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Thread: Who? Church/Moon

the boy didn't seam to have any idea what he was doing to the man who had helped him. he didn't really understand the concept of modesty. he didn't remember, but being naked in front of others was something he'd been doing since he was born. he had no concept of 'this is my body'. he was used to bathing under eyes, pissing under eyes, masturbating, the few times he'd wanted to, with eyes fixed firmly on him. he didn't remember that though, he didn't remember the eyes always watching him, some habits simply carried on even when you could remember nothing about them. he didn't realize how beautiful he was. he had a fey like face, and it was almost genderless. with a little meat on his bones he'd be practically ethereal. why had o one helped him before with a face that beautiful? or worse, tried to claim him as their own? it had been so easy to lure him away from the drain pipe, any number of unsavory men might have gotten their hands on him. he blinked, startled when Johnathon turned his full attention on him. his first instinct was to duck his head, be submissive, hide. he was partially into the motion to do so when Johnathon spoke an the boy realized he wasn't in trouble. he blinked at the food, looked up at Johnathon, as if looking for permission to eat before he tore into the pancakes with rather nice table manners. he was also eating slowly, carefully chewing every bite, as if he knew if he ate too much too fast he'd get sick. he probably did. he ate quickly, and eagerly as if he was worried that someone might take it away. from how thin he was that was probably exactly the way he thought. one didn't get that thin after only three days after all. oh.... he swallowed his bite down and washed it down with his drink before he shrugged at the other. i don't know. he admitted. i can't remember. he admitted. the only thing i remember is a loud noise, and a bright light. screaming and pain. and then i was hiding in the hole in the ground, i was scared. he admitted. i don't remember anything else. he admitted. i was hoping you knew me so i could find out who i am. he tilted his head at the other, Johnathon seamed to be an odd sort. he acted rather weird to say the least. he blinked and watched Johnathon leave. when he came back,a good portion of the finished pancakes where gone. it was impossible for the nameless boy to have eaten them all, so where had they gone? Johnathon would find them later, hidden under the couch. food hoarding. a rather gross habit, but understandable if he'd been starved most of his life. the boy didn't sea, to be aware at all that some of the pancakes had gone missing. oh... he slid out of his chair and pulled on the clothes, right there in the kitchen. no modesty at all. none whatsoever. thank you Johnathon. he said, happy with the new clothes as he pulled on the shirt and examined the material curiously. thank you. e said, smiling at the other again.
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the boy didn't understand at all to be honest, the idea that someone might be uncomfortable with nudity. most social norms he was completely baffled by, mostly because despite being surrounded all the time, he was segregated and alone for most of his life. he'd never really had the chance to understand why a person smiled when they weren't happy and why the truth might hurt someone's feelings. he knew how to act in public, how to speak calmly and eat properly and shake hands but that was only because he was being shown off. with long sleeves of course. he didn't remember that though, his body was simply on autopilot because while the brain couldn't remember, the body never forgot. he aborted the flinch, but that was because he'd confused himself. why flinch? Johnathon wouldn't hurt him right? if i eat too fast i'll get sick. the Boy informed the other before pausing, cocking his head and looking puzzled. how had he known that? why did he have the strangest sensation that he'd done it before? often? he was starving, he should have wolfed it down, part of him knew if he ate too fast he'd be sick. that meant he went hungry so often his body knew what to do even when he himself didn't. ...i don't know an names. he admitted, blinking at the other, fairly unconcerned. you choose. he decided. he was completely oblivious to the others problems when he dropped his Towel and didn't look at the other while he was getting dressed. not that he would have understood the blushing anyway. he mumbled something when he dropped the shirt and bent over, ass in the air to grab it because it had slipped under the chair. then he was dressed and suitable for company and had sat down to finish off his pancakes. he cocked his head at the other, but couldn't think of anything he needed so just nodded. okay Johnathon. i will. he promised. will i stay here with you then? he asked curiously. i won't be a bother? he asked, a bit worried about making Johnathon upset or unhappy with having him there. once he was in the living room he became completely enthralled in the TV, as if he'd never seen one before. he stared at it, transfixed by the moving colors and sounds. by the time Jon had come out of the bathroom, the clever nameless boy had figured out the remote, or at least the channel changing part and was flicking through the channels one at a time, still completely mesmerized. Johnathon? he asked, looking up at the other. the Unemployment rate has gone up two percent. he informed the other. someone named Justine Berber was arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct. and a big yellow bird told me the number of the day was sixteen. he admitted. what is an unemployment rate? and why is Sixteen important? also, do you have any barrels?
