted to labor Todd after what he had done. That little ginger bitch, so lazy, yet so god damn complicated. Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes at how the boy mentioned it will be brought back eventually. Haha, no it wouldn't. But whatever, with what was said moments before, it didn't cross Victor's mind to give it more thought.

"YES yes Todd, you can stop making excuse." he flashed a small grin, a single eyebrow quirked as he looked back into the younger male's eyes. "I don't really CARE. I just felt the need to make you bloody WORK for your carelessness, recklessness, and for the absolutely infuriating actions you committed. But don't worry 'bout it, I changed my mind regardless..." Victor tapped at his chin with a claw, his vision wandering upwards. He was so curious to see how things were going to carry on now; probably all the same as before, but with a few little quirks here and there. After all, it's not like NOTHING changed. Sure, maybe they didn't change as individuals, but now the tension between them, the story, and the feelings all have, which could either cause everything to flip upside down, maybe for the better; or send everything to hell. Only time could tell.

Victor watched the teen struggle with himself boredly, just admiring how truly pathetic the boy was. Good god, even if he was a savage beast like he had been at one point, there was no way that he would ever pounce Todd and it would be simply out of pity. It didn't take a genius to see that Todd was weak. Maybe not that physically weak, (thought Victor had no doubt that he was,) but more mentally weak. Hell, the kid would piss himself whenever he saw a special effected; and as hilarious as it was, it was just as SAD all at the same time. Even if Todd was both mentally and physically weak, Victor had to admit that he was glad the boy never decided to off himself or something stupid like that. Ugh, that thought was something unpleasant. Just thinking if he never met the ginger before him made Victor feel almost hollow, knowing he would have been back in his dreadfully boring life without him. No, he had enough time without Todd. No more of that shit; he was with Todd now, and he'd most likely not stop being with him. Victor sighed gently, brows furrowed. He watched as Todd walked up to him while carrying his stupid skateboard that Victor oh so badly wanted to snap in half. Those stupid...toys. How does one even ride one of those...it's ridiculous. There's nothing to hold on to, and it's tiny. It could only fit like, one foot. What the hell is the point of that? That's just retarded. Todd is retarded. Haha, it fits. Maybe the ginger dumbass was made for the silly contraption. I bet it didn't even get him far, after all, how fast could it really go? Victor bet he could run just as fast.

The hunter eye'd the skateboard challengingly before looking back up to Todd. Oh god, Todd. What was it that made the boy so...tolerable? It was complicated, actually. It was almost as if Todd was so UNtolerable, that it was tolerable...augh. Victor shook his head and leaned in, wrapping his arms around said tolerable bastard.

Yes, a hug. Victor was hugging the idiot that almost ruined, yet saved his life. It felt good to do so; Victor wasn't exactly the hugging type. But right now, it felt as if it needed to be done. The boy was vulnerable, as was the man. He could feel his heart beating in his chest- ugh, disgusting. He was nervous. He was...exposed. God damnet, Victor had missed Todd so unfathomably much and it pained him because it was so hard to express these feelings without making everything awkward. Almost as fast as it had started, Victor pulled back from the hug and snagged the skateboard in his hand while doing so. There was no way he was going to look Todd in the face now; no bloody god damn way. And to prevent that from happening, he looked down, signifying for Todd to continue on with what he was planning on doing before that...horrible...action was played out. "Yeh....let's get the hell out of here..." Victor mumbled deeply, glaring at the ground as he as well, started walking. The walk back hardly seemed like anything to him, especially because the only thing in his hand was the flimsy board. As much as the golfer wanted to put Todd through more misery, he wouldn't. Not now, not after that. Fuck, what was he doing to himself. The whole way back, Victor's form was heavy. He was almost hanging himself- so full of shame and embarrassment. Whatever, it was probably worth it in the end. And the moment they had finally arrived back to the house, Victor felt as if he could finally lift his head up again. Walks always seemed to calm him down and help him forget about his troubles, even if they were caused by himself. He pushed open the door, and looked around at the mess that nigh caused him to snap for a second time. He dropped the skateboard, and entered, not daring to look back to see Todd's expression. He didn't care.

