niteo_logs | Reluctant Heroes

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Reluctant Heroes

Characters: AU!The Fawn [

islpwhnibreathe] || OU!Allen Walker [

tothelastbreath]
When: November 14th
Where: Nesreca streets and apartment
Rating: PG?
Summary: Matt and Allen on the hunt for a lost Dori

It was bad enough the shop keeper had been dropped here for creepy play times but now there was another Wonderland resident here as well. Dori was pulled into this mess of a place and Matt couldn't figure out what in the world that weird girl would want with him. Sleepy Dori who would rather keep to himself then get involved in things. At least with himself, Matt knew he was a bit more... Combative given certain situations.

Looking about for Allen, the keeper stopped at the stair landing. With the younger having been outside while Matt had been in his room on the fifth floor, it only seemed logical to meet there. It had been lucky that he managed to see what Allen looked like on that.. Thingie of this, otherwise he would have no idea what the teen would look like, even if they walked into each other on the stairs.

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Allen had been about to hunt for a way out of Nesreca, but that would have to wait. The rhythmic thud of boots announced his arrival just a moment later, Timcanpy right behind him, followed by a brief silence as both boy and golem came to a sudden halt at the landing so Allen could just... look at Matt for a moment. Or rather, at the air above his head ― habit, you see. The intensity of his gaze soon melted away into a smile.

"Hello," came the warm greeting, breaking the silence before it could stretch into the realm of discourtesy. "You must be Matt."

A flash of gold and the stamp of heavy feet drew Matt's attention to the stairs below. He knew that gold. The.. Well... Larger looked down at Allen. "Matt I am. Allen?" Oh the way his words got mixed up when he was panicked.

"Going up." Ever the one for conversation, Matt started up the rest of the stairs. Just five flights to go to get outside. Then who knew if Dori would be on that roof anyway. Looking back the older glanced at Allen as he went up the stairs. "Sorry.. Just worried about Dori..."

...Er. Wow. Now that Allen wasn't busy waiting for his left eye to tell him he's screwed, he had plenty of time to take in how... not tall he was next to Matt. Bean sprout, a voice scoffed in the back of his mind, which he took joy in dispelling with a particularly heavy thump of his boot on the next flight of stairs.

"Yes, that's me, and please don't apologise. I know what it's like to be afraid for someone else." He was already following closely behind Matt, but Timcanpy still deemed it necessary to wheel around their heads once before zooming right ahead, as if to say, God, hurry up.

It felt like it was taking forever to go up the stairs. Matt watched Tim flit about and rather then watching the stairs, the shop keeper kept his eyes up on what was too far ahead to help with the rushing now. Thanks to that, he caught the tip of his shoe on a step and nearly fell forward. The joy of long arms kept Matt from actually falling as he managed to grab the stair rail to save himself.

"Always worried about Dori you know. He gets into messes without meaning to once in a while." The older righted himself and finished his way up the stairs, stopping at the door to the roof to look back at Allen to see where he was.

"Watch out―" Allen was already reaching out to steady Matt by the elbow, but let his hand fall when the other managed to keep his balance. Still, it's probably a good thing that Tim was now hovering helplessly by the closed door instead of being distracting.

"I mean, do be careful... Anyway, it's quite alright. I know something about messes." Allen knew all about messes. It came from spending much of his adolescent years cleaning up mess after intentional mess, until one day, Cross had vanished (again) and left a hideous mess no one's been able to clean up. It was goddamn typical, is what it was. A shake of his head to clear it, and then he was smiling up at Matt again.

"And I'm sure you'll get him out."

Dori lay on the blacktop of the roof, peering over to the street below and giving a small sigh. It didn't look too different from Wonderland really. His arm dangled over the edge, and he blinked sleepily, eyes scanning the nearby building.

"Matt...mattie...matt tea...." he hummed in a sleepy sing-song voice, "Where's my Mat-tea?"

The door was hard to open, causing Matt's brows knit together in frustration. Right! Digging in his jacket pockets, he produced his screwdriver, which had since been "cleaned" since his meeting with Youji. He jimmied the lock before prying the door open with his poor little screwdriver.

Rushing out onto the roof, the keeper looked around, seeing if there was anything or anyone in sight before going to look around further. Matt kicked something under the door to keep it from closing behind he and Allen. Moving around the roof, grey-brown eyes landed on something familiar. Someone familiar.

"Dori!" Rushing over to the slumped man, Matt got on his knees to see if the manager was alright, checking him over as best he could without disturbing Dori. "I'm here Dorimouse... Right here."

Allen simply watched over Matt's shoulder, and was on the verge of offering his assistance in the form of one well-placed kick when the lock popped open. Well, that's handy. He would've commented as much had circumstances been less pressing, but as it was, the matter was shoved aside to make way for the prone form lying on the edge of...

...

Actually, that position's a little too daring for comfort. The Exorcist soon found himself crouching beside Matt, one hand clasped firmly around Dori's wrist to be on the safe side.

"Matt? Maybe we should get him inside."

"Mm?" Dori was shaken out of his near sleep state, blinking at Matt with wide eyes, as though not quite sure how or when he'd gotten there. He smiled, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. "Matt?" His smile grew.

