Kiss me like they do in movies - David

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There was a word for what Twitch was feeling right now. It was a simple word. Bored. He stared down at his mistress as she slept, sitting with relative and practiced ease on the thin rail of the foot board. Why did humans have to sleep so much? Two hours had rolled by already and David still wasn't up yet. He sighed with a slight pout as he slinked off the foot board and crept to David's beside and leaned over her, watching her sleep.

“Charliiieeee. “ he whined in a soft whisper. It wasn't that he was trying to be quiet to keep her from waking. On the contrary, he very much wanted his mistress awake. He was being quiet to keep her parents from finding out he was there. Ten years, and he had been David's best kept secret. “Charliiieeee? Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie? How can you be tired? You did this twelve hours ago??” But David's only reply was a soft groan, rolling onto her side and shoving a pillow over her head.

Well, Twitch had to do something to occupy his time until his mistress decided to rouse. He had never really explored the house before. In the ten years he'd been her faithful marid, he'd never wandered far from her side unless instructed otherwise. She was asleep, so she wouldn't mind, right? He gave a mischievous grin as he slipped away from her bed and to the door and slipped out of her room.

He grinned at the dark hallway and tiptoed down the way, over exaggerating his steps, lifting his knees nearly to his chest as he stepped down the hall, like some goofy villain from a child’s Saturday morning cartoon show. He paused long enough to catch sight of himself in the long hallway mirror and he tilted his head at his reflection. “Well, hello, handsome” he beamed as he pressed himself up against the mirror, leaving a rather obvious body print. Twitch wasn't exactly wearing much. He hated the restrictiveness of clothing. It interrupted his.. 'flow', as he liked to call it. But so that he wasn't running about naked, Twitch at least wore a very baggy light blue pair of harem style pants that hung low on his hips.

He winked at his reflection before moving down the stairs that lead into the main living area. It was there he smelled something. Roasted garlic chicken. He wandered dreamily into the kitchen and tried to locate the source of the smell. It seemed to be coming from a large white box that was emitting a strange low electrical hum. With wide brown eyes, he pressed his fingers against the cool smooth surface and licked it, curiously “What are you, then?”

His fingers poked and explored the strange contraption until his fingers looped into the handle. Well, where there was a handle, something was meant to be pulled. He swung the door of the fridge open and squeaked in surprise as he was nearly blinded. He fell to his knees bowing before the radiant splendor, before hazarding a glance upward. It was glorious. “Eat-able things!” he chirped as he hopped back up to his feet.

He closed the door and giggled. “Let there be light!” and swung it open again. He found the bit of chicken and took the whole roasted bird and carried his prize over to the bar stool and began to bite into it.

Little did Twitch know that his antics had woke David's parents.

The footballer human crept down the stairs, cricket bat in hand as he came down the stairs and found the intruder in the kitchen. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing here??” Twitch looked up at the muscular human and grinned, taking another bite of the cold chicken. “Hellooooo~” he beamed as he tilted his head at him, casually continuing to eat. Charlie's step dad angrily repeated his question and Twitch chuckled. “Isn't obvious? I'm eating.” he chirped, stuffing his mouth with another bite.

The human didn't seem too impressed by his answer, and went to swing the bat at him. Twitch squeaked as he ducked away, hopping up onto the counter, the roast chicken dangling from his mouth like a lion with a fresh kill. The commotion had also woke up David's mother and.. no doubt, his mistress. He pouted, realizing that his Charlie was probably not going to be too pleased with him.

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David Callahan did not, in fact, wake up from the sudden noise. Rather, she woke up from the sudden lack of noise. A few minutes after Twitch crept out of her room, she felt the silence acutely. She groaned and sat up, blinking into the darkness. Where had Twitch gone? He had just been harassing her to wake up. She looked under her blankets and, not seeing the familiar Marid (or a snake), she looked under her bed, hanging off it precariously.

Nothing. She rolled off the bed with a light thump. "Twitch?" she whispered, looking in her closet and under her desk. Where the hell had he gone? He never left her room! "Twitch, you idiot!" she whisper-shouted, digging around in her hamper just in case the snake had curled himself up in there. He had done stranger things to get warm, after all. She sighed, realizing that her quest to find him was futile.

"Stupid wet dog," she groused, grabbing a tank-top and a pair of boxers. Her hair was a mess, but it wasn't like that was anything new. She opened the door to her room slowly, shivering. Oh, she was going to drown him. She had been so nice and comfortable under her blankets... and why on Earth would he go adventuring around the house, anyway?! Didn't he know that her parents had no idea that she was harboring a quadrillion year old entity?!