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Jonathan looked surprised that the other knew that he'd get sick if he ate too fast, like he'd done it before but it seemed like he couldn't actually remember why he knew it in the first place. He quickly forgot his problem and then told him to pick a name. How in the hell was he supposed to do that? He'd never even named a dog before how was he supposed to name a person? How about Caleb? Is that an okay name? he asked, saying the first one that really came to his head. He'd never known a Caleb so he wasn't really sure why that came to his mind either. He was thinking about names when the other bent over and practically waved his ass around in the air. Why was God so cruel to him? Of course he would end up inviting some beat up looking kid into his apartment to help him out and he would end up looking like the most fuckable model he'd ever seen in his entire life. Now that he was thinking about it, he'd have to get the kid to spill something on himself so that he could change more often, or just give him a reason to stay partially naked. Even if Jon walked around with an eternal boner the kid probably wouldn't even recognize what it was. Yeah, you can stay here as long as you want. You aren't a bother at all he assured him. The tv was easier distraction for him than it was for most children, he could almost never get his nephew to settle down for much longer than twenty minutes before he was trying to get into everything again. He decided just to wear a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, flopping down into the seat beside the other before laughing at his announcement. The unemployment rate is the amount of people who tell the government that they don't have a job but want one. The bird was Big Bird. He teaches children numbers and different words and things. It's an educational show. And I'm really scared to ask but why do you need barrels? he asked, a little worried as he couldn't think of any shows or references of barrels in anything to make him want barrels. He got up and grabbed some sheets, planning on putting them on the couch. He pulled the cushion up and saw pancakes, frowning and looking at the other you don't have to hide food, the fridge is always open and you can ask me whenever I'm here to make you something he told him, picking up the food and throwing it away. He wasn't a germaphobe but there was no way he'd let anyone eat anything that had been in his couch.
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The boy blinked at him and then smiled brightly. Caleb! i like it. yes. he agreed very happily. he had no idea what the other was thinking and even if he did he probably wouldn't have understood. are you sure? i'm always a bother. he informed the other. the words parroted the same way a child did when they'd been told over and over. he was soon engrossed in the TV and almost didn't hear the other come back, he was sitting on the floor, oddly enough, so the couch was more than free. oh.... are you unemployed? he asked, looking worried. do i need to get a job? i don't know how to work. he admitted, looking upset before looking baffled. Big Bird? he asked, head cocked to the side. that's a dumb name. he admitted. that's what he IS, not a name. he admitted with a sniff before he he grinned at the other. i wish to try shooting fish in a barrel. he admitted. wow, Caleb was apparently very impressionable. he flinched when the other yanked up the cushions and saw the pancakes and did an aborted motion to make himself smaller. okay... he didn't look like he believed the other though. he in fact, looked very annoyed that perfectly good pancakes had been thrown away. he pouted for the next ten minutes but didn't protest and didn't comment. he did help the other make the couch up and then returned his attention back to the Tv, playing with the remote before stopping at a documentary on the planets and the universe. it was called Cosmos by Neil deGrasse Tyson and the swirling lights and colors where enough to enthrall even a child. can we go into space Jonathan? he asked, looking up at the other from where he was still sitting on the floor by the others legs. it's pretty up there. he admitted. he eventually fell asleep to the soothing voice and swirling colors. of course he was asleep on the floor and his long, long limbs where sprawled out like he was some sort of cat that needed to take up as much space as it could. at least he didn't snore, and as thin and light as he was it was easy to tuck him in. poor kid was probably exhausted. it couldn't have been easy to sleep in a storm drain.
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Jonathan just decided to ignore the comment about thinking that he was a bother as it didn't sound as though he truly meant it himself. No, I've got a job, that's where I was coming from when I picked you up he informed the other with a smile. No, you don't need to get a job. I've got a pretty good job that pays more than enough for just me he assured him, not that he thought that he'd really even be able to get a job the way that he was now knowing nothing. He wondered if he needed to mention to the authorities about this, but he didn't want him to find his way back to those people who had clearly been treating him like shit. Shooting fish in a barrel is an expression. It means that something is very easy. No one actually puts fish in a barrel and shoots them he told him, like he'd ever give the kid a gun. Jon noticed Caleb's pouting and rolled his eyes there are more pancakes in the fridge if you want them. But leave them in the fridge, I don't want food in my couch he said, glancing up at the tv to make sure he didn't land on one of the random porn channels he got. He yawned after a little while, finally noticing that Caleb had fallen asleep on the floor. He was extremely glad that it was a Friday and that he wouldn't have to worry about waking up early and leaving the other here alone all day. He turned the tv off and picked the boy up easily, laying him on the couch and covering him before turning all the lights off and going into his own room and thinking about what had just happened and how his life had just suddenly and drastically changed. When he woke up in the morning he'd forgotten about his guest, walking through his living room and looking confused at the figure on his couch. He'd not gone drinking last night and even if he had they'd be in his bed and not on the couch. Then it hit him. He went into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee and started on something for breakfast. Eggs and toast with bacon would be good. The other needed something to put some more meat back on his bones. Hell, he could even heat up more of the pancakes if he hadn't already woken up and eaten them during the night.
