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Turtle huffed when his baby was taken again, staring at the other and grumbling a little more. "That's my baby. Be careful!" he grumbled and pulling off the backpack. He sighed heavily and set that aside before he began to pull his clothes off, not caring that the other was with him. He pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt then looked over at him. "Yes or no?"
 
"I am careful!" he argued, huffing back. "He's still alive, isn't he?" Mako stuck his tongue out and sat down with the baby cradled in his arms, happily sleeping. He looked up at the question and wrinkled his nose. "Well not together..." This man was gay, right? Did he have no fashion sense?? He asked that very question while sighing and pointing to the outfits that should be tried on.
 
Somehow, turtle had managed to find clothes and let the kid pay for them. Now, they were going back to the house, Hope happily sleeping away in the carseat and Turtle a little miserable in the passenger's side. He grumbled and leaned into the seat, eyes closing as he thought. Now he was all sorts of frustrated. He never liked shopping. There was a reason his wardrobe consisted of tee shirts and jeans even with Rune and Calder paying for his things. He just did not care about fashion.
 
Mako was happy as could be. Shopping was one of his favorite activities, especially when he got to play dress up with someone else. He looked over at the other male and pulled a face. "Stop being grumpy!" he complained, reaching over to poke at him. "You have pretty clothes now! You should be happy!" The pink haired male poked the other a little more as they pulled into the driveway. "Want to raid the fridge again?" Shopping always made him hungry.
 
Turtle shrugged his shoulders while he took Hope out from the car seat. He kissed the boy's head and then slid out of the car with a shrug of his shoulders. "I just do not like shopping." he stated before looking at Hope. "Yeah. Let me put him down in his crib, then we can." He turned and began to walk up the stairs so that he could put his son down.
 
"Well now you don't have to go shopping anymore!" he offered, ignoring the crankiness. "I know what size you wear and what style looks best so I can go shopping for both of us! Or Auntie Relic can make you stuff. Even if they're not dresses." The last part was grumbled a little as they walked into the house, Mako carrying the loads of bags that they'd acquired since Turtle had the baby. He entered his side of the house first, handing the credit card back to Tomias after putting his bags (nearly three quarters of the ones he was carrying) into his rooms. "Car needs gas. Be back later!"
 
Turtle shook his head a few times and then headed to his room with a soft sigh. His arms stretched above his head and he thought for a few moments. Maybe he would go find Archer for a little bit of fun before the man got too huge or anything. He tapped his chin a little before perking up and skipping to Ezekiel and Scorpi's room, knocking and poking his head in. "Hey. I'm gunna go out for a bit." He then popped the baby monitor in tehir room. "Watch Hope, kay thanks bye!" He then left before either could protest, rushing out and heading toward the school.
 
Archer was happy again. He wasn't going to get fat, which was the most important thing. The brunette was walking through the hallways now, admiring the bodies of the appropriate student body while trying to find the perfect room for his next lesson. He was surprised to run into Turtle (literally), and he grinned brightly. "I'm not gonna get fat!" he announced, quite proud of himself that he'd found a solution for that.
 
Turtle jumped back a few steps and looked at the man, brows furrowing as he did so. He stared at the man, eyes wandering over his form before back to his eyes. "Why not?" He asked, his heart already knowing the answer, but his mind needing to hear it.
 
Cocking his head to the side, Archer looked at the other male like he was crazy. "I went to the doctor!" he announced, just as proudly. "And he fixed it! Isn't that great! Now I won't have to buy ugly, fat clothes!" He reached forward and tugged Turtle towards him, bending his head to kiss the other male. "I bought some chocolate sauce..." he offered, waggling his eyebrows at the other and beginning to lead him back to his office.
 
Turtle froze and he instantly shoved the other away, hands balling into fists at his sides. "YOU DID WHAT!" He shouted, anger obvious at this point. He glared at the man and he stepped toward him. "You MURDERED my fucking child!? What gives you the right to do that without even ASKING me! Just because you were going to get FAT! that's the most STUPID reason I have ever heard in my whole fucking life! Maybe, just MAYBE, if your reasoning behind this was a little less selfish, I could have accepted it, but not wanting to get fat? FAT! For aesthetic purposes you KILLED my child. Fuck you, Archer! That's just low. And don't you EVER come near me. Ever." He hissed and then turned on his heel, tears streaking down his cheeks as he ran forward and rushed through the halls and out of the school, feet still taking him forward, just needing to go anywhere.
 
Looking after Turtle, Archer was highly confused. He wasn't going to get fat. That was a good thing! Why was he so upset? Archer tried to run after him, but he lost Turtle in the turns of the school. He didn't understand and he was actually a little hurt that the other was so upset and had yelled at him. "But...but I'm not going to get fat..." He pouted the entire way back to his rooms, upset.

It was hours later when Scorpius was getting worried. He poked his head into the living room where Ezekiel was sitting. "Have you heard from Turtle? He's usually back by now..."
 
Ezekiel looked up ad looked over at the other, shaking his head a few times. "No um... I thought he would still be out." Okay, really he lost track of time. Though, now that he looked up at the time, he realized, that maybe something was up. "Um we should call the school and see if he's there." He stated and then stood up from his seat to walk to him. "I'm a little worried, actually.." He had realized that the man was gone for longer than he normally was, especially now with Hope...