The door to her parents' room was already open. She groaned and hit her forehead with her palm. She could already tell that Michael the Footballer had made his move. Her mother crept out of the door. "David, honey," Lucille said, grabbing David's arm. "Michael says there's someone downstairs. He told us to stay up here."

"No!" David whispered fiercely. "I mean, uh, come on. What if Michael needs some help? I can take some dirty old geezer," she insisted, tugging her mother along. She glanced at the mirror and saw a body print. Stupid, stupid wet dog. He had no idea how much she was going to get in trouble for this. She huffed and bit her lip, hurrying down the stairs with her mother in tow.

"I have my phone! I'll call the police!" Lucille declared.

"--Yeah, I got that, you wise-ass!" Michael was saying. David winced and knocked the phone out of her mother's hand 'on accident'. What the hell had been Twitch been saying to Michael? "Listen here, you ponce, why are you eating our food?"

She heard the crack of a cricket bat against the counter. "Woah! Michael, stop!" she yelled, jumping on her step-father's back and wrestling the bat away from him. He stumbled under her weight and let go of the bat. "He's, uh, just a hobo! Yeah! And hobos have to eat, too, y'know! You can't just go around smashing people's heads in!"

"I can if they're in my house!" Michael said irritably. "At one in the morning."

"David Charles Callahan." Lucille's voice was flat and David bristled, craning her head slowly to look at her mother. "You know this boy?" she demanded. "You knock my phone out of my hand, you jump on Mickey's back..." She crossed her arms. "You know you aren't supposed to have company over."

"He ain't company!" David said, flustered, scrambling off of Michael's back. "I mean, he ain't that kinda company. He's just--"

"You DO know him?!" Michael asked.

David giggled nervously. "Uh... well, I mean, maybe just a little," she said.

"Please tell me he's not actually a hobo."

"How long has he been here, David?"

"And why didn't he just say he knew you?"

David glared at Twitch, flustered by the barrage of questions. "His name is Halil... and he's, uh... my friend..."

"...Really? With him?" Michael asked skeptically.

"Are you pregnant?"

"No! I'm not pregnant!" David squeaked. "What would.. no! We're just... and... no!"

"Why is your boyfriend eating our chicken?"

"He's not..." David protested weakly, then slumped into a kitchen chair. "Why are you eating our chicken?"

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"--Yeah, I got that, you wise-ass! Listen here, you ponce, why are you eating our food?" 

Twitch tilted his head innocently at the furious human “You should really calm down, you know. Heightened levels of Cortisol in the system are bad for you” He nodded matter-of-factly. “You should have an apple.. You know.. An apple a day kee- WOAH!! Easy there, big guy!!” he yelped as he ducked, narrowly missing the bat that came at him. He could feel his hair flutter from his shoulder as the wind of his swing grazed him. Twitch was fast enough to easily dance circles around David's step dad, but that didn't mean he was keen on the idea of having a cricket bat cracked against his skull.

"Woah! Michael, stop!” his mistress made a daring leap onto the footballer's back to wrestle the bat away. Twitch was failing to see what all the fuss was about and he sat cross-legged on the counter and placed his elbow on his knee, setting his chin in his hand. He pouted rather pathetically when his Charlie claimed that was was just some hobo. “You can't just go around smashing people's heads in!"

"I can if they're in my house!" Michael said irritably. "At one in the morning."

“Twelve fifty-six” Twitch innocently corrected as he tilted his head. If 'one in the morning' was a bad time to be a guest in the house, he wanted to point out that it clearly wasn't one just yet.

"David Charles Callahan." The motherly parental unit's voice broke through the confusion like a crack of doom and Twitch flailed in shock and toppled from his perch on the counter. "You know this boy?" Twitch poked his head back over the counter, keeping himself slightly crouched, bright brown eyes looking at the woman. "You knock my phone out of my hand, you jump on Mickey's back. You know you aren't supposed to have company over."

“Well, Teeeeechnically I'm her-”

"He ain't company!" his mistress interrupted. He pouted again and shrunk a bit behind the counter. "I mean, he ain't that kinda company. He's just--"

The three of them argued over him for a few moments, and Twitched offered David a sheepish and apologetic smile. He didn't mean to get her into trouble. He took another bite of the chicken meekly as there was a sudden barrage of questions being rapidly fired at his mistress.

