Escape of the Elements

BEAUTY
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<div style="float:right; margin-left:5pt;"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Jericho.jpg" style="height:375px;width:254px;" /></div>"Beauty" breathed in Resonance's scent deeply. It had a sort of calming effect on him. His racing heart slowed down a tiny bit and he found himself burying his face in the crook of the other man's neck even deeper. The proximity that once had his heart fluttering and his knees feeling like jelly now made the feeling of loneliness go away. It calmed him. Needless to say, there were still butterflies in his stomach and the blood had yet to leave his face, but it did not fluster him as it did just minutes before. Being there, "Beauty" felt just right.

It was there, so close to Resonance, their fingers intertwined, that "Beauty" felt like he was truly free. He felt Resonance move his hand up to his nape and he felt the shift in the other man's posture. The circles being rubbed into his nape felt wonderful and a chill ran down his spine. Never had anyone done that for him. The Master had always been rough, very rough. There were days that "Beauty" could barely stand to walk, but he had to else he would be punished all the more severely come nightfall. No, Resonance was not like that. Resonance was gentle and kind.

Feeling Resonance's fingers in his hair, the pleasant feeling traveled right to the core of "Beauty's" being and he sighed softly. Right now he was oblivious to the outside world. Oblivious to the inn that symbolized a decision that could potentially either keep them free or return them in shackles. Oblivious to the fact that they had to move quickly. There was only him, Resonance and the inner struggle that Resonance was helping him overcome. "It will be fine..." said the green-eyed boy.

"It will?" he whispered. He was close enough that even if his voice was barely audible, Resonance would hear it clearly. "Promise?" "Beauty" looked up at the side of Resonance's face. "Don't leave me, please?" he asked earnestly. Raising a trembling hand, "Beauty" caressed Resonance's cheek and turned the green-eyed boy's face to his own. They were so close that he could feel Resonance's breath dancing across his lips. He looked into Resonance's eyes deeply, he wanted to see truth in them. He wanted to see the kindness that the younger boy had shown him. He wanted a promise. A promise that he would give in kind...

"Please?"
 
He'd frowned at the audible thump from Coye's foot, finding himself immediately concerned for her. Whether or not she was pretending for her pride's sake that she'd been unaffected, he wasn't sure. But at least the woman had done him the favor of distracting him from the curious urges swirling in his belly, just from Beauty's closeness.

Resonance blinked slowly at Coye as she spoke, her melodic voice seemingly settling his temper right down. At that point, he was no more dangerous than a fluffy little bunny. But when she mentioned continuing with her mute facade, he honestly felt a little disappointed that he would have less chances now to listen to what was possibly his favorite sound for the time being. However, he respected her resolve to keep her tradition alive. It was obviously not for the sake of rules but something very personal to her, so he let it be, instead turning his attention ahead again.

"It will?"

As soft as those two words were, Resonance still found them floating into his ear, and it took a massive amount of his willpower to keep his attention forward. There was just a feeling that if he allowed himself to look upon Beauty at that moment, nothing good would come of it.

"Don't leave me, please?"

His brow furrowed again, this time with confusion. "Why would I le--" Resonance was surprised into silence when a timid hand found the curve of his jaw and redirected his gaze to something far more attractive than the farmland in the distance and the village beyond. Stunned into silence, he most certainly was, by the boy's sudden boldness. Or maybe it was simply because their lips were so close that speaking would have caused contact.

That boy's stare certainly wasn't helping Resonance calm his heart. He felt as though he was being thoroughly read like an open book, being judged on how he'd respond to the request. And not just by the words he chose.

"I..." His throat tightened. They'd spoken at the same time and the unavoidable had happened. Now his lower lip was pulsating a wonderful warmth unlike any other warmth he'd felt before. At that moment, Resonance's mind emptied of all reasonable thoughts and he pressed his lips flush against Beauty's. His face was quite noticeably red when he stepped back and a hand flew up to cover his mouth with the back of it. Brow furrowed more than ever, Resonance averted his gaze.

Why had he done something like that?! And in front of those other two!

"Let's hurry. It'll be dark soon," he muttered, taking long, quick strides as if he could actually escape his embarrassment like that. And he didn't stop until they'd reached a nearby farm. From where he crouched by the fence, his eyes darted to the barn next to the little house, and the string of laundry hanging out to dry in the setting sun. "We could borrow those clothes and hide in the barn for the night..." he suggested to the others.
 
