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He smiled a sad little smile from under his hood, fingers still twined around Cerenah's hand. "Unnie's been around for an awful long dime, Miss Serry. Unnie's used da bein' lefd on hiss own."
"Well... You don't have to be alone, Unnie. There are plenty of people in the city - my Mum and Dad will like you, I bet! I'm sure Vrass would too! You could come home with me, then we can all try to figure out how to help you."
"Miss Serry..." For the first time he sounded uncertain, feet shuffling this way and that, burying themselves in the soft sand. "Unnie doesn' fink... he doesn't fink ass a very good idea..."
If he had had the mind to work it out, he would have realised why he had been sent to exactly this beach at exactly this time, but Unnie lacked such deductive ability. "Unnie... he finks- id would be bedder if Unnie wend somewhere else."
Why on Earth wouldn't he want somewhere to stay, even for a short time? "I really don't want to leave you here all by yourself, Unnie. I'd feel much, much better if you came home with me. You don't even have to stay; we could find you somewhere else to go."
Damn consciences and their lack of allowance for abandoning others.
"Unnie didn' mean... Unnie doesn' fink Miss Serry's family're bad or wrong... Unnie juss finks ad dey'd be happier wiff-oud an Unnie."
In Unnie's mind, Mister Helthas had found himself another special friend, and The Jack had never needed him, but all these years later the little creature was still drawn towards the man who he had made his own. After so many years, he still remembered everything he had promised to keep safe.
"Unnie... Unnie ain' sure whad d'do."
For a moment he simply looked at Cerenah, unable to find the words to explain what he was thinking. He was, of course, able to get by on his own, but he was neither suited or well adapted to such an existence. Without teeth, he struggled to feed himself, and he possessed something very far from a sturdy body... Unnie missed Miss Nal and Mister Helthas terribly. He even missed Miss Garrett, even if she could be terribly rude and a little bit mean.
"Unnie... Unnie..." He crept a little closer, letting go of Cerenah's hand to offer her his lifted arms; Mister Helthas always used to carry him when they needed to go somewhere.
"There we go," she murmured as she stood herself upright, arms securely wrapped around Unnie. "Don't you worry... We'll figure this all out and see if we can't find what you've forgotten. We've got a lot of practice, you see. Mum and Dad are both really forgetful," Cerenah explained as she turned and started walking away from the beach. "My brother and I are good at finding things nowadays. Especially Dad. Maybe that's why Vrass got him that phone," she mused to herself. "Maybe you can track him with it."
The teenager giggled at the thought. Lost your father? Click on the computer and he'll pop up.
"Unnie remembers. Unnie remembers everyfink," he told her, voice even softer now that he was close to her face. "Unnie never forgeds nuffink. Unnie was a good Special Friend."
Sitting in a cheap plastic lawn chair colored white. There is yet another chair for the same description to his right and a plastic table in between the two chairs.
His feet are resting on a tiny board that holds together the wooden railing in front of the balcony.
He's wearing a white t-shirt, faded blue jeans with a hole in the left knee and is..well barefoot really... sipping on a cold beer in a brown bottle watching the waves roll in.
He couldn't believe he'd missed her first question but none the less he did and so answered with "Yeah the promoters get really mad if things end to quick. There's no money to be made betting on all the little things that happen during a fight. Like who draws first blood, if a body part will be broken, sprained, whose it will be... everything. Knockout bets are placed before the fight though...it's all the side bets that make them their money."