"How long has he been here, David?" “Ten Years” Twitch replied meekly, not exactly loud enough for them to hear him but.. well.. it was the truth.

"And why didn't he just say he knew you?" “You didn't ask, you know.. You only asked what I was doing and I perfectly honestly answered. Really, if you want to know these things, you really should speak up.” he answered, a bit more boldly, trying to come to his mistress' defense.

David glared at Twitch, flustered by the barrage of questions. "His name is Halil... and he's, uh... my friend..."

"...Really? With him?" Michael asked skeptically. Twtich bristled slightly, not realizing that his eyes had flickered a pale shade of blue, something he only did when annoyed or when protecting Charlie. “Why?! What's wrong with me??!”

"Are you pregnant?" her mother asked and Twitch's interest suddenly perked, a mischievous smile spreading on his lips "No! I'm not pregnant!” his poor mistress squealed, sounding quite distressed. Did she want to be pregnant? He wasn't sure what that even meant. "What would.. no! We're just... and... no!"

“I could fix that, you know!” he cheerfully chimed in, finally coming to a stand from his hiding place behind the counter, oblivious that he sounded as though he was offering to fornicate with his mistress.

"Why is your boyfriend eating our chicken?" Twitch tilted his head at the odd word. Boy friend.. Well, that was certainly a very bland and generic thing to call him. He most certainly wasn't a 'Boy'.. he technically wasn't even male. “Hmph!”

"He's not..." David protested weakly, then slumped into a kitchen chair. "Why are you eating our chicken?"

Twitched blinked innocently down at the roasted bird on the counter and looked back up at the very disgruntled family before sneaking another bite of it. “Am... I not supposed to?” He held up the chicken by the wings and made it stand on the counter, doing a funny little dance on it's stubby little roasted legs before looking back at his quite unamused mistress. “Sorry, Charlie” he replied, handing his head and pouting. This probably meant that he had to sleep outside, tonight.. probably for even the rest of the week.

“I can always get another chicken, if you're that upset”

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David stared in horror at Twitch. She knew that he wasn’t the politest of idiots on the best of days, and he was a foolish wet dog on the worst. Still, she had rather hoped that she had rubbed off enough social conventions on him to realize that you did not speak back to a crazy man with a cricket bat. And still, as much faith as she had in Twitch’s intelligence, he just didn’t stop. She wrapped her legs around Michael, trying to swat the bat out of his hands.

Oh, Twitch was going to be lucky if all that happened was a cricket bat being smashed against his skull. Because if she got out of this alive, Twitch was not going to want to see what she was going to do to him. She glared at him from over Michael’s shoulder, mouthing vicious threats at him as she struggled to stay latched to her step-father. Her mother’s voice distracted her from her steady stream of silent curses in the Marid’s direction.

Twitch fell off the counter and David silently wished that a hole would open up beneath her and she would be spontaneously swallowed by the Earth. She looked expectantly over to Twitch, but it seemed the Marid didn’t hear the silent plea. Her mother, while normally a fairly pleasant woman, was not to be crossed when tired. Or when she had been lied to. And right now, she was both. David gulped and let go of Michael.

As she heard Twitch open his damn mouth, David burst forward, declaring that he wasn’t company. She glared at him, giving him her best ‘shut the hell up or I will pour a salt mine down your throat, you idiot wet dog’ face. This was not going over well, and Twitch kept popping up with little jabs and comments that were not helping! Was he trying to get her murdered? Her parents were going to kill her!

This is the price of curiosity. She casted another glare to Twitch, shaking her head when he offered her an apologetic smile. Oh, no. Oh, no. He was sleeping in the doghouse for this one. And they didn’t have a dog house. Hazel eyes narrowed as the idiot took another bite of the chicken. Did he have no common sense? Was all that intelligence missing tonight? Did he have a death wish? Did he secretly want out of the contract bad enough to have her killed?

“Ten years,” Twitch answered oh-so-helpfully.

David’s mouth opened and a small squeak emitted. She could tell that Twitch had been trying to be quiet, but unfortunately... her mother had, well, mother hearing. “Excuse me?” Lucille shrieked. “I am not in the mood for this, David! Get your friend out of this house and we will--”

She shook her head stubbornly. She was trying to introduce Twitch in the best manner possible, which was proving impossible as Twitch let out another sarcastic retort. “Do you honestly think you’re helping, Halil?!” David asked, exasperated. The name ‘Halil’ felt foreign to her. “Just...” she flapped her arms, exasperated.