He glanced back to the stranger, giving a hesitant smile to him as well.
"Hello."

It took all the younger had in him to not pull Dori into his lap for a cuddle but with Allen here, cuddle time would be later. A hand went up to check the older's cheeks and forehead to see if he had caught a fever outside but a sigh of relief escaped Matt that the manager was a normal temperature. "All Matt. Here just for Dorimouse."

Glancing to Allen, the larger smiled a bit. "Inside would be good... Should find out where creepy girl put him to sleep at night." Matt felt stupid but he pulled Dori in for a warm hug, just happy he was alright. "Dorimouse, this is Allen. He's a new friend I made."

There's nothing hesitant about Allen's returning smile, warm and comforting but restrained just so to avoid seeming overly familiar.

"Hello sir, I'm glad you seem to be alright." Gray eyes were politely averted from the hug, but other than that, he simply waited for Matt to check the man over until they were all certain he's fine. "Matt's right, by the way. Have you seen a strange little girl around? She should've given you a number."

There's a careful tug on Dori's wrist as Allen stood, free hand hovering between the manager's shoulder and the precarious drop behind him.

Dori smiled softly, not understanding what all the fuss was about. He hugged Matt, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He flushed when Allen addressed him as 'sir', not certain he'd ever been called that before. He wasn't a sir. He was...Dori.

"A number?" He shuffled forwards at the tug, looking thoughtful, "904. I didn't understand. What's it for?"

Matt bit at his bottom lip a bit as his cheek was kissed. It felt nice but he had to remain in serious mode, lest he scare his new friend away with his loving on Dori. Poor boy already seemed uneasy enough.

"904... Top floor number four. It's Dori's home away from home. Has to live there while here before going back there." Allen would probably be confused by the circle talking but so long as Dori knew what Matt meant, things would be okay. With one careful movement, Matt got a better hold on the older man before getting to his feet, holding Dori tight as he did so. "Sleepy Dori gets a ride. If he's hurt it's better to check him inside."

Uneasy? It might come across as such, but it's just courtesy, really. Growing up in a circus and formative years spent with Cross had pretty much ruined any of Allen's innocence that wasn't the holy kind. As chaste as the kiss was, it did seem kind of special, and Allen's been brought up to be a young gentleman who respected these things, so he looked away again.

"Yes," he chimed in after Matt's explanation, stepping back so the keeper can help Dori down. "Everyone who got dragged to Nesreca is living here. You'll be quite safe with us."

"Cards bring us here?" he asked, looking around. It didn't look at all like Wonderland, or even Limerick, so where ever Nesreca was it must be far away. This Allen, he didn't look like anyone he'd ever met before. He was very interesting to look at, and he smiled at him, giving a nod.

He gave a small squeak of surprise as he was picked up, flushing. "Dori can walk," he protested weakly.

"No cards here. Just creepiness." Matt glanced around, shifting the older man in his arms a bit to get a better hold on Dori. "Hush. Might be hurt... Can't risk losing Dorimouse now or ever."

Grey-brown eyes shifted to Allen and a look of concentration seemed to grace the larger's features. "Should we get Dorimouse to his room or bring him to mine where I have supplies... Just in case he needs something?"

It looked like Matt could manage on his own, so Allen just stayed out of the way for now, though never more than a few paces away. Holding the door open with a smile and nod back at Dori, he considered Matt's question briefly before offering a shrug and sideways tilt of his head.

"Either's fine, but..." A pause as he gave Dori a concerned frown. It was strange how lethargic the man looked."...your room sounds like a better idea. Might do him good to have a familiar face around."

"Not hurt, just-" he paused to yawn "-sleepy. Have pills. Somewhere..." He frowned, trying to pat himself down before hearing the familiar rattle of his pill bottle. Matt was always so concerned about him, it was still start for the little mouse, after so many years living with Maddock.

"Dorimouse's room is closer but... Don't know the shape it's in." Matt headed inside as Allen opened the door for him, mindful to not knock the older into anything while he walked. Glancing about, the shop keeper tried to figure out which place would be best to take Dori. "Which pills? Are they the icky ones?"

Allen shut the door behind them and darted ahead, just so he would be a few steps lower, and if anyone came tumbling down... Well. He was sure he'd figure something out.

"Mine was... absolutely crummy when I moved in. If Mr Dori's room is anything like that, yours would probably be the better choice. Er, do you need help carrying him, by the way?"

"The awake ones," he said, fiddling with the cap, "Not icky."

"Dori doesn't....need carrying," he protested again, in a timid voice, "Really. Not hurt. Still walk. Promise."

It was stupid but... Matt bit at Dori's ear to get him to leave the bottle alone. There wasn't even anything for the older to take a pill with anyway and dry swallowing was gross. "Very icky. Can do bad things to Dori."

Tilting his head, the shop keeper looked to Aleen at the question. "Nope. Carry Dori around all the time." His gaze shifted back to the older man in his arms. "Hush hush. I want to carry Dorimouse right now."

Most of this exchange was flying over Allen's head, so he just kept walking and checking on the pair over his shoulder every now and then.

"Alright, but do let me know if you need help."

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