Joseph watched in jealousy, loneliness striking his chest like arrows as the metal head stroked the smaller boy's neck and up into his hair. He jumped, startled when Coye dropped her board. He studied her curiously, wondering if she was alright. His gaze returned to the two boys and he couldn't look away, drawn by the way they looked at each other as they spoke so softly. Joseph wanted to be where Resonance was, he found himself thinking. His hands closed in fists to try to control himself from moving to stop them, and he could only stare as Resonance kissed him. He swallowed, forcing back his bitter feelings as they continued towards the farm.

He had an idea. "Wait here," he told them. "Stay hidden," he said and focused on the waning light around them. He looked down at his hands as they began to turn the same color as what was behind them, knowing the rest of his body was doing the same. Warmth filled him as he slowly stalked towards the farmer's house. His footsteps would still be seen, but he was careful to move with the way the light breeze was blowing so he wasn't so obvious. Finally, he reached the walls of the home and found a window, listening for the voices inside. The family was sitting down for dinner and discussing what they would owe the king. They seemed upset enough, though the topic of the missing slaves never came up. Joseph listened for a good few minutes more before he made his way back to the rest of his group.

He let the light go, his body becoming fully visible again as he made it to them. "They are upset at the king," he informed them in a hushed tone. "But they never once spoke of us. Do you think it is safe to ask for sanctuary," he asked Coye and Resonance, looking at them both in turn. His gaze lastly fell on Beauty, into those beautiful blue eyes that reflected in the sun so wonderfully.
 
Carefully, she studied Ress and amidst it all, couldn't help but sense disappointment in his tone. It did not seem like he was looking forward to the silent treatment from her, at all. Clearing her throat, she also realized that she too would be a bit frustrated- the companions she had did not know how to read. Someone would have to be good at reading lips and she hoped that it wouldn't have to boil down to her actually using her element, if the farmers were going to be disagreeable. Just as she was about to say something regarding that, Beauty and Ress kissed; at that point, her words came out in soft, pointless mumblings.


"....Well, yes. Uh...yeah. Okay!"


Coye was thankful that she managed to stick the chalk in her pocket before she witnessed the two boys kissing; not only was the moment awkward, her face grew warm and her feet were already on the beaten path. Foot most-likely bruised or fractured, she hobbled along- lost in thought. She was not at all bothered or jealous of the kiss; maybe the two knew each other before, or something. The fact that it was boys kissing didn't do it either- it was just that...kissing. Eyebrows furrowed in thought, she walked on; trying to wrap her brain around exactly just that: what a kiss would feel like. She had a terrible affliction; cursed with beauty, yet not fully aware of what to do with it. Sure, as a musician, she felt each and every note she played; from the unbridled passion, to the saddest of sonatas. The girl knew what those emotions meant, yet did not understand how to express them if needed.


She had never been in a position like that before; if someone showed affection, the girl would not know what to do. The end result could either be a dead body, or a passed-out Coye. Either way, the outcome would not be good.


Thoughts whirling through her mind, she strode on; the closer they came to the farm, the more she positioned herself as the leader. Crippled, but leading. As the others crouched, she stood- not at all seeming to care if she was seen. "We could borrow those clothes and hide in the barn for the night." Ress once again grabbed her attention by speaking and by the time any of the boys could protest, she was on the other side of the fence, more than ready to stroll up and knock on the door. The others looked frightened and even shocked, but she gave them all a sly grin; if anyone noticed, there was a little glint in her eye- it was now that she was going to reveal her power.


"Why hide, when we don't really have to?" Coye replied, before grabbing for Ress's free hand- (it was expected that Beauty would come along and she did not have three hands) and Joseph's and then practically dragging them up to the doorstep. "Don't worry, just watch. Be confident!" She said, mostly to the frightened Beauty, before tapping a delicate fist against the door.

An elderly woman answered; tired from life and children, she had the worry signs of any woman. For a moment, she glanced at Coye, before looking at everyone else. After a moment of studying them, she finally spoke. "Whaddya want? We don't have money and by the looks of you, there is shelter needed. I don'thave any to spare you..."


That gave Coye her answer. Enemies of the king, sure- but still very plain and human. Who would bring in strangers willingly?