“Why?! What’s wrong with me??!” Twitch demanded.

Michael raised an eyebrow at Twitch. “I didn’t expect her to date a prat... or a ponce,” he said, glaring at Twitch. David put her palm against her forehead, praying to whatever deity just happened to be listening that this was a hallucination.

“Don’t talk about Halil like that! He isn’t a prat! Who says ‘prat’ anymore, anyway?!” David demanded, poking Michael in the chest aggressively. “And so what if he’s a ponce? He’d be my ponce! So you keep your mouth shut!”

“I could fix that, you know!” Twitch volunteered. The color drained from David’s face as her best friend offered to impregnate her. No, no.... no no no no no no no no. She stared at him, and if her face had expressed utter horror only five minutes earlier, she looked as though someone had beaten a fluffy kitten to a bloody pulp with a dead baby and then shot her parents in front of her.

“WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?”

“Mom!”

Lucille lunged at the man, and David and Michael grabbed the woman, their feet dragging on the linoleum of the kitchen. “Mom! He was joking! Ahahaha! A joke! It was a joke! I’m not pregnant! He isn’t! He isn’t my boyfriend! No pregnancy here!”

“But he’s certainly willing to fix that for you!” Lucille shouted, grabbing the napkin dispenser on the counter and flinging it at Twitch. The next object in reach was a porcelain mug that also went promptly flying at Twitch’s head. David grabbed her arms. “So you aren’t dating. What, do you two just have sex?”

“No! Mom! He’s just... no! We don’t have sex! I wouldn’t... I don’t...” David floundered, scratching her thighs instinctively. “We haven’t.”

His mother jerked away from both of them and gave Twitch a withering glare, the homicidal intent evident in her eyes slowly increasing as the Marid continued to run his mouth. David watched as Twitch made the chicken dance. “It’s not about the chicken, Tw-- Halil,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Okay, okay. Halil, keep your mouth shut.”

“Michael the Footballer, mom, this is Halil. He’s my best friend. And we aren’t dating,” she insisted, her cheeks red as Michael stared at her skeptically. Her mother didn’t move her gaze from Twitch, and David was positive that the woman hadn’t even blinked yet. “He’s just... staying with me... for a while. His... parents are out of town, and, uh...”

“Truth, David. Now.”

“Okay, fine. He’s my magical genie from pixieland and he’s been living here since I was six.”

“I said the truth,” Lucille snapped.

David floundered, staring at Twitch guiltily.

“They’re dating.”

“W-we aren’t!” David said, her voice cracking, and then winced. That was what happened when she lied... or when she got flustered, and she was pretty sure her parents weren’t going to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Lucille walked to Twitch, snatching the chicken away from him and throwing it rather violently into the waste bin. “If you touch my daughter and I find out... I know how to make murder look like an unfortunate accident,” she snarled.

“...What?!” David asked, pulling her mother away from Twitch. “Mum! Really, really, just stop--”

“Okay, Lucille, it’s time for bed,” Michael said, dragging Lucille away. Lucille glared at Twitch until Michael drug her around the corner, and then she began muttering curses and threats to Michael as she stomped up the stairs.

“Halil is staying downstairs, David!” her mother shouted. “You two do not share a bed, and I will be calling his parents in the morning, and the school, and possibly your father!”

David glared at Twitch, punching him in the shoulder. “Seriously, Twitch?!” she asked, whisper-shouting at him. “What the hell was that?”

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“If you touch my daughter and I find out... I know how to make murder look like an unfortunate accident,”

Twitch's brain was screaming 'don't smirk, don't smirk, don't smirk' as he tried to keep his face as stoic as possible. He knew he was in enough trouble with his mistress without instilling the rage of her mother as well. But he honestly found the concept of a human trying to kill him rather... adorable. He was sorely tempted to walk up to her and just grab the irate woman's cheeks and tell her just how precious she was when she was angry. Because, she really was. The furious eyes matched with flustered red cheeks? How cute was that?

“Okay, Lucille, it’s time for bed,” 

The footballer with the bat ended up having to drag to woman out of the kitchen and up the stairs and Twitch could feel that smirk trying to twitch onto his lips so he had to cover his mouth to hide it. As soon as David's mother was hauled around the corner, Twitch dropped his hand, unable to contain how amused he was by the irate woman's antics. As as if to add insult to the situation, he rather defiantly touched a finger to David's nose. There.. He 'touched' her.

