Alvin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
opportunitycosts) wrote2018-04-15 11:10 pm
opportunitycosts) wrote2018-04-15 11:10 pm
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Alvin will have acquired his own little carrier pigeon to send messages, so he'll have one stationed at the main carrier pigeon place that will come and find him.
In the meanwhile, this is the entry for any private messages that are delivered via the carrier pigeon system.
In the meanwhile, this is the entry for any private messages that are delivered via the carrier pigeon system.
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[His voice keeps that quiet, even tone as he just looks down at the boy.
Boy.
As they had been walking boy, each step reminds him how difficult, and more importantly, delicate this entire thing is. Maybe he should just let the kid run. After all, he only knew the kid as an employee. It's not like with Elize or Emizel where he has more personal attachment. It's not like he normally would try to involve himself to begin with. But thanks to a certain do-gooder and his group, that's exactly the kind of path Alvin has found himself following.]
I'm not going to force you. I know this is a lot for you to handle. But I have a pretty strong feeling that you'd rather keep it to yourself to try and "fix it" on your own. What I want to tell you is if you do that, you're just going to self-destruct and make things worse for yourself and for those who care about you.
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He's trying to think, but it's hard to do that with the pressure of the topic and the noise and people of the city so obviously present. Shoulders still hard yet arms like jelly--
--What did Alvin even say, again?
No, he's sure he remembers the general gist of it. It's only been a few seconds. Don't keep it to yourself, don't self-destruct... ]
I won't-- [ .... ] I can't keep it to myself. That's not going to work. People know.
[ One more than Red had figured would. His fingers curls in and trap his thumb, and he moves them closer to himself. Out of sight. ]
But there's things I have to figure out for myself too. You know. I have to... I can't avoid it, and I can't just think about it all day either. [ That's a sure way to upset the emotional balance of the land. ] I have my pokémon to think about too. They... I'm not the only one.
[ His lips tighten together, eyes even tighter, in a long moment when his heart drops further than he could've anticipated. All this time he was trying to explain himself, but it was all a fumbling mess once it reached his own ears. Nothing sounds convincing, and it makes it difficult to just drop it right there.
So he inhales through his nose again. Takes a moment. Goes in as evenly as he can manage, and clearly stressed: ]
We need time.
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Yes, Red definitely needs time, and Alvin wants to give it to him. But he is a little relieved to hear that the kid won't be retreating to some dark corner... Or at least, so he says. He'll have to keep an eye on him one way or another, just to be sure.
But seeing how shaken up he is, Alvin decides not to press much further, his stance relaxing. Hell, he kind of feels like giving the kid a hug. But he has to ask one more...very sensitive question because this will affect how things go for all of them, especially for work. Although whatever the answer is, he's of the mind to tell Red not to come until he feels more ready for it.]
Yeah, I know. But...I have to ask this because it's actually important for a number of reasons. [He takes a breath.] Do you want to know who killed you?
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Red doesn't know, and for a while it has nothing to do with the question itself. They both know what they're talking about, but throw in the words 'killed you' in a way that can't be mistaken and it's too raw and personal. If he doesn't answer, then he doesn't have to....
...he doesn't know. Alvin's not about to forget his own question, and it's not going to magically mean it wasn't asked. Still, there's a fight at the back of his throat between the options of keeping his mouth sealed and just getting this over with. He's already doing the first without any satisfaction, and getting it over can be done with a single word, a few more at most.
Fine. ]
...No. I don't. [ And, in case a why comes, when one shouldn't come at all given by the sharp now in his voice: ] It's not important to me.
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Maybe not right now, but it could be—and given how I'm involved, I can't just stay quiet about it.
[So with a heavy sigh, he lets out the truth.]
Red, it was Ludger. He was under Sosyne's influence and he wouldn't do that under normal circumstances. We're also already working on how to handle this. But you have to know, Red, because he works here. And if you're not comfortable with that and want to quit, then that's fine. I'd understand.
I just—really believe you should know.
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No, no no nono-- ]
Don't- [ It's a plea that sticks to Red's throat, trapped between the sudden spike of adrenaline, alarms going off in his head and the larger intake of air.
He's talking, why is he talking. ] Alvin--
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he has to stop it. ]
Shut-- shut up! Shut up, stop it- no!
[ Not interrupted, not without Red's voice rising above his and all attempts at poor façades fall, and a swift kick aimed to one of Alvin's shins when his mind calculates as quick that he's not going to very well reach the man's face in a more satisfactory manner. He's not trained, it could miss, but the attempt is still there before he's screaming at him again, caring no more about anyone nearby or the emotion boiling up yet freezing and melt his own hold over his limbs. ]
I told you! I said no! [ His face is getting hotter, his breathing thicker, suffocating--and when he pulls back his head to with he feet stumbling back, noise stutters and breaks as he inhales.
He trusted him. He trusted him not to-- ]
Why--why? [ They might've not been close, there wasn't reason for him to trust the man; maybe it was his own fault. But it hurts all the same, and why--why was very well in whatever Alvin was saying, what Red already knew. How couldn't he already know from the moment he started asking about working with Ludger, bringing up about his death.
But it's not a why Red's waiting for an answer to, strained and cracked in its delivery, and all the swelling that'd been building in his stomach spills up and out, his sight blurring, his movements as he turns away hard to steer as he walks. Still repeating the question as mumbling just to fill his own ears. He doesn't want to hear why, he doesn't want to hear another word.
He just wants to get away from him, everyone, everything, now, the air thinning around him, the ground softening beneath his feet and his chest heaving. ]
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Red! I had to! I couldn't just let you work here without you knowing!
[But the kid is already bolting. Whether the kid hears him or if the worlds fall on deaf ears, he doesn't know. But it had been difficult decision for Alvin as well. Keep it a secret and then get ripped for it later, or say it and—well, get this.
Alvin could chase him after him, and he does. He wants to make sure the kid doesn't do anything to hurt himself further. But he also realizes that the real threat for Red right now is him, so doing so would only make things worse. So helpless and unable to do anything, Alvin can only watch the small disappearing back, various emotions and an unwanted sense of deja vu, a sense that he's certainly broken someone's trust in him returning.
But hey, isn't this what he planned for? A contingency plan? To make Red be angry at him and not be around the restaurant and thus spare both individuals? To let himself be the target of animosity instead? Isn't that what he's used to doing?
...Dammit. Dammit.]