[TenderFoot]

Following behind the British hunter, Todd clung to the heavy weighted microwave he was forced to carry out of the city. Soon after leaving the safe house, Victor easily over passed Todd and took the lead. He stalked ahead of the boy, not even bothering to glance back once. Meanwhile, Todd struggled to keep hold of the microwave, he had to stop about a hundred times and adjust it in his arms until he could carry it again. He knew Victor wouldn’t wait up for him, so he practically had to jog the entire time just to keep up with the hunter’s long strides. The cold wind biting at Todd’s nose had rendered it numb, and he wasn’t even aware of the snot running out of it. But it really wasn't too bad; in fact the only thing really unpleasant was the awkwardness that settled between the two males after Victor had delivered that hug. It sure came out of nowhere and took Todd by surprise. The lanky teen had stood there frozen until he had even realized that WAS a hug. It was sort of like the hug he himself had willingly given Victor when they first met in the park. Quick and jagged; both initiators had pulled back before the other even had a clue at what was happening. While they were walking back, the uncomfortable silence had given Todd a chance to think about some things he might had been overlooking. Sure Victor was grumpy as fuck and looked the part; but HE... had hugged Todd back. He did! It might have been a separate hug, about a half an hour later but still! Even after knowing that it was the teen who had trashed his house, presumed him dead, and made him carry his skateboard. The violent infected had enough decency to return a speck of affection.

Ah gad, the blanket of awkwardness that consistently seemed to hang over Todd and Victor was thick enough to smother a cow. It was so bad, Todd constantly had to keep REMINDING himself about how…FUCKING…AWKWARD it was. It just didn’t sit with him right. He was going to be living with Victor again and he sure as hell didn’t want it to be like this. Todd didn't even get it, but it probably had to do with the fact that he...sorta maybe still...KINDA... found Victor attractive. NOT that even ever admitted that before; no, the only thing Todd would ever comment to Victor about his looks was how much of an old man he was. Though he was sort of always joking about that since Victor barely even looked aged over 25. Because before... maybe…kinda…there was a little making out between the two, if you could even call it that. Fuck, the ginger didn’t even like thinking about it; he shook his head violently until he nearly stumbled over the curb. Todd referred to it as more of a sort of 'practicing' since he was so inexperienced with shit like that and had been the one to nervously ask Victor for him in the first place. Where he got to balls to do that, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. So the two were never really... 'considered' anything. Hell, they could barely go a day without arguing, let along be considered boyfriends. AHHHHH-Nono, they wouldn't even be considered FRIENDS. More like acquaintances who happened to end up stuck together after a series of unfortunate events. Now Todd had no idea how to approach anything with the older male. He thought it was odd that Victor had been strangely placid since encountering him; he thought for sure he would have at least had SOME form of punishment. But Victor could just be trying to lure him into a false sense of security so the poor teen would feel comfortable blurting out all his unrequited feelings. Then the hunter would use that opportunity to turn him down flat and reject him; Todd knew he would do it! He did! He would do anything to torture the poor kid, after all that seemed to be what he enjoyed most about having Todd stick around last year. To an onlooker, Todd might have looked a bit silly. First off, he’s a skinny ginger kid carrying a fucking microwave down the street; but apart from that, his facial expressions were changing with his thoughts. For the most part he just looked red and embarrassed, like he was followed his father who had just given him a stern talking to about why he shouldn’t feed the neighbor’s cat sharpie markers.

Todd hadn’t known how long he had walked for, but he figured once he bumped into Victor’s standing figure that they were at their destination. Muttering an apology and tightening his grip on the appliance he stumbled back and gave the hunter his space. He looked up and saw that the sky was dark and clear. The last purple ribbons of the sunset were fading and stars were beginning to twinkle near the moon. Looking over he saw that Victor had entered the house and he quickly scurried after him.