“Halil is staying downstairs, David!” her mother shouted. “You two do not share a bed, and I will be calling his parents in the morning, and the school, and possibly your father!”

His eyes followed as Mike practically had to drag David's mother up the stairs. Once she was out of sight and out of ear shot, he let out a sigh of short lived relief when he felt David suddenly punch him in the arm. He let out a light yelp and looked down at her with a pathetic pout as he cradled his 'wounded' arm.

“Seriously, Twitch?! What the hell was that?”

“I believe that was called an 'introduction'... I think it when quite well don't you?” he grinned playfully at her. But when he noted the angry expression on her face, Twitch sighed and dropped the innocent playful fledgling act. He straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged slightly. “Well, we have a few options.. Let this play out... or.. I can alter a few memories. But.. messing with people's memories doesn't always work out.” He then smirked at her, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Look on the bright side, Charlie. At least they didn't find out what I was.”

“Don't sweat it, Charlie. Everything will be fine.”

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David smacked Twitch’s hand away from her nose irritably, punching him in the arm. “That was not an introduction!” she snapped quietly, her cheeks flushed angrily. “That was you being a smartass to my mother! Do you have any idea how long that woman holds a gruge? She’s still got her panties in a twist about a vase I broke when I was three!” David whisper-shouted, pacing across the kitchen, agitated. She knew they only had a few moments before Michael came back. She wasn’t going to be let off the hook that easily.

“I think it went quite well don’t you?”

If looks could kill, Twitch would have just swallowed the Dead Sea. The Marid sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. David tugged the ends on her hair, muttering gibberish under her breath. She stopped when Twitch went through a list of their possibilities. Let this play out? Please! Her mother would have her lynched! Her father would have Twitch... well, she didn’t know! And Dr Ryce? She had described Twitch in detail during their meetings, and Michael... gah! Why did Twitch need chicken anyway?

Twitch rested his hand on her shoulder after telling her that altering memories probably wouldn’t work either. “No,” she said, brushing off his hand. “They found out what you were. You stupid, arrogant, jerk of a wet dog!” she snapped, poking him in the chest fiercely with each word. “They’re going to make me get rid of you! Well, that isn’t going to happen! I’ll...” David picked up a knife from the wooden block on the island. “I’ll kill them!”

Well... okay, that might have been a little drastic. “Except then I’ll get thrown in jail and...” David put down the knife and grabbed Twitch’s hand, practically dragging him out of the door. She opened and closed it silently, locking it behind her. “We’ll run away! For now, anyway,” she said, tugging on her eyelashes. “And maybe then I can come back and they’ll be so glad to see me that they won’t remember you,” David reasoned. “That will work. It has to work. Right, Twitch?”

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“They’re going to make me get rid of you! Well, that isn’t going to happen! I’ll...”

Twitch curled his lips in a playful sneer as he glanced up the stairs. He would just love to see them try. Charlie was his mistress and no force in all the cosmos could take her from him. Especially not her parents. And he planned to keep it that way. A glint of steel reflected in the light and caught his eye. He tilted his head curiously as she gripped the cleaver in her hand with a panicked and determined gleam in her eyes. “Um.. Charlie? What are you-”

“I’ll kill them!”

His brow arched as he tried to hide a chuckle. Charlie was a lot of things but a killer wasn't one of them. He stepped up behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Now now, Charlie. Let's not be hasty.. “ he chuckled, drumming his fingers on her shoulders, letting her think it through.

“Except then I’ll get thrown in jail and...”

“And Humans make the most ungraceful mess of things when their innards become their outtards. It would be so bothersome trying to clean that up” he replied, perhaps a little too casually as he buffed his nails against his collarbone and lifted them to his dark blue eyes to inspect them. He then returned his gaze to Charlie and saw she was pulling her hair again. “Charlie... You'll go bald” he playfully reminded her, trying to distract her from her little OCD she had when stressed or frightened. “Perhaps We could -”

“We’ll run away! For now, anyway, And maybe then I can come back and they’ll be so glad to see me that they won’t remember you, That will work. It has to work. Right, Twitch?”

