Goldilocks || [Sadik + Wez]

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The frame creaked and shifted. Clumsy paws creased the sheets and a warm tongue lapped at the tip of his nose. Sadik swatted at the air and rolled over onto his side. He cracked his eye open, glaring blearily at the much-too-bright alarm clock. Half past one he noted with a hint of irritation. “Oy, what do ye want...” Sadik grumbled, shoving Gyro off of the mattress. “It is'nae even mornin' yet, ye dumb mutt.” God damn it to hell. Did he forget to take some stupid pill again? Whatever it was he hoped it wouldn’t fuck him over. The rottweiler snorted and padded back and forth beside the bed restlessly. A low, throaty growl caught his attention. Gyro paused suddenly. Faint footsteps plodded a pathway outside of his room – or somewhere else, perhaps. He strained his ear. He couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. Gyro snarled, fur bristling on the back of his neck. Alarm, and a trace of anger, coursed through his blood like a fire. He tossed the covers off, swearing, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Stiffly, he sprang to his feet – fumbling around in the dark - and threw on a robe, ignored the aching in his bones. He charged blindly out of his room - and spotted the source.

“Bastard!” Sadik shouted. The figure froze. Someone was in his house. Scratch that. Some asshole had the fucking gall to break into his house. Sadik lunged for the intruder - but fell short. He gritted his teeth. He would be seeing red if he could see his bloody hand in front of his face right now. Anger broiled in his chest and he clenched his fist, nails digging trenches into his palms. “Gyro. Bring 'em here and don't let 'em go.” he whispered harshly. It didn't matter how they got in, but they sure as hell were not going to get out in one piece.

[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

Wez let out a loud squeak of fright as a dog leaped up from out of the dark and onto his chest, shoving him down to the floor with a violent thump that made his heart race and lungs scream for air. A thick accent rang out through the hallway and he started to breathe quick and shallow breaths, confusion written clearly across his face. Who was yelling?!

Some man had left a book at Carmen's cafe and he had wanted to return it, so he had asked the pretty Spanish woman about the customer and she had given the Kiwi the address. But by the time he had reached the house the man appeared to not be home, it was far out of his usual route back to the dingy little apartment so he decided to wait out on the front steps. Soon enough the once ominous dark clouds that had loomed off in the horizon on his walk over had swarmed in, and rain started to beat down onto the steps with fat drops as the temperature dropped drastically. He had shivered, pulling his arms into the sleeves of his sweater and hugging himself to try to stay warm. But the water soon soaked through that too, and he looked around for a safe place to stow the book so it wouldn't get wet. Maybe a window?

Whenever his mother cooked anything she often opened the window, the kitchen window was the most likely to be unlocked out of any other entrance to the house. Making sure the book was safe and dry under his shirt the Kiwi scampered around the house, peering in each and every window and giving a gentle little tug to be sure it wasn't open. Yet his mother was right as always, and once he reached the kitchen the window slit open without a hitch, the boy climbing in and closing it to keep the rain out. Hurriedly he had pulled the book from underneath his shirt and set it out on the counter, making sure for a second time that it was still nice and dry. Then...the dog had struck and...he...

For a moment his breath hitched and he could faintly see a figure out in the corner before white spots blurred his vision, and he panicked, a throbbing pain blossoming in the back of his head.