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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:44 am
Wesley smiled, approval apparent on his face, "That is a wise decision. You are more than welcome to do that. You will have to forgive me if I'm not always available, I can get to be very busy, but I will try to be a good host for you."
Wesley was honestly growing to like this boy already. He had a straight head on his shoulders, and many other good qualities to back that main one up.
"Other than a room, is there anything that you would require?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:47 am
Shivering slightly once more, Erol gave the man a sheepish grin. "Cloths would be nice." He chuckled softly not really worried as he was certain they were being washed and dried at the moment.
"But I can understand you're a busy man. I don't need to be babysat or anything. So long as I don't feel like I'm being ignored then I can manage on my own. Although, what would you have me do while staying here. I can't just sit on my a**." He said, wondering just what the man wanted from him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:02 am
"Of course!" Wesley gave a short laugh at Erol's first statement, "We won't neglect you. As far as contributing, I'm sure some of the ladies of the house will quickly find some chores for you to do if you're inclined to ask. If you're wanting to pay any rent, you can give whatever you feel is appropriate." He waved his hand dismissively at that thought though. Money was obviously not a concern of his, though he understood the need to feel involved, "Tolerate the children and their friends."
He considered Erol for a moment, realizing that wasn't at all what he was really asking. Wesley took in a breath, voice becoming a little more serious, "Return the favor to someone someday." He really was doing this because he thought it was the right thing to do, with very little other reason behind it.
Wesley just didn't have any need for gain to consider.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:56 pm
"Fine then." Erol responded just as seriously. He would return the favor, it was the very least he could offer in regards to Wesley's kindness. "I'm a little short on cash but I can do chores to carry my weight."
He fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "I have a band I play with. The man I was looking for was my manager, a good friend. I was hoping to check the local hospitals for any information on survivors. It doesn't matter the outcome, nothing will change but I have to know if he's okay or not. His name is Rayborn Clayton..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 2:36 am
"Of course." Wesley reached to take his cellphone from it's place on his belt, "Although, I'm afraid most of the lines will be jammed for now. More than likely, they haven't gotten around to really identifying anyone." He shook his head, "They're so slow about these things."
Wesley's suspicions proved to be correct at that time. So, instead, he gave Erol the number of the hospital, then led him to a guestroom he could stay in and left him with the number of the hospital. He stopped short of leaving Erol on his own, "Is there more you'll need?" He asked.
OOC:
I think this is ready to close soon? Unless you have more ideas?
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:43 pm
Erol shook his head, looking at the number Wesley had scribbled onto a piece of paper. "No. I think I can handle it from here." He said, sighing softly to himself. Wesley only nodded and left the room closing the door behind him.
Looking at the number, Erol couldn't bring himself to dial the numbers. So instead set the paper on the night stand next to the phone. He then lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything had happened so fast today.
Meeting Wesley and being swept away to locations unknown... he sighed eyeing the phone once more. He would call. He had to know. It would only worry him more if he didn't. But for the time being his mind had finally caught up with the rest of him. Fatigue kicked in and claimed the young man as he turned over on his side, dozing off little by little. The last thoughts were not of his friend by the mysterious man known only as Wesley.-e n d-
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