"Fine." In a moment, she was right at the woman's side, pressing her perfect lips against her ear. Her words were like a melody to the lady's ears; each and every syllable pure and unchained bliss. The kind of bliss that would make people drool with expectation for more. Coye tried not to let her voice trail over to her companions; if it seriously affected them, at the most, it would last for only a couple of minutes. Even then, it would be minutes of pure bliss. "We are your guests. Please, we came for dinner- perhaps you should work on that?" She hopped to life; a blank, painted smile on her face as she pulled each and every one of them (one by one, no less) into a very personal and suffocating hug.
 
BEAUTY
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<div style="float:right; margin-left:5pt;"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Jericho.jpg" style="height:375px;width:254px;" /></div>It was as though an eternity passed in that moment of intense emotion that was sparked between the two of them. "Beauty's" heart thumped against his chest as he gazed into Resonance's eyes, looking for even the slightest hint of uncertainty. There was nothing. "Beauty" was drawn into the depths of those emerald eyes; so sincere, so kind, so innocent. The beating of his heart thumped in his ears like thunder and it hammered against his ribs, racing like a stallion. For that tiny eternity, that tiny sliver of peace compared to seven years of suffering, "Beauty" found himself feeling safe.

And then it happened. It was so quick he barely had time to register the event, but it happened all the same. It began as a wonderfully warm tingling on his lips that then shot out like wildfire to consume his entire being with bliss and emotional rapture. For a moment, it burned away the shades that lingered at the edges of "Beauty's" consciousness, waiting for a break to return and haunt the poor young man. For a moment, it burned away the rough phantom hands that tormented him. For a moment, in a conflagration of fire, it cleansed him of the dirt he believed he still bore within and outside.

The kiss had come as a complete surprise to "Beauty," though he would not have had it any other way. Now it was his turn to be knocked speechless. He almost forgot to breathe when it happened. It was a rapturous moment, one that he would not soon forget. Even so, it was like it had deadened all other parts of his body save for his lips that still tingled pleasantly with the memory of what had transpired.

"Beauty" was in a daze, still trapped in that fiery moment. He barely noticed stumbling a few times while being dragged around by a flushed Resonance. When he finally came down from that emotional high, the only thing that kept him from running screaming bloody murder at the sight of the farmhouse was Resonance's reassuring presence.

He warily watched Joseph vanish from sight and go up to the farmhouse and say they were angry at the king. "Beauty" couldn't help but think that even though they were angry with the king, that didn't mean that they would accept four traveling people who were probably slaves. If anything, they might want to turn the slaves in to get a reward and improve their lives. Another thing prodded him from the edges of his consciousness. The moment Joseph used his ability, he felt this primal attraction, an instinctive tug that he could only describe as coming from the scarred slave.

It frightened him and he clutched Resonance's hand tighter.

Coye, on the other hand... Well, he didn't really know what to think of Coye yet. She seemed nice enough, but he was afraid of her, due in part to the bad memories of his time as a slave. Before he had a chance to protest, she had already dragged both Joseph and Resonance(to whom, "Beauty" was still clutching on to) and found himself stumbling along with them.

"Beauty" leaned in close to Resonance and whispered "W-what is she doi--" Before he could finish, he heard the slightest hint of Coye's voice and his expression turned from one of barely contained terror to one of bliss. When the old woman enveloped "Beauty" in that almost bone-crushing hug, he could not help but giggle and say "You feel like aged leather..."
 
It seemed like the others had better morals than he did, because his suggestion of theft and breaking and entering went without reply. Instead, Resonance finally received his first glimpse of Joseph's power and he knew that no matter what else happened at that moment, he wouldn't be able to look away. Eyes of bright green watched just as curiously as a cat, widening a little with amazement as Joseph's hands seemingly faded from existence As the rest of the boy followed suit, Resonance automatically reached a hand out, surprised at the action and his feelings of concern for Joseph's well-being.


But the look on that boy's face assured Resonance that this was something he'd done before. There was no fear in those eyes as they faded from Resonance's sight. So he did as suggested and waited for Joseph to return. And while he waited, he withdrew into himself to review all that had happened so far since his escape from the castle.


