Thread: Cat and Mouse Games [sevenpercentsolution and Seraph]

Abe's jittery movements took a second to calm as Nuada turned away to pace his own cell. His movements, on the other hand, were paced, controlled, and made it appear as if he were pondering rather than trying to find a way to let out nervous energy. His gills flared slightly as he glanced towards the guards who were peeking around their barricade to watch the interview with interest, as they murmured between themselves about why Abe would want to talk to him, or why Nuada seemed more willing to be civil with him than Manning. Abe drew his hands up and tugged at the gloves he wore before he nodded to Nuada's back, Perhaps...we can talk again another time then. He walked swiftly from the cell, down the hall, and towards the upper levels of the B.P.R.D and to his library. His thoughts were muddled, and he needed a swim or a new book, a snide thought came to work through everything Nuada' had said. The Prince seemed to know, immediately which words to say to draw the worst of his memories and the deepest worries he had from his soul. It was a trait he seemed to share with his sister--just another thing that the twins had in common. Another thing that made it, at times, had to distinguish how they were different rather than how they were the same. He walked up the stairs to the second floor of the library before he dove into his tank and swam in mindless patterns as he tugged off his gloves, letting them sink to the bottom of the tank. Still the question burned inside of him why, when they were so similar, were they so different? And just how much did Nuada feel when he touched Nuala's hand? Was it the same as holding his, or was it different? This mind never did work out those thoughts, and he knew it would take a while before he courage gathered enough for a return visit to Nuada's cell. It was only through one of Liz's bouts of anger, did he find the need to seek refuge in the lower levels again a few days later. One would have thought, that her temperament would have mellowed slightly with the news of her pregnancy but, if anything, she was worse. She had come into the library and ranted about another thing Red did, or rather didn't do, this time. He had promised to clean his room to make more room for her and their coming children, but he wouldn't give up anything. And her tooth-brush had ended up in another can of moist cat food, a fact that she was so happy about. It had taken roughly thirty-minutes before she lit up, and then an additional five minutes before she started to heat up the room so much that his water began to boil. In the end, she had managed to set three books on fire and completely destroy them. The sprinkler system went off in the library and throughout most of the B.P.R.D causing a mild flood in some areas. He glanced around the hall way as he walked to Nuada's cell, it seemed that the water hadn't effected much down here. It was still the same single hallway with cells lining either side of it and only a few puddles here and there. But they were in the shape of shoes, meaning it had been brought down from the upper levels by some drenched Agent. The Agents on duty were a different set this time one who read a tabloid and scarcely looked at him, and the other, who was soaked, had out his iPod and was playing it. Neither paid attention to their duties, and Abe was concerned with that. Not that Nuada would escape, but be in need of help. He would insisted it was only because he cared for Nuala he was so concerned. He walked almost up to the bars of Nuada's cell, Hello Nuada.