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There wasn't a day that went by that Tavin didn't worry about the kid. It was just...how things were. Some days he did a lot more then others though. Especially when the kid looked like he did right now. Worn down and exhausted. Tavin had attempted to find things that would make Jerzy feel more comfortable so he could sleep when Tavin wasn't around. But no matter how creative the trick was, it was never enough. That was why Tavin always made such a point about coming back home. At least for a few hours each day. Enough for Jerzy to get some shut eye. This week...it had just been a busy week. A really fucking busy week that didn't get him nearly enough out of it.
Tavin glanced back at the kid when he spoke and could only shake his head "Might want to pick something else for awhile." Jerzy didn't need any help in that being spooked department. The Towers were bad enough but why go out of his way to help set the mood for any ghosts that wanted to come on by? Tavin knew they were there, even if he couldn't see them like his brother. He could feel them at times. That chill. Too bad he hadn't noticed it before he moved them here.
And too bad he hadn't thought about that whole "cat" thing before he agreed to let Jerzy have the annoying fluff ball. One day he was going to end up punting that thing and most likely not mean it. Not his fault that she liked to be right in front of his feet all the time. If he wasn't a werecreature he would have fallen on his face a few times over by now because of her. Needless to say he was glad when Jerzy went for the milk and the cat left him alone for awhile.
Hopefully she'd be preoccupied enough with that for awhile, would make cooking a hell of a lot easier.
"Course and anything else you want that we actually have around here." he'd go out tomorrow, get the kid to make up a list...or attempt. Always turned out to be just a list of sweets but whatever made him happy. Items were quickly beginning to line the counter top. Tavin didn't exactly like to cook but he did a decent job of it. Gourmet meals were out of his range of expertise but he could manage some pancakes. What he really wanted was a steak but that he knew they didn't have.
"Yeah, thanks." Tavin glanced back at Jerzy as he shuffled about the kitchen. Looking a bit like a zombie from his game. He was going to have to make sure that the kid crashed for a good long while after they ate. He'd stick around...he'd make the promise of it. That always got Jerzy to sleep for awhile.
“Miss anything exciting around here?” he questioned as he started mixing things together and getting it all ready. Normally Tavin knew everything that was going on in the city, or at least anything the kid could hear about. But he felt like he’d been just out of it the last week. So damned focus that he’d lost sight of everything else. That was risky. Too damn risky. He knew better.
Tavin glanced back at the kid when he spoke and could only shake his head "Might want to pick something else for awhile." Jerzy didn't need any help in that being spooked department. The Towers were bad enough but why go out of his way to help set the mood for any ghosts that wanted to come on by? Tavin knew they were there, even if he couldn't see them like his brother. He could feel them at times. That chill. Too bad he hadn't noticed it before he moved them here.
And too bad he hadn't thought about that whole "cat" thing before he agreed to let Jerzy have the annoying fluff ball. One day he was going to end up punting that thing and most likely not mean it. Not his fault that she liked to be right in front of his feet all the time. If he wasn't a werecreature he would have fallen on his face a few times over by now because of her. Needless to say he was glad when Jerzy went for the milk and the cat left him alone for awhile.
Hopefully she'd be preoccupied enough with that for awhile, would make cooking a hell of a lot easier.
"Course and anything else you want that we actually have around here." he'd go out tomorrow, get the kid to make up a list...or attempt. Always turned out to be just a list of sweets but whatever made him happy. Items were quickly beginning to line the counter top. Tavin didn't exactly like to cook but he did a decent job of it. Gourmet meals were out of his range of expertise but he could manage some pancakes. What he really wanted was a steak but that he knew they didn't have.
"Yeah, thanks." Tavin glanced back at Jerzy as he shuffled about the kitchen. Looking a bit like a zombie from his game. He was going to have to make sure that the kid crashed for a good long while after they ate. He'd stick around...he'd make the promise of it. That always got Jerzy to sleep for awhile.
“Miss anything exciting around here?” he questioned as he started mixing things together and getting it all ready. Normally Tavin knew everything that was going on in the city, or at least anything the kid could hear about. But he felt like he’d been just out of it the last week. So damned focus that he’d lost sight of everything else. That was risky. Too damn risky. He knew better.