Gaze finding his hand linked with Beauty's and following the young man's arm upward, Resonance recalled the look of fear on that boy's face when they'd met by the creek. There were so many different fears one's eyes could speak of, just depending on the look that was given. And Resonance had witnessed more than he'd ever wanted to. Most of them had been directed at him and came back to him whenever he would lay his head down to sleep. But then there were a few other kinds of fear that he'd only witnessed as a third party, like the look in the eyes of a young woman while one of the master's soldiers unclasped his pants. Beauty had given that very same look, now that he thought about it...


Suddenly a wave of sickness washed over Resonance, his stomach churning at the thought of such a kind, gentle little thing being so horribly abused. These feelings and concerns were so new to him, and yet somewhere deep inside was a little spark of recognition, as if these emotions weren't new at all, just rusty.


Nevertheless, his hand tightened around Beauty's just a little, and he drew the boy closer to his side. I promised to protect you, and I will, he thought, letting his gaze linger on that face that was just so easy on the eyes. And then by some miracle he managed to turn his attention to Coye, watching her pensive expression and wondering just what was going on inside that head of hers.


Was that... Was that a look of mischief? Resonance couldn't be sure, but what he was sure about was that he didn't have a good feeling about what would happen next. A sense of foreboding threatened to overwhelm him as Joseph returned and Coye hopped the fence. "W-wait," he protested, scrambling after her with Beauty in tow. He'd planned to stop her. But it looked like she was far more determined than all three boys combined because suddenly he was being dragged alongside Joseph and he was amazed by the strength of that woman's grip! Right up to the door they all marched and Resonance felt a little panic rise in his chest. His headgear. He was so aware of how he stuck out like a sore thumb.


The woman who answered Coye's knock held a tone that was so horribly irritating. Resonance felt once again the pilot flame to his anger flicker to life. Think of something calming... Just block it out and think of something calming! Letting out a shaky breath, the young blonde closed his eyes and forced back that melody of birds singing from the forest. The flame puffed out of existence. And between the lovely trill of the birds in his mind came a most luscious, languid sound. Bits of whispered words, settling into his skull as if he'd always had a place for them there. He couldn't make sense of the words, but he knew enough that it was Coye who was responsible for them, and for making every single bit of his body tingle with pleasure.


Resonance was now relaxed to the point that he didn't even bother to fight the too-friendly hug the farmer woman gave him. He just smiled softly and stepped inside the warmth of the little home.


It took only a few minutes for the effect to wear off though, considering the minimal dosage he'd been given, and he left Beauty with the now cheerful older woman and Joseph (much to his annoyance) while he dragged Coye aside. "You...pacified my anger," he muttered, eyes locked onto hers with a half curious, half suspicious stare. "Whatever you did... Please do it again if I..." He glanced back at Beauty and Joseph, who were currently being roped into helping make an apple pie. "...Lose control. I want no more blood on my hands."
 
<o:p>For the first time since they had met, Coye seemed calm; they were finally indoors, at least and now they could work on a plan of action. Already, the girl's mind was on business; wheels in her head turning over plans of escape and most-likely revenge. Sure, she had left captivity and servitude- but there was something about the girl that none of her friends had seen yet. Determination. She was not leaving just to free herself; she had grand dreams of saving all of the people oppressed by the King. Over the years, she was free to study and that, she did. When all of the knowledge she could obtain was gained, she moved on to the next interesting thing. Archery, Alchemy...even if she didn't exactly remember everything, it passed the time. There was an entire world out there to learn about now and now, she had others to worry about.

What we have all done, will not go without consequence...All of us need to be prepared to fight and how am I supposed to get them ready? They don't even trust me and I don't blame them...but at least they seem to be opening up. How do I tell these frightened boys, that we need to fight to stay alive? Let's not bring it up at dinner...or--

"Hmmm?" Her furrowed brow quickly came as undone as her thoughts, the moment Ress pulled her aside. The time for thought and planning was not yet at hand; for a moment, it seemed as though they were the only two in the room. His eyes were piercing; without really noticing, she winced and pulled back slightly from his urgent grip. "Y-Yes, I did!" <o:p></o:p>
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</o:p>Okay, now this is awkward. Now what do you do? Quick- do something!<o:p></o:p>