He chuckled softly as David grabbed his hands and dragged him outside. A smirked twitched onto his lips and he shook his head, his wavy black hair brushing his shoulders. She was now outside in a thin tank top and a pair of boxers. He pulled her into a hug, ignoring her current annoyance with him as he leaned down and dotted a kiss to her cheek to playfully point out to her. “Traipse through the streets of London in your undergarments? What a splendid notion! We shall cause a sensation for I shall dress to match!”

He smirked down at her, letting her take a moment to realize how little she was wearing before offering a casual wave of his hands. Pale lavender/blue energy crept over her body and coiled until clothing rested in their place. One of David's usual outfits. He glanced down at himself and pouted slightly. He hated wearing clothing. It restricted his movements. But it was only fair, he couldn't go waltzing around London in just a baggy pair of pants. He waved his hands and an over-sized black hoodie jacket was called into existence. But it's massive side caused the neck of the jacket to fall off one shoulder slightly. “Come on, Charlie.. Let's take a walk.. “

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David flailed in his grasp, making the hug as difficult as possible for the Marid. She pouted grumpily as he kissed her cheek and she wiped it off, annoyed. “Yes, traipse through London in my undergarments,” she repeated, folding her arms over her chest as she pulled away from the hug. “I don’t see what the big deal would be,” she grumbled. “It’s not like anyone’s going to care,” she pointed out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She jumped when the energy coiled around her body. “Twitch! That was cold! Warn a guy next time, will ya?” she whisper-shouted furiously, shivering. It felt like cold water had just been dumped on her. She huffed and bit the sleeves of her wrinkly green jacket. It was her favorite one, but her mother had tried to throw it away on several occasions claiming it made David look like a ragamuffin.

David bit her fingernails, staring at him as his jacket appeared on him. She could feel her anxieties settling – Twitch had a calming effect on her. She always suspected some sort of witchy genie magic that he was using to mess with her brain, but she never questioned him. Why look a gift horse in the mouth, right? She rubbed her arms and looked around. Under normal circumstances, a teenage girl might be wary of walking around London in the middle of the night.

But normal teenagers didn’t have Twitch.

“Come on, Charlie... Let’s take a walk...”

David took his hand and nodded, walking down the street. There was a small smile on her lips and she stepped on a crack and cackled mischievously. “Now that her back is broken she can’t punish us!” she cheered enthusiastically. “Where should we go? Hey!” She nudged him and grinned up at him. “Where do you come from? I mean... do you have a Daddy Twitch and a Mommy Twitch? Little Twitch-y siblings?”

“Can I meet them? I mean, you know pretty much everything about me but I don’t know anything about you!” David insisted, tugging at his arm and staring up at him with a pout. She wasn’t known for her pout, but David was hoping to tug a few heart strings anyway.

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“Now that her back is broken she can’t punish us!”

Twitch smirked as he glanced down at her. He was quite familiar with that little rhyme. For the longest time, before he realized it was just a childish figure of speech, he was quite horrified by the amount of people that would carelessly step on cracks in the walkway, condemning their mothers to a lifetime of agony and being paralyzed. Imagine his relief when he realizes that it was just a child's rhyme. “That'll show her, Charlie” he nodded eagerly.

“Where should we go?”

Twitch shrugged. He was perfectly content to go anywhere she led him. He was quite certain he would be willing to follow David to Hell and back with little to no complaint.. So long as she was safe, anyway. A smirk suddenly widened on his lips. “Why not Fiji? I hear it's nice, this time of year.” he glanced down at her with a soft expression as she began to inquire about his family. That soft smile turned into a very solemn and silent expression.

“Can I meet them? I mean, you know pretty much everything about me but I don’t know anything about you!”

Twitch realized how true that was. But then.. No one had ever asked him about his family before. His other masters had been so caught up in their own affairs and having their wishes granted that his own personal life never really became a topic for discussion.. “Well.. I don't have parents the same way you do. It's complicated, actually. I'm made of pure energy with water at more core.. That's what makes me a Marid. Most other jinn are made of Fire. I'm... One of the very few of my kind, and the oldest living Marid.” he replied softly. “And.. There used to be so many of us but.. There was a war.” and he trailed off.

“I actually have a fledgling of my own.. Or.. rather.. Your kind call them a 'Son'. Other than The Head of the Council, he is my only other immediate family.”

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David grinned and nodded, hanging onto his arm happily. “Why not Fiji!” she chirped enthusiastically. “Do you really mean it? We could jump over the broom!” she giggled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She couldn’t imagine getting married to anyone – much less her best friend. “What do they even speak in Fiji?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow up at him. “Fijian?” she asked. After all, Twitch knew everything, so he’d know what they spoke.

