it wasn’t concern; it was more of a statement that would become fact. as much as ky’lar hated everyone, he wasn’t going to allow david to die —- not anytime soon at least. that was ky’lar’s job and no one else’s, ❝ —- your buying this time. ❞
david SUPPOSES that it makes sense————–he understands where ky’lar is coming from, AT LEAST. humanity could be pretty vicious and he had even proven it to himself. after all, david had taken advantage of someone who was supposed to H E L P him, stole his things, and proceeded to BASH HIS FACE IN————in all honesty, david was surprised that doctor poole survived to begin with.
of course, the same could be said for the DOCTORS who played around with david’s head. he was a C U R I O U S subject to them. the voices and the hallucinations fascinated them and they wanted to CURE david of his ‘disease’. had they not been of ETHICAL PROCEDURE, he wouldn’t have been surprised if someone would have turned around and made it W O R S E. oh he’s so very lucky for that alone.
“ that’s… that’s pretty dark. ” but he doesn’t seem DISTURBED by it ; he’s interested if anything else and that’s why he apparently doesn’t let things go.
“It’s REALITY, DARK or otherwise, it’s the way of the world, but then again, many would KILL in order to keep their lives going the way they usually went. Suffice to say, everyone has a breaking point, and everyone is HIGHLY dangerous.”
That was one way to put it as Ky’lar leaned back for a few moments, “Other than that? I wasn’t even expecting you to be here —- i’m much better to speak with when i’m drunk by the way. At least then you don’t have to deal with my ATTITUDE.” A slight grin pulled at the edges of the man’s lips for a few moments, “So, i have to wonder, why did you give me your number the other night?”
“ i’m not what you would call CREATIVE——— ” you talk to voices in your head, david. that’s pretty damn creative. i didn’t invent you, that’s different. it’s rather difficult for david to keep a CONVERSATION going most of the time due to the voices ; he’ll disappear into his head, talking to the voices, laughing and telling jokes. this is simply WHY they locked him up to begin with. he would much rather have conversations with the people inside his head than real ones. however, it’s ky’lar’s next particular WORDING that catches david out of his daze, blue eyes snapping up to look at him. “ sorry—–did you just say HUMANS ?? ” he’s never heard anyone refer ANYONE as just humans…. which he found odd. but then again, it may have been a slip of the tongue ; maybe he forgot the word PEOPLE and didn’t know what else to call them. david had that problem sometimes. “ why aren’t they friendly ?? ” peculiar, isn’t it? david doesn’t even seem to add himself into that category.
david might not have been ‘creative’ but that didn’t mean ky’lar wouldn’t have his own fun. if anything, the slip of the tongue wasn’t intentional, but it was rare he got to be with anyone for longer than a few nights. long term relationships were not for him; especially when someone would mess things up — usually ky’lar himself if he was being completely honest.
❝ people, specifically, humanity fear what they don’t understand or can control. ❞ that was one way to put it as ky leaned forward for a few moments,
❝ i’m many things, but out of them all, the most dangerous species on this planet is humanity. they fear what they dislike and then wipe it out with out any mercy.❞
fuck…DAVID DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH. he’s trying to come up with an idea, anything to make the other believe him. he’d rather ky’lar believe he’s an ALCOHOLIC than a former psychiatric patient. he didn’t think that would COME OFF as well. tell him you had an entire bottle. no, no, david, tell him you had THREE bottles. okay, the second one isn’t even realistic, what the hell? ugh, you guys are no help.GRIMACING, david avoided EYE CONTACT with ky’lar as he considered his neck move. “ ummm… ” wow, that’s great david, you’re really getting this lying thing down.shut up, lenny, i’m trying. “ to be quite honest with you, it WASN’T alcohol poisoning that i was in for. ” dAVVIIDDD!!shut up, i know what i’m doing. “ i’m a drug addict. i get high a lot. overdosed. ended up in the hospital. could have died. not exactly ATTRACTIVE——figured alcohol poisoning would be easier. ”
❝ next time you’re wanting to make up a story? try to be a bit more creative. ❞ he leaned back in his seat with a grunt. truthfully, it didn’t matter to him what david was in for, and that was due to the fact he didn’t want to get close to him. that would have meant he saw some sort of future; even if it was simply a few dates or what have you, it wasn’t worth it. not when this was just about curiosity,
❝ you may be an addict, but you’re a shit lair. ❞ or, he thought as much for the time being,
❝ i can respect that, but next time? have a decent lie placed out —- humans are not friendly these days. ❞ though, he didn’t even catch it that he didn’t say people, and more than likely didn’t realize it either.