Coye flushed and gave him a quick nod, before backing about an inch to safety. He had asked her to help him and with those eyes, the girl found it almost impossible to say anything other than- "I promise! If I have to, I will make sure that the only blood on your hands is there, by your choice. I know you wouldn't harm us..." A few banging pans drew her attention, followed by their hostess's shrill laugh; after accidentally dropping a couple of things, the woman happily handed Beauty and Joseph peelers as they sat on stools side-by-side. She clicked her tongue and scurried around the kitchen, before leaving the two to peel apples, so she could grab bedding. Once the woman whizzed past them and upt he stairs, Coye glanced up at Ress again. "On purpose...y-you wouldn't do it on purpose, so I will make sure it won't happen accidentally."</o:p>
 
Relaxed by the soft sound of Coye's voice, Joseph simply blinked and chuckled at the woman's sudden embrace. He huffed as he regained his breath back and chuckled as Beauty offered his comment to the woman. "She feels like the old ladies in the bakery," Joseph offered his own comment cheerfully, not meaning any offense. Not that the woman would have taken it that way, with the calming effect Coye's voice a few seconds earlier.



As Joseph and Beauty were ushered into the kitchen to help make pies, Joseph grinned. "I love making pies," he said rather cheerfully. "Pastries are fun, too~" He smiled at Beauty as he washed his hands to clean the dirt and river water off of them. "I think you'll like baking, it's a lot of fun. These just happened because we were rushed," he glanced down at his burn scars. "I don't think we'll be rushed here." He grinned as he sat down with a peeler and showed Beauty how to properly and safely peel the fruit. "Just be careful of your fingers," he warned.
 
BEAUTY
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<div style="float:right; margin-left:5pt;"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/Jericho.jpg" style="height:375px;width:254px;" /></div>"Beauty" was more than happy to comply with being ushered into the kitchen by the old, leathery woman, since he was still pretty much under Coye's spell. He didn't really know how to bake pies, he realized. Giggling, he shrugged and sat down beside Joseph. He said "I have no idea how to make pies..." He paused for a moment, and looked wistfully at the other boy with his scars and burns and continued "I fetched water, I cleaned, I swept the floors, I polished mirrors, and I helped one-toed Lara in the kitchen by bringing her ingredients and being a scullion... but I never touched the food myself. The Master didn't trust me with it, not after I nearly burnt half the kitchen down trying to cook eggs."

He winced at the memory it brought back. That night had not been well at all. He remembered far too vividly the humiliation that came with being forced to work naked for three days while the seamstress sowed him new clothes, and the inability to walk properly because of how brutal the Master had been. He began to shake. The effects of Coye's voice were beginning to wear off, but they still held enough sway to keep him from crying.

Gingerly, he reached out -- still emboldened a little by Coye -- and touched the scars that lined Joseph's arms. "Do they hurt...?" he asked without thinking. He watched, eyes large as saucers when Joseph started peeling the fruit. He hoped the other boy wouldn't make him do such a thing. The Master had never let him near anything sharp, and for good reason. Apparently, one-toed Lara got the name because she accidentally dropped a butcher's knife on her foot. "I-I don't think we'll be rushed... but... Joseph, I-I don't think I can peel the fruit..."

"W-where's Resonance?" he asked, beginning to feel fidgety. He wasn't as comfortable around Joseph -- although the boy seemed nice enough -- as he was around Ress; working in the kitchen was bringing back far too many memories of his life as a slave. A small gasp escaped his lips when he realized that he had left that life just little over a day past. Had it really just been yesterday that he had been a slave? Had it really just been yesterday that he had refused the Master on his bed, after letting himself be used for nigh over seven years?

The prospect of it astounded him and he was a bit dazed with the realization that he didn't notice that he had been left with the fruit and the peeler while Joseph was elsewhere helping the woman prepare her pie. He looked wide-eyed at the fruit, and then at the peeler and back again a few times. Letting out a small groan of defeat, and trembling like a leaf, he began to peel the fruit.

A small smile tugged at his lips. It wasn't that bad, but he couldn't help but wish Resonance was with him. The blond boy was nowhere to be seen though, so he just kept on dutifully peeling the fruit. Looking up to seek Joseph or anyone familiar, his hand slipped and he ended up cutting his thumb. He let out a small yelp of pain and put the finger to his mouth, sucking the blood from the wound. His eyes were wide and watery because of the pain, and the fruit, as well as the blade, had a smear of his blood on them.
 