The smile on her face dropped slightly as Twitch frowned at her question. “Oh... I didn’t mean... to...” she let herself trail off, feeling embarrassed she’d asked about something that personal. Obviously Twitch wasn’t too fond of talking about his family, or surely he would have brought them up earlier. Maybe his family was all dead, and she had just brought up long-buried memories that was going to send her Djinn into some sort of shock. David’s lower lip wobbled and she threw her arms around Twitch in a tight hug.

She rested her chin on his chest as she stared up at him. “I knew that... I Googled what a Marid was once,” she informed him when he told her about having water at his core. “Some of the stuff was wrong though.” She tilted her head, pressing her ear to his chest. It was an odd thing not to hear a heart, but David had slept with him enough times to be used to it. She was curious about the war, but Twitch sounded subdued and.. well, she didn’t like hearing him sad.

“You have a son? Woah!” David enthused, taking a step away from him and ignoring what he said about some weird council head. “That’s so cool! I didn’t even know! What’s he like? Does he look like you? What’s his name? Who’s his mom? Where does he live? Let’s go visit him! That’s even a better idea than Fiji! You are a genius and I love you!” she chirped, flinging her arms around him again in a bear hug.

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“What do they even speak in Fiji?.. Fijian?”

He chuckled, plopping an arm on her shoulder, cracking a smirk. “English, Bau Fijian and Hindustani” he nodded and ruffled her hair. “So.. yes, they speak 'Fijian'.” he confirmed for her. “You've been paying attention in Geography? Or are you just super smart?” Sometimes, Twitch forgot that David wasn't a six year old gender confused tom boy...... She was a sixteen year old gender confused tom boy.

When she asked about his family, and he went quiet, her immediate apology made him smirk and chuckle as he returned the hug with a single arm. “Don't worry.. Maybe one day you can meet them, but now's not the best time.. You'd think after three thousand years, tensions between humans and The Jinn would have mulled over.. but.. I guess... cant blame most of them.” He then looked down at her awkwardly, suddenly realizing he'd never explained what had happened to his people. “Don't worry about it.. Story for another time”

He chuckled she David informed him that she had.. 'googled' him. The word sounded funny and he repeated it a few times letting it roll of his tongue, curiously. “Google.. google google google oogle moogle.” he chuckled as they walked onward. “This.. Google.. is it one of those.. magic computer box things?”

As the conversation progress, the topic of Blue came up and his mistress seemed completely in awe of him and began firing off questions at him at about a mile a second. “whoa whoa whoa! Charlie, I don't think it's a good idea.. I haven't seen him since he was about a thousand years old.” and charlie wrapped her arms tightly around him and me playfully changed the color of his skin an almost cartoonish blue as he puffed out his cheeks, pretending that he couldn't breathe, fighting to keep the smirk off his lips.

Once Charlie let him go he grinned at her and bowed like a humble knight before his queen. “Charlie.. Where would you like to venture forth to? The arcade? The Board Walk? OH! Pizza!! We should get some Pizza!” he exclaimed cheerfully. For a being that did not requite nourishment, he sure loved to eat. “And after Pizza, we should have a swim in the lake! You and me in the moonlight! Full moons are great for swimming!” He was diligently trying to deter her from wanting to go find Blue. He loved his fledgling in his own way, but he wasn't sure he was ready to see him again.

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“A thousand years?!” David asked, her mouth falling open slightly from shock. She couldn’t imagine not seeing her dad or mum for a week – much less a thousand years. “Are you serious?” she asked, although she knew that he was. Although Twitch was a jokester at best and a mischievous little demon at worst, he never lied. Not to her, anyway. “That’s crazy, Twitch! That’s precisely why we must go visit him! I think it’s time for a family reunion,” she said, lifting her chin in determination.

As his skin turned blue, David chuckled softly and hugged him tighter playfully, listening to the silence in his chest. “You’re my best friend,” she told him, letting him go. He bowed before her and she laughed. “Twitch, you’re so silly,” she snickered, pushing him back up and grabbing his hand. As he rattled off the possibilities of what they could do, she quirked an eyebrow at him. He seemed to be the sort of excited that parents were with toddlers when trying to distract their attention away from something.