Seeing his skateboard being carelessly discarded on the floor produced a startled yelp from Todd. He started forward towards it but really couldn’t do anything since his arms were full. With an irritated huff and a glare towards Victor, Todd went up to the couch and placed down the microwave. He scooped up all of his items on the inside and tucked them under one arm, walking back and picking up the skateboard with the other. Looking around, Todd noticed that the house pretty much looked the same with how he left it when he pillaged it all those months ago. Swallowing, he didn’t dare meet Victor’s gaze and tried his best to avoid any sort of attention from him. Aw crap, his TV is still on the floor and everything, Ffuffufuf- “I’ll put that away…I just,” He was talking about the microwave left on the couch, but he was already heading up the stairs. “Wanna put these in my room first.” He didn’t wait for permission before he bolted up the rest of the length of the stairs and darted towards the right. His room. It really was his now wasn’t it. The ginger held his breath as he slowly took the sight of it in again. Some of his clothes from last year were still in the drawers, he hadn’t bothered to come back for them yet, but it was a nice knowing he didn’t have to anymore. He walked across towards the bed, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet under his sneakers. Without much care, he tossed the bundle of blankets on the bed, watching his dirty clothes and turtle plush spill out across the comforter. Todd picked up the turtle and stared at it, turning it over in his hands to make sure it was still how he last saw it. Lowering the stuffed animal, Todd warily looked over his shoulder towards the hallway door. Beyond that door and down the stairs was Victor. The teen felt his nerves start to work up again; Jesus, this needed some getting used to. Letting out a sigh, Todd put his turtle stuffie down on the bed and walked back out into the hallway, turning left and jogging down the stairs. He stopped halfway and leaned on the railing, letting his arms hang over it. “Yo, dude…” He craned his neck to try and see if Victor was in the kitchen. “You want me to help clean up tonight, or just wait till tomorrow?” Todd really hoped Victor would say tomorrow.

[RapturesSaviour]

The moment the ginger boy lifted his foot, only to put it on one of the steps of the staircase, Victor knew that this was going to be more frustrating than he thought. As Todd escilated the stairs, he mentioned how he would put the microwave back after he put his own stuff away. Victor snorted angrily; ugh, how typical of the teenager that was now going to stay with his for GOOD, (so he...maybe...hoped.) "DON'T, bother," the British hunter hissed in reply, gripping on to the microwave he hardly cared about anyways, and lifting it with only a miniscule amount of effort. He decided he may as well take it into the kitchen himself, spare some anger, frustration, caring. Yes...spare as much as you can, Victor. Setting the microwave in it's old spot, the golfer let out an agitated huff as he leaned over the counter with both hands set on its surface. It was going to be a long night, he knew without a second thought.

It was a minute later until Victor actually moved, when he heard Todd's...stupid...voice coming from the stairs. Being called dude immediately sparked some anger in Victor's mind, and it was a shame because he was almost too tired to say anything. He could not let himself get caught being called that once- for if he did, maybe Todd would get the rediculous idea that Victor would stop caring. "MY NAME, TODD." he huffed quickly, then decided to take into consideration, the other things that the ginger boy felt he needed to share with Victor. Hmm...when to clean up? Ohohoh. He instantly knew that Todd would want to do all the work tomorrow, but he was in for a treat. Of course he was not going to be given such kindness from such an act of ignorant destruction. There was punishment, and it was doing what Victor said, WHEN Victor said. And what was this about HELP? Blaspemy, Victor decided. "No, Todd. NO GET YOUR ARSE down here right now before I drag it down here. YOU, yes, you, are going to be doing the CLEANING YOURSELF. TONIGHT, and MAKE SURE my house is bloody SPOTLESS before ONE in the AM." The hunter grinned deviously to himself. "HEY TODD.....it will almost be as if you are my maid. And that is your punishment, even though it is HARDLY a punishment to begin with, considering you will be cleaning up your own bloody MESS. Ya TWAT. COME ON, CHOP CHOP." he clapped his hands together quickly, turning on his heel. "The faster you get to work, the faster your job is done, and the SOONER you will have all the time to do what you want for the rest of the night. DO NOT question me as to what happens if you don't do what I ask, because I assure you will not like that answer."

It was hard not to grin. I mean, it wasn't really a threat...Todd had no idea what the last bit could ahve meant! It could have meant anything, and it did mean anything. Victor didn't want him to ask, because he didn't know what he would do if Todd didn't get it done. He wouldn't kill him, and he simply couldn't kick his ginger ass out- but he would do something, and it wouldn't be nice. Besides...Todd owed him, to say the least. How bad was it really, just to get the boy to clean up his own mess? Victor put a hand to his cleft chin, stroking it gently. He could always try and put Todd in a dress.....oh....oh yes, oh. That would make everything all the more interesting. He knew Todd wouldn't tug on that line though, pff. How lame...that would take some serious convincing, and probably a lot of time. Even though now seemed to be perfectly fitting for the occasion...mmm.

