We meet again.

[Dexter Adams]

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Days passed since the incident inside the abandoned cabin. Within hours of returning home that afternoon via a winged stranger, Dexter's grandparents had thoroughly interrogated and lectured him without a second thought. Hesitation was nonexistent when matters involved their troublesome grandson, especially when thoughts of breaking and entering crossed their minds. Several times, the redhead was forced to defend himself and explain the situation, however, his grandparents were beyond upset. Worry drove them to stick firmly to their beliefs, thus the bespectacled young man could hardly blame them for displaying vexed emotions. Thus to settle their concerned emotional states, Dexter stayed inside his room for days with little contact with the outside world. Yet, throughout those days, thoughts of his phone laying on the cabin's floor fluttered through his mind. Despite their wealthier status, the bespectacled man desired his original device to return to his possession, furthermore, his SD card would be useful for transferring over the information over should his phone be broken. Alas, leaving the house to retrieve the device would be difficult because of his grandparent's overprotective nature.

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Yet, fortune knocked on his doorstep since his uncle still required help with the duties of the company. When the redhead roused, he listened to the hustled steps of servants while his amber eyes locked directly onto the alarm clock stationed on his bedside table. Minutes were ticking by as Dexter remained motionless, waiting for the time to arrive where his family would leave for work. When the suitable time ticked onto the clock, the redhead slowly exited his bed, a hand pulling the curtain to the side. Contrast against the white snow was the black limousine heading down the streets, turning off to undoubtedly take his grandparents and uncle to the company building. Quickly, Dexter changed clothes into a pair of jeans and a red v-neck before tugging a sweater over his shoulders. He snatched the truck keys, exited the bedroom and hurried downstairs. He grabbed his black jacket before heading over to the old, red pickup truck once owned by his father. Despite the vehicle's age, it was well-maintained because of his father's admiration for mechanics. Servants were curious, a few wishing to stop him, but the redhead was quick to pull out of the garage and start driving.

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Yards were covered in snow, trampled from days passed since the snowfall which occurred the day he lost his cellphone. As Dexter drove down the streets, his amber eyes scanning the area around him while he headed towards Starlight Beach. Mentally, the bespectacled man steeled himself for the worse situation, which would be the return of the mysterious darkness. Shadow teleportation was a hasty way out of the situation, however, exhaustion would arrive with it. The circumstances could be dangerous, but Dexter never wanted to bother his grandparents with purchasing him a new phone. He did not deserve it, he hardly worked and practically did nothing to benefit the company at the present time. Eventually, Dexter pulled up to Starlight Beach and parked his vehicle by the sidewalk. Promptly, the redhead exited the vehicle and headed up the dirt path. Hands were shoved into the depths of his pocket as he accomplished the same walk he did days prior. Carefully, he navigated the area, searching for the strange cabin where his phone was abandoned. In the distance, his eyes caught a glimpse of the abandoned cabin the mysterious blond stranger flew them out of.

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Each step brought him closer to the damaged building, the altercation days prior still obvious to any passerby. Slowly, he approached, crossing the threshold with curious eyes searching for his precious phone. It would be a quick grab and go, nothing more, at least, Dexter had hoped. Upon crossing the doorway, the redhead's eyes widened before narrowing into an annoyed glare.

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"You've gotta be fucking kidding," he grumbled rather loudly, before pausing and noticing his phone. "HEY! THAT'S MINE!"

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From the threshold, Dexter could see the blond man who saved him, his cellphone clasped in the man's hand. The stranger managed to save him days ago, but the redhead was displeased to see him. While the individual rescued him, arguments were constant between them because of their interesting predicament. Eyes remained in a glare as the bespectacled man waited for the blond's response.

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[ If Nicolas hides, just ignore the last bit. <3  Also, love the thread!!!]

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Light filtered through the shattered window, a shallow carpet of snow coating the floor beneath the opening. Glass shards were haphazardly laying on the hardwood floor, idly waiting to potentially injure a passerby. These were no peculiar sights to the former criminal as he assessed area beyond the threshold, however, there were concerning ones. Footprints were obvious in the snow, even the ones in the small patch of snow. While the signs were concerning, anybody could have entered the building briefly before leaving. Thoughts were given to the person who attacked them, but the amount of darkness suggested there would be an emergency escape. With a gloved hand, he carefully cleared any jagged edges before stepping through. The man’s amber eyes fixated on the glass shards below to assure he would avoid slipping and gaining a wound. Once both feet were firmly planted on the inside, Dexter’s amber eyes searched the area further. Glass crunched loudly beneath his feet upon entry as he walked further into the building. He moved further into the cabin, the bespectacled man finding the peacefulness of the surroundings to be rather surprising.

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A voice echoed through the cabin, Dexter's body tensing as he jumped at the sudden voice. Instantly, he turned, stumbling a few steps further before his amber eyes noticed the blond he met a few days prior. He recovered quickly from the ailments of being startled, his breathing promptly regulating as a sigh of relief flowed through his lungs. While their initial interaction was complicated to say the least, the stranger was an improvement to the individual who attacked them. When the phone was tossed towards, Dexter frantically scrambled to grab his phone, narrowly grasping the device and holding it close. The redhead glanced at the device for a few moments before sliding it into his jacket pocket. Observations were evidently accomplished by the blond when he inquired about Dexter's lack of company.

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The redhead nodded as he answered, "Yeah... If there was still danger, I'm not about to drag someone else here..."

