Oh god, i haven’t been in the mood for this for SO LONG. BUT LOOK A NEW CHAPTER 8D It’s really short, but it’s sort of a filler chapter and possibly the end of the first issue for 3106. Not completely sure, i’ll work it out when i actually START 3106 as a comic.
For now, have cayden being a worrisome mother hen while trying not to show it! XD
The elevator doors open, and Cayden walks out, he’s followed by a young man in a sweater that’s 4 times to big for him. Petro mentally thanks Cayden for lending him his sweater. he wraps his arms around his torso, sucking in caydens sent and smiling a little.
Cayden leads Petro down the hallway past large glass windows, and comfy looking chairs. The eventually get past the floor’s lounge section and into the apartment hallways. zig zagging through corridors and finally stopping at a white door with the number 69 engraved into a small gold plate.
He opens the door, gently pulling petro inside, and closing the door behind them. He motions around the appartement “Make yourself at home”
Petro pulls the hood down, looking around. The walls are a dark, calming blue, with white floors and furniture. Everything is tidy, and nothing is out of place, even the counter top looks freshly cleaned despite Cayden being at court all day.
Cayden “so….Who were those people, and what’s BehndCo?”
Petro stares at Cayden “i…i don’t really wanna talk about it….”
Cayden glares at Petro, taking in his entire body, “….You look tired.” He moves from behind the counter, and grips Petro’s arm pulling him down the hallway towards the rooms in the back “You should rest” He opens the door to his own room, a large bed at the back, and countless dressers lining the walls.
Cayden turns to petro, removing the sweater carefully, and motioning to the bed.
Petro “Buh….isnt this….YOUR room c-corporal?”
Cayden “Only bedroom in the apartment, unless you want to sleep on the sofa while i do cop stuff on the computer?”
Petro stays quiet, looking at the comfy queen sized beckoning to him. Cayden folds up the sweater, placing it gingerly on one of the dressers. He turns around, checking petro over again “You just have that one set of clothes dont you?”
Petro looks over to him, eyelids sagging slightly “i……i-well..not really.” There’s a flash of light and Cayden squints to try and see, when he’s capable of it, he looks Petro over. His hair is now a bright, vibrant red, and he’s wearing a small half-jacket with a tight black shirt, and a pair of cargo’s. He smiles shyly “….Magic…!”
Cayden stares blankly at him “…i’ve seen you before…..where…”
Petro “i…i do odd jobs…Cafes, couriering…yknow….anything that buys me food and a room at a local pub”
Cayden picks through a set of drawers “You’re not wearing that to bed, you’ll be uncomfortable all night” he pulls out a large t-shirt, probably one of his own-and throws it at petro’s head. “Get changed, and get some sleep. I’ll try not to bug you.”
He leaves the room, flicking off the hall light. Petro changes, and slides under the sheets and heavy comforter, “so this is what a real bed feels like. nice”