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Caleb nodded, that was interesting. what does your job do? he wondered. i bet i could do a job. he admitted. i'll try! he decided, nodding seriously. granted, he wasn't about to leave the warm safe house, but he could clean! and cook! and make things easier for the man who had rescued him. the people in the TV did. he complained. they where shooting at Fish in a barrel to see if the Myth was true! he protested. what's a myth? he asked, his head tilted. he asked, his head tilted before huffing. fine, if the other didn't want food in his couch he'd find another hiding place. at least he would never really go hungry here, if Jonathan was telling the truth anyway. he didn't even twitch when Jonathan picked him up and tucked him in and he looked as if he hadn't twitched at all during the night either. none of the food in the house had been disturbed either so he seamed to have slept through the night. Jonathan was half through breakfast when Caleb suddenly sat straight up and babbled in a language that was anything but English. he blinked several times, babbled a bit more, sounding confused now before he blinked at Jonathan. oh! it wasn't a dream... he muttered, rubbing his eye with a hand. i have to pee... he declared, trying to evacuate the couch, only to get tangled up in the blankets and hit the ground with a grunt. he kicked his way free and headed for the bathroom so he could take care of his morning needs before staggering back to the kitchen and sat down where he had yesterday, yawning a little. Morning Jonathan. he mumbled, blinking at the other. your not a dream right? he asked. i'm not going to be put in the closet? he asked, voice trembling just a little. he must have dreamed of some real memories for them to have such an effect. i don't like the closet. it's dark in there, and it smells like blood. he admitted softly. i don't like the smell of blood... he admitted, fidgeting on his stool and picked at a spot on the table. can i really stay here Jonathan? you won't make me leave?
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Jonathan thought about the best way to explain his job to someone who didn't really know what was going on with the world and seemed sheltered in every sense of the word. I help a business keep track of the money that they spend and what they earn so that they make enough money to pay the people who work for them and keep expanding so that they can keep making more money he told the other, deciding that that was probably the easiest way to explain it. He explained to the other what a myth was as well as explaining the show, and the fact that you should NEVER try what they do at home. He stressed that several times, having seen the show before and not really wanting to come home to an explosion or fire in his apartment. He made a pretty good amount of money but he'd have a rough time refurnishing everything. The elder man looked confused when he heard Caleb talking, he tried running the words through his head to understand what he'd said but nothing about the sentence was english or even remotely close to english. He was pleased that the other didn't seem too freaked out to wake up where he was, he still remembered who Jon was so it wasn't a short term memory problem, which would have been even more of an issue to deal with. Good morning, how did you sleep? he asked the other, looking concerned when asked if he was a dream and the other mentioned something about being put into a closet. He moved to the other, putting his arms around him just to reassure him. He'd heard physical contact was good for people having mental breakdowns or if they just weren't feeling the best. Maybe it would work now, too. No, you're never going to be put into a closet. You can stay here however long you want and I'll never force you to do anything like that or do anything you don't want to do, okay? he asked, making the other respond before letting it go. He kissed the top of the boys head and moved back to the stove, finishing the food and plating it. They sat at the table and he ate his own food slowly, watching the other just as much as the crossword puzzle that sat in front of his own plate. He did them every day, he was just glad on the weekend cause he actually had time to finish them. Was there anything that you wanted to do today? he asked of the other, wondering if he even had any idea of what they could do. He'd personally like to get him some more clothes so he wouldn't have to keep wearing his all the time. Maybe he'd get him something better for the other to sleep on so he wouldn't have to keep sleeping on the couch.
