somewhere in the south ( trevor, shade, fye)

He gave in; he couldn’t really fight with her reasoning. His arm was hanging limply but the bleeding had stopped and it hurt considerably less than a few hours earlier. “…you can at least tell me where you’re taking me.” He felt worn out, everything that had happened to him today was starting to hit his stamina at full force. He stubbornly tried to keep himself looking not on the verge of exhaustion but he knew he was probably leaning on Shade a little more heavily.

“…And that's before you take into account that I share the place with two other guys." He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “If you have other people waiting for you shouldn’t you be with them instead?” He smelled the faint scent of a bakery up ahead. The same place he visited a few days ago?

He practically jumped at her sudden laughter. This girl really was odd… And as cheesy as it sounded even in his head, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever showed such a honest and happy emotion. He looked up at the building that they were now standing before; it was indeed the same bakery even though it looked different in the dark.

“Why would this guy help us?” Sure when he had last been here he had recognized the tall store owner as a harbinger too, but even considering that most people did not want an injured stranger knocking at their door at night.

“I see…” He was still doubtful though, the door opened up soon enough though. The blonde man was silent, looking them both over and he noticed slittled eyes almost instantly pinpoint his most obvious injury. He half expected the man to turn them away but instead he just gave one word and ducked back inside. The silent type huh?

He came back out a moment later, carrying a box with a large cross betraying its contents. He separated himself easily from Shade now, if he couldn’t walk the couple steps then he truly was useless. He managed without limping too obviously, standing in front of the man now and rolling up his sleeve with one hand to see the poor cloth bandage he had used earlier was completely soaked red with his blood.

“I’ll heal fine, I just need a change in bandage.”

He silently obeyed, the steps were hard but it still felt a lot better than constantly running and moving about. He didn’t really pay too much attention to what Shade was babbling on about people he didn’t know; instead he watched the blonde man out of the corner of his eye, quickly and efficiently clean and his wound. Obviously this man had a past too if he could do all this without even blinking. And if the quiet calculating look in his eyes was anything to go by he had probably vaguely guessed at his harbinger power.

"Oh! I never got to ask you that question. And maybe you could give your opinion too, mister...?" He flicked his attention back to the girl. She went on a long rant that Trevor had a slightly hard time keeping track of what she was saying, which didn’t help since he had no clue how to answer, “I don’t….” But the other man – Fye- saved him from a question he had no clue how to respond to.

“Hungry?” Trevor stood up, putting up a declining hand, “Thanks but you’ve done enough, I can’t really afford anything either.” Technically he still had the few credits that Shade and his last customer had given him but he’d need that to ride the metro back to the south.

He was opened his mouth to object again, Shade shouldn’t be so offering to spend precious credits on strangers she met a few hours ago; except he heard a snort from Fye, something he hadn’t expected from what he had gathered of his character. Suddenly he felt extremely out of place among these people.

“…ok” At any rate the girl would probably keep insisting he accept the offer even if the man offering didn’t particularly care either way. The gnawing feeling in his stomach from hunger was a convincing factor in this too.

It only occurred to him when they were about to mooch off his leftover that neither of them had introduced themselves. “I’m Trevor and this is Shade.” Tilting his head in the girl’s direction when he said her name.

He accepted the plate with a slight nod as thanks and sat down against one of the walls. He ate quietly with small bites despite his hunger. He just didn’t feel comfortable eating in public even if it was only one person. He didn’t exactly have a gourmet sense of taste in the first place so the bread and bun good, but he didn’t even bother to try touching the cake. Just the thought of him eating something so sweet made him shudder.
“Do you want this?” pointing his plastic fork at the piece of dessert and glancing towards Shade.

He shook his head slightly, “I can’t eat it.” He was still hungry but his stomach was too used to the small amounts of simple food Trevor could get his hands on so anything too rich would make him sick. He stood back up and pushed the piece of cake onto Shades plate. He threw away his own plate and fork into the trash bin that Fye had pointed out earlier.

He scanned the empty streets, he wasn’t used to this area so it might be hard to find a safe place to stay. He could always take the metro but wandering around the south district at night was practically suicidal. There was probably one thing he should do first before he set off into the night.He turned back towards Shade, “Do you have a piece of paper and something to write with?”

He noticed her hand was held out like she was intending to grab him before he left again, “Yeah it’ll do.” He almost took the phone out of her hand but Fye suddenly appeared in the door entrance with pad and pencil. He took the latter only because he didn’t want to stand there trying to figure out the note feature in Shades phone. He scribbled his own number and ripped the strip of paper, handing it off to Shade, “If you or your boys get injured you can call me.” Sure she had paid him for his service earlier but it didn’t feel even when she had also practically dragged him across a district and found a place where he could eat. Even now she was offering him more food, she really shouldn’t be so nice to someone like him. He shook his head at the offer and turned to Fye.

“I owe you a debt too.” He held out the borrowed pencil and paper back to the man, noticing his pupils had changed sizes. They really were like a cat.

He was sure the expression of shock on his face was the same as earlier when the girl had burst into laughter. He blinked and snapped out of it when she grabbed the pad in his hand and traded it for her own number and a the meat bun. He stared at both and shoved the slip of paper into his pocket. “You are really stubborn aren’t you?” He grumbled but took a bite out of the food anyways.

"Be careful," Trevor nodded once in response to the mans warning and offer. He finished off the bun and wiped his hands on his pants to get rid of any crumbs. He made a small motion with his hand in farewell to Shade, “I hope you don’t have to come see me too soon.” He never liked seeing people hurt, ironic considering that’s how he made a living but nonetheless.

He turned away and drew up his hood, walking away from the lights of the bakery and blending easily into the darkness.

Shade watched Trevor walk away as she finished what she would be eating, privately amused at being called stubborn. That was something that she had been accused of many times, and it was exactly what she thought of him earlier. Rubbing her shoulder absently, she stood and carefully folded the plate around the two slices of cake. Sending a quick glance into the kitchen again, she called through the screen. "Thanks again for all the help. I doubt you'd need it, but if you want some help, even if it's just a person to keep an eye on the shop or wash dishes sometime, give me a call." She finished by rattling off her number. Even if he didn't get it this time, she knew she'd be back eventually. She could make sure he had it then.

Ambling away herself, she tugged out her phone again and placed a call, her voice fading as she walked. "Hey, I ju-- No, things are fine. It isn't that late... Shut up or I won't feed you when I get back."

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