Osthavula
Deliciously insightful one
It was night, and time to close the shop. Ruth quickly arrange everything into to their corresponding cabinet, before she saw the most unexpected combination of her problems --- her brother Norberto carrying a shorter man that is her previous customer --- and she couldn't stop them entering the door. Her mind flew quickly to the fancy that if she had locked the door earlier and Norberto could bump his head on the glass a few times. It quickly floated back and she just decided to yell across the room, locking the cashier machine.
"What are you doing here and why is he here?"
A reasonable question.
Her brother looked her briefly in the eye, then proceeded to let go of Talon's arm. Talon didn't seem like he actually needed that much carrying, but his face was pale and sick. The fact was that he had a shock and vomited enough that he was dehydrated, but for now, the air of Klokklsby at least helped him to his senses. He could breath normal now but not strong enough to argue, just holding on to an empty cabinet and looked at the two of them. He didn't expect the two to be associated either.
Norberto took off his hat. Talon then saw some similarities --- not strikingly, but it was there --- facial features and hair colour that suggest they may be related. The handsome police spoke grimly, though, instead of being friendly. "He had a shooting near him so he can't stay in the hostel. He can't stay in our dormitory either. Let him stay in my old room."
"It is now a storage..."
"I know my bed is still in there. Let him rest."
Then, the brother walked very close to the sister and spoke lowly beside her ears. Talon tried to listen in, but frankly he was in no state of hearing. He just wanted a good night of slumber, his body demanded so while his mind wanted to wander still. His paranoia was there to make him believe he could hear another gunshot any second now.
Whatever Norberto told Ruth worked, though it did nothing to comfort her mood. After Norberto made a swift exit, the grumpy beauty then pulled Talon up roughly and mercilessly, practically threw him on a metal frame bed and just stood in front of him, arms crossed and lips squeezed in anger. At that moment, Talon didn't know what to react either. Her gaze was too strong for him to look back, so he avoided it, just staring into the proximity of her and said a light "thank you".
"Washroom is near the left outside your corridor. Breakfast is at the other side from where we came from, passed the parlour. "
"I ..."
"What's your name?"
"Talon." He wanted to make a name but was too late. Not like he forged a name card either.
"Ruth. I will tell my father you are here. Don't be nosy and don't make trouble. You won't find your normal amenities here but just try the buttons. You can do so much, can't you?"
She turned away and closed the door for him, from the steps going away and rising, she headed upstairs. The sound was very faint though, and then the room became very quiet. Eerily, with the light humming of tubes in the house. Talon imagined that the house itself was like an invention of sorts, and felt it wasn't far from the truth. He was surrounded by boxes and weird contraptions, after all. Before he could think any more of his adventure his mind cleared and he fell into the pillow, sank into a dreamless sleep in the odd lullaby of tubes.
"What are you doing here and why is he here?"
A reasonable question.
Her brother looked her briefly in the eye, then proceeded to let go of Talon's arm. Talon didn't seem like he actually needed that much carrying, but his face was pale and sick. The fact was that he had a shock and vomited enough that he was dehydrated, but for now, the air of Klokklsby at least helped him to his senses. He could breath normal now but not strong enough to argue, just holding on to an empty cabinet and looked at the two of them. He didn't expect the two to be associated either.
Norberto took off his hat. Talon then saw some similarities --- not strikingly, but it was there --- facial features and hair colour that suggest they may be related. The handsome police spoke grimly, though, instead of being friendly. "He had a shooting near him so he can't stay in the hostel. He can't stay in our dormitory either. Let him stay in my old room."
"It is now a storage..."
"I know my bed is still in there. Let him rest."
Then, the brother walked very close to the sister and spoke lowly beside her ears. Talon tried to listen in, but frankly he was in no state of hearing. He just wanted a good night of slumber, his body demanded so while his mind wanted to wander still. His paranoia was there to make him believe he could hear another gunshot any second now.
Whatever Norberto told Ruth worked, though it did nothing to comfort her mood. After Norberto made a swift exit, the grumpy beauty then pulled Talon up roughly and mercilessly, practically threw him on a metal frame bed and just stood in front of him, arms crossed and lips squeezed in anger. At that moment, Talon didn't know what to react either. Her gaze was too strong for him to look back, so he avoided it, just staring into the proximity of her and said a light "thank you".
"Washroom is near the left outside your corridor. Breakfast is at the other side from where we came from, passed the parlour. "
"I ..."
"What's your name?"
"Talon." He wanted to make a name but was too late. Not like he forged a name card either.
"Ruth. I will tell my father you are here. Don't be nosy and don't make trouble. You won't find your normal amenities here but just try the buttons. You can do so much, can't you?"
She turned away and closed the door for him, from the steps going away and rising, she headed upstairs. The sound was very faint though, and then the room became very quiet. Eerily, with the light humming of tubes in the house. Talon imagined that the house itself was like an invention of sorts, and felt it wasn't far from the truth. He was surrounded by boxes and weird contraptions, after all. Before he could think any more of his adventure his mind cleared and he fell into the pillow, sank into a dreamless sleep in the odd lullaby of tubes.