‘Oh, little Susie? You hurt your knee? Oh look! There’s the ice cream truck! Ice creams truck are great! Let’s get ice cream!’ She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms suspiciously. “Wait a moment, you’re just trying to distract me from meeting your kid!” she said, looking positively scandalized. She huffed and turned her back on him. “No way! I won’t be distracted! Let’s meet your son, and then we can go out for pizza. And then we can swim! Maybe he can come along with us.”

She paused, tapping her lips thoughtfully. “Well, it is kind of late. Maybe we can do pizza and swimming tonight, but then tomorrow you have to let meet him. Please, Twitch?” she asked, putting her hands under her chin and staring up at him with an attempt at a pout. “You have to shake on it!”

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“You have to shake on it!”

His Charlie just wouldn't let this one go. He sighed softly and finally offered a smile, grasping her hand in a firm shake. “Alright, Charlie. We'll go see him. Just.. don't get your hopes up. He might not want to see us.” he gently warned her. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Blue again, but they hadn't parted on the best of terms. Actually, the more he thought about it.. They hadn't parted on any terms. He'd just... abandoned him. Twitch felt a stirring of guilt in his stomach, the more he thought about it.

Twitch pushed the feelings aside for now. What was important was keeping David safe and entertained as they went on their late night walk. He took in a deep breath, absolutely loving the damp night air. It was warm but it felt as though it had recently rained. His hair fizzed out with the humidity and smirked at David as her hair began to do the same. “So.. Where does one go for Pizza and swimming at One in the morning? Teach me your human ways, Oh wise and all knowing mistress!” he pleaded her playfully.

Any chance that Twitch had to boost her self confidence, he did it. There were things he knew in this world that he knew David could never fathom, but on the opposite side of that coin, David knew things about every day human life that were completely lost on Twitch. As wise and powerful as he was, he really did rely on his mistress for a lot.

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Despite his warnings for her not to get her hopes up, David’s hopes were firmly up. After all, who could stay mad at Twitch? David knew she certainly couldn’t, and she had tried it a few times. “Of course he wants to see you,” David admonished. “Even if my dad had left me, I’d want to see him. He can’t be that different than me.” All right, so he could but David didn’t think about it too hard. She looked up at him and studied him thoughtfully. Did he really just abandon his kid? Surely it hadn’t happened like that, he was just taking the blame. Twitch didn’t seem like he would just abandon anyone. Would he leave her?

David frowned. The possibility had honestly never occurred to her – she had told him many times it would be okay for him to leave, but she had never thought about what she would do if he did. Her grip tightened on him slightly as she listened to his question. “Well,” she said, sounding a bit unsure. “Oh, I know! We can go to my dad’s house! He’s always got those frozen pizzas, we can use his oven. And he’s got a pool! Pizza and swimming! Pizza while swimming!”

She grinned up at him cheerfully. “I shall teach you my humany ways, you silly water demon. Hey, Twitch? If you were a human and you had a magical genie man, what would you wish for?”

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“Well.... Oh, I know! We can go to my dad’s house! He’s always got those frozen pizzas, we can use his oven. And he’s got a pool! Pizza and swimming! Pizza while swimming!”

Twitch's blue eyes went with wild excitement and he grasped her by her cheeks, dancing in a circle with her before planning a kiss on her nose. "You truly are a genius! David Charles Callahan, Wisest human of the modern age with Pizza and Swimming!" he cackled happily standing over her. The scene looked like something from a corny romance flick as he held her cheeks. Twitch really had no concept of personal boundaries.

After all, he was Water. Water could conform to any shape to fit it's container, it clung to anything it touched, and given enough time, could rust iron and penetrate stone. If Halil 'Twitch' Khalid was nothing else, he was obnoxiously intimate and persistent.

“I shall teach you my humany ways, you silly water demon. Hey, Twitch? If you were a human and you had a magical genie man, what would you wish for?”

He took a step back finally and his fingers curled under his chin, his fingers tapping his lips as he pondered. A former master once asked him that. Sam.. the writer who liked calling him Sawyer. It probably wasn't as deep a question as his mistress had meant but, Twitch was taking it very seriously. He had seen how the granted wish of wealth could corrupt even the most well meaning heart. And you'd be surprised how many times he'd seen the "I wish for World Peace" wish backfire.

In the end, Twitch just let his lips twitch into that coy smirk he was infamous for and nodded. "Love.. Love is a many great and splendid thing. Poets and Dreamers sing of it's wonders and... Well. It's the one thing I don't think I've ever experienced. Yes.. I would wish to know this 'Love'."