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BLUE EYES watch as ky’lar spoke, evidently CAPTIVATED by the way his mouth formed as he spoke. it was an odd HABIT that david had found himself falling into and try as he may, he just couldn’t seem to shake it. he REALLY liked watching other people’s lips. call him weird, whatever…he was ALREADY hearing voices in his head. can’t get any worse than that, “ look, i’m a LITTLE nervous. ” a little? david, your PALMS are sweating.that’s besides the point. “ i talk a lot when i’m nervous. just a habit. i really haven’t had much… INTERACTION with people for the last couple of weeks. i just got home. ” from where? he’s not going to get into it. he HOPES ky’lar will drop it, but for some reason, he’d find himself UNSURPRISED if he didn’t. “ i wasn’t even SUPPOSED to be at the bar. i’m… ” think, david, THINK. “ i just got out of the hospital for ALCOHOL POISONING. it was a really bad case. ” good job. now let’s see if the cute guy buys it.
he DIDN’T believe it for a second; it was true about ADDICTS, he had the LABEL thrown on him a few times HIMSELF, they always WENT back to what they wanted. for him, it was FREEDOM, but to others, it was ALCOHOL or WORSE drugs.
❝ do you still taste the charcoal or did you have a tube down your throat? ❞ the answers didn’t seem to matter much to him, but if he was DRINKING this soon after getting out of the HOSPITAL? he was either someone with a DEATH wish ( like himself ) or he was a bit off his ROCKER. either way, it was a TURN ON ( oddly enough ) for ky’lar,
❝ how many did you have before you were RUSHED there?❞
“ well, that’s why MOST people go to the bar, isn’t it ?? ” nice save there, david. he’s STUDYING the man before him, considering how he wishes to play this out. he’s BEEN OUT of the mental hospital for a few weeks now, attempting to settle into a NORMAL ROUTINE, but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. being normal was HARD———but nobody LIKED a loony bin. hey, you’re not a loony bin! you’re wonderful.thanks. “ nah… ” his reply is slow, a little DRAWN OUT, as he watches the other male. “ just my eyes———-i’ve been told they’re CAPTIVATING. ” by who? your mother? don’t be a dick, i’m trying to be charming. you’re failing. “ you don’t need to LIE, you know, we may be strangers, but i gave you my number for a reason. ” did he JUST HEAR ky’lar’s thoughts? nah… he’s probably IMAGINING things. he does that a lot.
❝ i go to a BAR as i intended to have a DRINK. ❞ what he did after he obtained his alcohol was besides the point. it was a simple fact in his mind that bars were for drinking and sometimes just finding someone amusing for the night. all of them were one night stands anyhow —- too scared to say anything else. a reason he chose bars — anything to get out of the hotel rooms he usually stayed in,
❝ ——and your eyes are not CAPTIVATING. ❞ the guy sounded like an audio recording mentioning someone’s eyes; it was almost a turn off, but he didn’t need to be REMINDED of the obvious,
❝ now, i’m going to get a beer. ❞ anything to DROWN out the other’s comments about their eyes,
❝ unless, ❞ his lips pursed into a thin-line,
❝ you can give me a reason not to. ❞ he wouldn’t need much; just something to keep him focused on something other than alcohol.
“ —-I’M SURPRISED you came, actually. ” david shrugs slowly, eyes STARING at the table. “ you seem more like the ‘hit it and quit it’ type…no offense. ” geeze, david, how ELSE do you think he’s going to take it? i realize how that sounds, but YOU remember how he was the other night.fair enough. continue.thank you. “ i’m surprised you even CALLED. it’s the EYES, isn’t it ?? ” don’t be smug, david.what? my eyes are beautiful, shut up.whatever. david leans back in the seat, FINALLY settling his gaze on the man who had introduced himself as KY’LAR the other night at the bar. he was DEFINITELY good looking, that much was for sure———so surprising david like he did? that was a good thing.
it was even more SURPRISING that ky’lar made the CALL ; usually, people ENJOYED him when he was DRUNK. that way, he was at least DECENT, but as the facts STOOD, david wanted him to be SOBER. so, he WAS —- at least as sober as he could be with DOWNING a beer before he came here ; anything to keep him from showing how COLD he could actually be,
❝ you think i’m a TYPE now. ouch. ❞ it was a FAKED sense of sarcasm as ky leaned forward on the table,
❝ ——- tell me, do you really HOLD yourself to such a HIGH regard? it’s NOT your eyes. ❞ not entirely, but they were PART of it.
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