He wanted to question her, to ask her how she could possibly know him after only a day's worth of trekking through the forest. But she was right, regardless. Resonance didn't want to hurt anyone on purpose. He was even unsettled by the thought of having to harm the soldiers who were no doubt still looking for them. And to see Coye back away, as if he was on the verge of becoming dangerous again was a little disheartening.

When the farmer woman hurried past them, Resonance followed her with his stare before flicking it back to Coye. Her cheeks were red. Was she angry? "I don't know why your face is red like that...but thank you for allowing me to rely on you. I won't forget your kindness, Coye," he muttered.

A yelp from the kitchen drew his attention away and, heart hammering in his chest with worry, Resonance was by Beauty's side as quick as lightning. "Let me see," he said softly, holding out his hand for Beauty to place his in. He was frowning with worry, though at least his heartbeat had slowed again once he saw that the young man wasn't in too bad of shape. "You have to be more careful. I'll worry too much about you," he chided quietly while he inspected the cut.

But after a few seconds of staring at the injury, the ruby red blood beading on top of the cut made his skin crawl. Sounds in the kitchen, even voices, became muffled. His vision fogged. Old sounds, ones from memories, coupled with visions invaded his consciousness. He couldn't tell if he was actually breathing hard of if it just sounded loud to his own ears... And then Resonance blinked, snapping out of that concerning daze and slowly backed away from Beauty.

"I'm sorry... I'm not feeling well," he muttered, eyes downcast on the floor. "Joseph, could you take care of him? I need to go lay down." His heart was pounding in his chest again, although this time it had nothing to do with events of the present. Taking a few steps toward the hallway, he swayed, regained his composure, and carried on. A hand braced himself against the wall while he climbed the stairs, the other held up to his forehead in obvious discomfort.

He needed to gain control. He needed to shake off sound's grip on him and his mental state. He needed to do it quickly because there were at least three people he needed to protect and he couldn't do that when he was struggling inside with his own sanity.
 
"I really don't know why, either." Coye's voice was filled with a bit of frustration in herself and she tried to shake the redness away. That was not working, however, she decided to blame it on something else. "It is a little warm in here, that's all and you're very welcome." Beauty let out a noise that drew the girl to the kitchen; poking her head in for a moment to make sure he was alright. Resonance had him, so he would be fine; quickly withdrawing from the doorway, she wandered to the staircase and plopped down on a step.


Even though it was time to relax, she couldn't. They were safe for now, but she knew that it would not last long; soldiers were coming for them and the silence in the distance from where she and Ether started was being broken. Paranoia was slowly sinking in and she felt her chest get tight; what if they came in the middle of the night? Delicate hands gripped the bow; without even knowing it, she drew the weapon and upon realization of that fact, she scolded herself inwardly. If she had to, she would fight but one question remained- would the others fight as well? Could they? Or was this adventure going to turn into one big babysitting job? No, everything would be alright- even if she had to do all the work. The others would get where they need to be safely, no matter what. That was a promise she made to herself.


Weapon in her lap, she was startled from her thoughts by Resonance rushing past her. He had said something, most of it was inaudible which caused her paranoia to quickly shift to worry and concern. "A-are you alright, Ress?" She asked softly, reaching her hand out to grab his before he could stumble past her.
 
Joseph hummed to himself while he peeled. He glanced up at "Beauty" as he told his story. "That's too bad," he said with a little bit of sadness in his voice. "I was taken to my master when I was very young. My favorite part was always kneading the dough," he said, a smile on his face. He continued peeling and humming, stopping as he looked down at "Beauty's" hand that rested on his scarred arm. "No, they stopped hurting long ago. His calm expression turned concerned as his new friend began to show signs of panic. "It's alright, you don't have to peel it," he said, but he felt as if his words fell upon deaf ears.

He looked around at "Beauty's" question, searching for the metal head. Not seeing him, he watched the blue-eyed boy with concern as he finally sat back down to try to peel the fruit. He slowed down in peeling his own, showing the other boy how it was done safely. He heard a yelp and immediately turned to him. "Hey, are you alright?" He reached for him but stopped his hand as Ress quickly came to inspect the timid boy.

Joseph blinked as he was suddenly asked if he could take care of "Beauty". "Sure," he nodded, giving the metal head a confused and concerned look. He got up, putting the peeler and fruit down. "Come on," he told "Beauty" gently. "We should clean you up and get a bandage on it. I've done that several times when I was first put on peeling duty," he reassured him that it was a common occurrence.
 
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