Hazarville

A devilish grin was plastered on her face, if Baghodat could see the images phasing through her mind he’d certainly be far more embarrassed if not upset. Inwardly Grace was pretending her hand was Baghodat speaking as at that point she was drowning him out. That is until she finally caught the very explanation she was hoping to hear, "People often say I am asexual, but that's because I am not easily aroused. In fact, this was the first time. A girl could be trying to seduce me, and I would not even be phased by it. Of course, it was different this morning, but that's just because I was caught off guard."

Leaning forwards in her chair his last words seemed to deflate her curiosity. Stabbing the knife into the table, Grace actually pouted. “Aw really? I was hoping it was because of my irresistible charm.” she began to play with the tips of her hair. “But how was it any different than before, I’m sure they’ve caught you by surprise countless times. Unless you’ve already been expecting it.” at that point, Grace’s accusation seemed obvious.

Baghodat could see the devilish grin in Grace's eyes, at first, then noticed a shift in her demeanor after his explanation was completed. He kind of figured she would not understand. So, he sighed and told her, "I guess I need to explain myself further, don't I? You see, sex was a frequent topic for a few of my relatives. I learned not to be bothered by that over time. Although, I guess it was the loss of all but one of my relatives that was the primary factor. You could say I no longer thought like a kid after that. Hardly anything phases me, anymore." With that, Baghodat sat back down and ate. He could not think of anything else to say, at first.

As he ate, he pondered on why Grace lived alone. They were both still minors, thus they either needed a parent or guardian living with them. There was also the fact the girl was even involved in mafia, to begin with. Did she lose someone? Then again, he did recall her saying she killed her own father. "You don't have a family, at all, do you?"

Grace tilted her head in response to his explanation. “I see” looking away Grace shifted in her chair, leaning back in it she slid one leg over the other. "You don't have a family, at all, do you?" She had been looking down at the table when he asked her. Amber eyes snapped upwards with a completely different light to them, they were almost hostile in fact. “No” she said bluntly leaning forwards Grace propped her chin on the palm of her hand. “I already told you I killed my father but he wasn’t my real father. They abandoned me at an orphanage but I like to imagine they died a gruesome death.” The glint in her eye said it all, it wasn’t that Grace resented them but it was just how she was.

Looking back to Baghodat Grace spoke again, “Why do you hope to pity me and worm your way into my heart? To comfort me?” her tone was on the border of being threatening but she already had enough of people pitying her.

The tone in Grace's voice left Baghodat on the edge. He was not looking for another fight, yet if he was left with no other option, he wondered if he would show any mercy, this time. At this point, he was becoming sick of being hostilely targeted for no good reason. From people treating him horribly purely based on his partial Iranian blood to being ambushed by Grace's gang because of a perceived connection to the fabled Fire Eyes, the boy became agitated at it all, his rage building up. And now, he was given the cold treatment for things as petty as the accidental peek and what he said to Grace about family? It was beyond irritating. His teeth gritted as he restrained from smacking the girl, both out of principle and his mixed feelings towards her.

"First off, cool it. Second, I was merely curious." His hands balled into fists for her to see, he added, "And, don't bother talking to me about pity." He picked up the glass of orange juice next to him, only to squeeze it firmly out of anger and his attempt to calm down, himself. In the middle of this internal conflict, he unknowingly let out in a somewhat controlled rage, "Are you always so violent?" That was the moment his grip shattered the glass holding the orange juice, bleeding his hand as the pieces scattered. Not that he noticed or cared, at that point. "Jumping the gun... making accusations concerning urban myths..." He held back tears while shouting in a rage, "What kind of person are you?"

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Aodha was up all night searching for his cousin. In the process, he had killed off mafia members and interrogated the survivors, but in vain. Unlike when he first started, the direct approach to combat would have had him killed, these days. Most remaining mafia had smartened up and stayed in groups while coordinating to make it so lone wolves like him could not just show up and expect to live, especially now that firearms were being used more frequently. He had to wait longer periods of time before making his move on anyone, and waiting until one enemy was separated from the others was time-consuming. Whoever it is that kidnapped Baghodat shall pay for it in blood!

He would have called the police, were it not for the fact if he were revealed as his alter ego, he would be behind bars, too, if not executed. This made the situation more complicated for him. His plot for revenge would have to wait. He had to prioritize which was more important, and right now, Baghodat's safety was just that. Please be alive, little cousin!

She could see it in his eyes, the anger welling up in him. Grace hadn't quite expected Baghodat to react the way he did but she knew she was stepping on a thin line from the start. "First off, cool it. Second, I was merely curious." At that moment Grace closed off any emotion that had managed to leak through her heart. Her face becoming impassive yet she felt some guilt but she didn't know why.

"Are you always so violent? Grace seemed to stiffen at the question and she looked away. Her gaze returned when he shattered the glass. [color="Jumping the gun... making accusations concerning urban myths..."[/color] it felt as if each word was a stinging slap to the face and it was his last question that sealed her fate , "What kind of person are you?"

Grace suddenly stood up in her chair, "I'm the kind of person you shouldn't associate yourself with. The things I've done and said in the past, they won't sit well with you." It almost sounded like she was sad, she stood there in silence before walking over to a draw beneath the sink and looked through it. In her hands was a fist-aid kit which she presented to him while taking some wet clothe from the sink. Kneeling in front of Baghodat she didn't look in his direction as she took his hand to clean up the blood. She then placed a clothe and wrapped it with medical tape. Grace loooked down, holding his hand longer than was needed before standing up.

"I think it'll be best if you left Mr. President. You won't want to be caught seen with me." finally letting go of his hand.