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the boy blinked a few times at the explanation and then. you make people money? he asked, his head tilted. that sounds boring. do you get to keep any of it for yourself? he asked. i think you should get to. he admitted before nodding obediently at the order to never repeat things he saw on the TV at home. Caleb rubbed his eyes when he woke up a little more and then smiled at the other. so very glad that Jon was real. i slept very well thank ou. he admitted. well, aside from the bad dreams. but he didn't want to tell Jon about those. he tensed when Jon touched him, though he didn't flee. the longer Jon touched him without pain, the more Caleb relaxed until he was leaning into the warmth of the other. you promise? he asked softly, voice trembling a little. you swear it? he asked before jerking, startled at the kiss to the head, touching it and then examining his fingers as if he'd expected lipstick or paint or blood or something that would wipe onto his fingers. once he realized nothing had been brushed onto him he blushed and looked up at the other, stunned but delighted. he lost the blush as soon as there was food in front of him and he devoured it, always with his impeccable table manners. the way he set knife and fork down on his plate before he took drinks indicated that he knew 'proper' table manners. the kind you used when dining at a five star restaurant. the kind you used when you where having tea with a queen. the kind that you used when you where a politician of high standing. that he did it so naturally indicated that he'd been taught since he was a child. do? he asked, head cocked to the side. watch TV? he asked, blinking at the other. may i have a toothbrush? he asked, wincing a bit as if he expected to be slapped for his request. when it didn't happen he carefully pressed on. and maybe some socks? my feet are cold....
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Yeah, that's basically what I do. Well, they pay me for doing it, so in a way I get to keep some of the money he told the other, smiling when the other agreed that he wouldn't do anything that he saw people doing on the tv. At least he wouldn't have to worry about that quite yet. He noticed the initial reaction of the other when he was touched, half expecting for him to pull away but he was pleased to find that instead he relaxed and even leaned into him. Yeah, I promise he confirmed to him softly, tilting his head as Caleb searched himself after the kiss. He laughed quietly as the other blushed and realized there was nothing on him. Jonathan's stomach was doing flips at that red tint that had spread across the others face, he was just so adorable that he couldn't help the way he felt when he saw him like that. Jon had his legs crossed, casually leaning back in his chair and sipping at his coffee, glancing up and watching as the other ate as though he was dining with the queen of England. No one is going to smack you upside the head for just eating he commented without really looking at the other. He was still looking over his crossword and wanted for Caleb to feel at home and comfortable here with him. Okay, he'd have to take control of this situation it seemed. They certainly weren't going to spend all day inside watching tv when the weather was so gorgeous outside. Yeah, we'll go to the store later and grab you some basic stuff that you can have just for you he assured him, getting up at the second request and coming back moments later with a pair of colorful knee high socks. There you go, you can wear those till we get you some more he said, smirking a little to himself. One, he wanted to see the other wear them and two, they were one of only a couple clean pairs that he had left. He cleaned up the table when they'd finished, going to change and giving Caleb a set of clothes to change into as well, something that would look more presentable in public. Jon wore a button up shirt, blue pants rolled around the ankles and brown oxfords and put his sunglasses on top of his head since it was so sunny outside and he planned on going through the park to get to the store. He led the other out into the world, mainly paying attention to him and others around them in case they recognized Caleb or if there might be posters. He wasn't quite ready to give him up or let him go back to such an abusive place again.
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he nodded. good. he decided, glad that the other got paid for all his hard work. okay Jonathan. he murmured at the promise. Jonathan wouldn't lie. it would be okay. now if only he could figure out why his belly felt squirmy. ...huh? he asked, looking up at the other. confused. i always eat like this. and people do smack me when i eat wrong. he pointed out. silverware down on his plate again and his head tilted. it was impolite to speak to someone with silverware in our hands after all, especially when you where done eating. there is a proper way to eat, no matter who it is you are eating with. he informed the other, sounding as if he was parroting someone. even if they are heathens, doesn't mean we have to behave like them. he nodded firmly and then smiled at Jonathan. not realizing he could have potentially insulted Jonathan if not for the fact that Caleb was simply repeating what he'd been told over and over again. okay. he agreed, more than happy to go shopping. can we stop at the park first? he asked, his head tilted. i forgot my bag. so he did have a few things! the bag must have been hidden then, or someone would have grabbed it before Jonathan had appeared. people would mug anyone for anything if the victim looked weak enough. thank you Jonathan! he stated, looking rather amazed at the socks before pulling them on and beaming at the other, pulling on his own clothes that where much too big for him but managed to make him look adorable. he followed the other back to the park, unaware of the people around him. not that it mattered since no one seamed to recognize the boy. there where no 'have ou seen this boy' posters. nothing. it was like the boy didn't exist. hold on. Caleb ordered, proving how smart he really was for hiding his backpack away from the drain pipe he'd hidden in. he looked around and then yanked up a loose grate under a water fountain where the used water drained into. hanging on a rusty hook was a bright red backpack in almost pristine condition. kept above the flowing water below, but protected from the falling water above. it was an excellent place to hide. he pulled the backpack out and smiled at the other. now i can help. he said, offering the other the backpack. inside was the most amazing, or maybe frightening thing. huge bundles of money. Euros. not that the money helped figure out where he was from. there where nineteen different countries that used the Euro and Caleb could have been from any one of them. question now was. how the hell had he gotten to America from Europe?