Victor chuckled lowly. "OOHHH TODD you're free to put on a maid outfit if you'd like, and don't dare hesitate if it is indeed your forté." he sniggered devilishly as he reached up into one of his cupboards to grab a dainty little tea cup, after having set down a pot filled with water upon the stove. Yes, it was tea time. The best time in the entire world.

[TenderFoot]

Todd gaped. “W-wha? But Victor I’m so tiiired….Uurgh…” He slumped over the railing and hung his head over between his arms. Making his way down the stairs, he stood up once he hit the bottom and walked around. The teen couldn’t help but wince at Victor’s threat, and then he cringed even more when he glanced around to see the mess he had left in the living room. He knew it was only fair if he cleaned up the mess he made…but it wasn’t like he was never going to! He just had to lug that stupid microwave halfway across the city and his arms hurt, why couldn’t he just do it tomorrow…dammit. “I’m not a twat…don’t call me that, I don’t even know what that means!” Todd complained while rolling his eyes a little. He made his way over to the couch and started fixing the cushions and folding the throw blanket. Oh dammit, Victor better get off his high…British…pony, and realize I ain’t gonna be doin’ this cleaning business everyday. What else is he gonna expect! It’s my job to just lay around in my room and play video games all day! He thought, tossing the blanket on the back of the couch with a light sigh. He really did miss those days back before the zombie outbreak.

"OOHHH TODD you're free to put on a maid outfit if you'd like, and don't dare hesitate if it is indeed your forté."

The teen froze and shot up, jerking his head over his shoulder to glare at the hunter who dared say that. He could feel his face heating up to a nice cherry red color, “wh- D- Victor ho- NO! Nooo! Why would yo- WHY would you even SAY that?!” Todd threw his head back and begged the ceiling this question. Now he had the mental image in his head, oh Jesus make it stop! “No Viiiictooorrr… I don’t know how they do it in Britishland but…NO-STOoooopp..why would you say that. I am not a maaaaaid! Aarrgh!” Todd stomped into the kitchen where Victor was now preparing a cup of tea and went to the basement door, opening it and grabbing the broom he remembered was kept at the top of the stairs. He turned around and faced Victor again, who was being SMUG and sitting at his charming little table with his cute little teacup. God, he just wanted to slap that stupid teacup out of the other's hands so badly. Todd was probably getting so flustered about the dress thing because not too long ago Victor might have been serious about getting the ginger teen into one. With his face still scorching hot, Todd groaned and pulled his hat over his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the hunter. He went back into the living room to start sweeping up the parts of the broken TV, muttering. “I bet you don’t even have a maid outfit. Shut up.” Oh, how Todd longed to get this over with and hurry up to bed. “Creepy…old man…zombie thing.”

[RapturesSaviour]

As Victor sat at the table neatly, foofing at his fresh cup of hot tea, he couldn't help but meet Todd's eyes with his own. Oh man alive, his face was quite the tint of red. Before Victor could even pull the cup near his lips, he couldn't help but laugh. He swore to god he couldn't even tell if Todd had any freckles then; his face almost matched their colour. Ah, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. After all, he had already run it across his mind that he had missed the ginger teenager- but just how much, exactly.

Todd stomped out of the room and Victor almost choked on his own saliva. Christ, calm down there ye brute, don't get a heart attack over some silly little flustered face the boy makes. And finally, the tea made it's way to Victor's gently pursed lips with ease.
Fucking amazing. Then again, the first sip always is. The British hunter let out a relaxed sigh, and leaned back in his chair casually. What a day. What a horrible, amazing, strange yet familiar day. As much as he wanted to hate it, he was most certainly glad this had happened.
Only a few moments passed and Victor felt completely relaxed. Three small sips of tea, and he could tell his heart rate had already calmed into a steady 70 beats per minute. And hey, not only had that taken into a light drift, but also his mind became at ease. Why not share the enjoyment? Todd could sit down with him for a good god damn bloody five minutes.

"TODD..." Victor started, carefully swirling the tea around in his cup, "come over here and sit with me. Have some tea, would you?" He grinned to himself, and stared down at the most satisfying liquid on earth with his only eye left. What a day.

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