Turtle had run as fast as he could and as far. He finally wound up collapsing in a field, curled into a ball while he sobbed into his knees, not caring that he was staying in some strange place and not going home. He did not want to go back. He wanted to stay here and curl up and wither away. How could that man just get rid of the child without thinking? Because he was going to get fat?! That is the most ridiculous excuse he had ever thought of. He had a child. He 'got fat" and it was not even with someone he liked. Yet that awful man could just do that to his child without thinking!? He hated him. He hated him so much.
 
Licking the ice cream that he'd put into a cone for himself, Mako had made his way over to the other side of the house to look for Turtle. He wanted to see how the other male liked the new clothes. But he caught the tail end of a conversation and had flashes of images and conversation bombard him. He shook his head to try and make sense of it, but the two other people (who he'd yet to meet) were still talking. "Hey! Shut up a second!" It only took that long for the images to come in a more sensical pattern now, but that just worried him even more. "He's not at the school."

That was all Mako said before leaving the house and following his gut to a field. It was the wrong one, though. There were too many fields and he had to try a few to find the right one. The pink haired male rushed over (as fast as he could in heels and mud and grass) to where Turtle was, poking his shoulder a little because he didn't really know what else to do. "Are you alive?"
 
Turtle groaned and curled away, pulling his shirt collar up to try and cover his face. "Go away. I just want to die..." Yes, it was a little dramatic and eventually he would remember that he had Hope. He loved him, he truly did. He just was so angry right now that he could not stand to do anything else.
 
"Yeahhh... No." Sighing, he stood and bent down to lift the smaller male into his arms. "Your friends are worried. Your son will be up soon. And I rushed out of there like I was some murderer so I have to bring you back alive or Rune will skin me alive." They made it to the car, Mako stumbling only twice on the way, and he set Turtle into the passenger seat. A few more flashes came to him as he slid into the driver's seat, and Mako understood. "Just tell Rune," he offered. "He'll kill him."
 
Turtle curled up, knees to his chest and he pressed his face into his lap with a soft little sob. "I just want ... " He trailed off and pulled himself closer into a tighter ball. "I don't want the fucker dead... maybe just maimed. " He mumbled a few more things before turning away from him with a soft sob. "Why... Why'd he kill it! The kid didn't do anything! Just because... because he thought he would get FAT!?"
 
Mako had no other answers. He could see events, hear conversations. He couldn't read people's motives. "What did you see in him anyway?" he asked, surprised to know that Turtle had slept with such a dumb fuck. The drive back to the house was a bit painful for both of them, so it seemed longer than the ten minutes that it really was. Finally, though, they pulled up to the house. "Will...you be okay?"
 
Turtle snorted. "I saw a good fuck in him." He mumbled and sunk into the chair more while he watched the trees pass. "He was fun at the time... I hadn't realized he was such an asshole that was so fucking concerned over what he'd LOOK like." He grumbled some more, eyes closing as he pulled his knees closer to his form, biting his bottom lip a little more. "I don't know... I just don't know."
 
He reached over and squeezed Turtle's hand a little, wanting to comfort him. Mako didn't know Archer at all-he'd never met him-but he knew that the man sounded like a fucking idiot. "Just. I don't know. It happened for a reason. Maybe the kid was gonna be dumber than its mother...or something." What was he supposed to say?? With a sigh, the pink haired male just sighed and stopped talking. Instead, he got out of the car and moved around the other side to help Turtle out. "You have Hope. Focus on him?"
 
Turtle groaned as he began to move out of the car and toward the other. His arms wrapped around the other's hips and he hugged him tightly while he pressed his face into the crook of his neck. "You're right. I ... I have to be strong for him." He bit his bottom lip and pulled away to look down at him. "Will you help me? Just ... Stay for a bit. Make sure I don't get all pathetic?"
 
He awkwardly wrapped his arms around the smaller male. Mako wasn't really used to hugging. He wasn't a huggy person. But Turtle seemed to need to be hugged, and Mako was coming to like Turtle. The pink haired male shrugged a little, though. "But you have your friends, who are looking out the window to make sure you're okay, by the way. And Calder and Rune. What else could I do?"
 
He shrugged. "Not be fucking anyone to be distracted from giving me attention." He mumbled while leaning into the other's torso. He sighed and nuzzled into his side a little more. Arms wrapped around his waist and he sighed softly. "I just ... like your company. Sorry."
 
He shrugged again. "I don't mind. I just...don't understand fully is all I suppose." Mako squeezed the other a bit more and then lead him towards the house. "Go to your baby. I'll start dinner." He wasn't totally useless. Nikkos had taught him a lot in the kitchen, and in his spoiled child days, he had ordered they hire a private tutor to teach him to cook.
 
It took a few weeks for Turtle to truly feel better, but he soon got there. HE was smiling once again. Flirting with the delivery men and Mako, just enjoying himself quite a bit now. He was currently sitting in the living room, Hope passed out on his shoulder while he watched some random show, not quite sure what he had been watching, but it seemed interesting enough at the time.
 
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