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Endangering those he cared about was never Dexter's intentions, especially for something silly like his cellphone. Furthermore, shadow teleportation was a fickle sub-power of his darkness manipulation. The unfortunate truth was that increasing the number of occupants escorting him would result in major side-effects should a hasty escape became necessary. Teleporting even two people resulted in harsh penalties for invoking an ability provided to him through genes. Teleportation exhausted Dexter beyond words, the repercussions forcing him to his knees while his body grasped for any air to enter his lung. The punishment for shadow teleportation in his case was similar to getting the wind knocked out of him after a physically grueling obstacle course. His body felt exhausted and sore, making movement impossible and his lungs burned while they screamed for air. Thus, the redhead held firm to his preference to come alone to avoid harsher side-effects. Quietly, the amber-eyed man stood in the cabin, a slight awkwardness holding his body language. Crossed arms closing him off while he nervously swayed and avoided eye contact.

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This was the individual who saw those vulnerable emotions, the things he wished to hide away from prying eyes; those tears for souls long lost. Somebody had viewed his tear-slicked face, which was the blond asshole who heroically rescued him from a malicious dark mist... Threatening for silence about the situation would be stupid, abysmal behaviour he would undoubtedly be reprimanded for.

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"Also... can you not tell anyone you saw me crying?" He mumbled out.

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Subtle red painted the rich man's cheeks, the blush allowing anybody to become aware of his embarrassment over the event. Amber eyes were kept downward, following the grooves between the wooden boards to avoid eye contact. Admittedly, Dexter despised asking for something of people, but unfortunately, options were limited if he wished to avoid teasing.

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[ It's all good! c: Also, YUS, I AM LEARNING HOW TO READ NICOLAS' MIND! lmao ]

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Embarrassment burned Dexter's cheeks as he refused to allow his amber eyes to gaze at the blond stranger's face. Displaying his sorrow was never the intention of days ago, the redhead battling the natural feelings manifested from losing his parents. The upset was understandable given the circumstances, but Dexter was nonetheless humiliated by his public display of sorrow... For the sake of his grandparents, he needed to access strength and assure them there was nothing to worry about, the prior days proving he needed to become better.

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The subtle crunch of snow signified the blond's movement as he spoke. Quickly, Dexter's attention was earned, his amber eyes locking on the stranger, listening to his words, initially confused until the switch was flicked. Irritation surged through his veins, the bespectacled redhead's hands clenching into fists as he glowered at the stranger. The asshole had the audacity to speak rotten and wear that stupid smug grin throughout his explanation! Unfortunately, the dirty blond's words were correct, however, Dexter already decided he would NEVER reveal that.

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The redhead's friend list decreased substantially after being abandoned with a cursed item and a jammed door! The allies he once labelled friends betraying him for their escape. The notion was an assumption, however, Dexter long held the concept of being a distraction for police while they scurried off.

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"Asshole," Dexter mumbled under his breath.

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After mumbling the single word, the redhead crossed his arms, amber eyes wandering elsewhere. The actions which occurred a few days ago was nothing Dexter was proud of. His grandparents almost got injured by a malicious, darkness-controlling villain had he failed to get into contact with the elders. Furthermore, he gave the blond fuel for obnoxious insults related to that particular day. Slowly, the redhead released an annoyed sigh focused more on himself opposed to the smug jerk who he believed was arrogant and pompous.

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Briefly, Dexter's eyes glanced over the walls, discovering the lack of damages to the beautiful cabin. He wished he found a safe location to teleport home instead of giving the blond reason to break in... The last thing the redhead needed was a new addition to his criminal record...

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[ OMG I LOVE NICOLAS! But Dexter is not a fan. XD Personally, he thinks Nicolas is an asshole. ]

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Admittedly, Dexter believed the dirty blond was an obnoxious, charmless prick. This sarcastic asshole was the demon who rescued him from a malicious dark mist... The entire prospect was nearly impossible for Dexter to believe! The redhead was under the assumption that the mysterious blond would at least possess some definition of respect but was hastily proven incorrect. He supposed somewhere beneath the stranger's distasteful attitude was a slight benevolence, or at least, enough heroics to rescue another individual from their possible demise.

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The redhead's gaze avoided the stranger's face, perhaps infuriated by how correct he was with the friendship comment. Truth surfaced in those words and Dexter despised hearing those words. The signs of anger were evident in his narrowed eyes locking on the lightly, snow-covered pieces of broken glass. Hands were clenched tightly, digging for a moment before releasing them as a disgruntled exhale escaped his nose. The bespectacled man was hardly a fighter, thus his reticule was nothing powerful in comparison to some individuals.

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A sarcastic comment escaped the dirty blond's mouth as a "farewell" of sorts. The redhead finally lifted his head as he crossed his arms and rolled his amber-coloured eyes.

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"Oh whatever! If you're going to leave, leave! I don't need to hear your stupid sarcasm!" Dexter snapped at the stranger.

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Quickly, Dexter turned on his heel, his eyes scanning the floor. Unfortunately, the manifested fury made it difficult for the redhead to properly focus. Nothing changed about the location, the same wooden, planked floors and plastic-wrapped furniture nearly undisturbed. Traces of snow covered the cabin's floor from their entrance days before, the outside cold allowing the snow to remain firm. The bespectacled man's attention was not fixated on the cabin necessarily, but rather the sounds around him. Similarly, Dexter wished to exit the cabin, however, he refused to follow the dirty blond outside.

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While they would undoubtedly part ways, Dexter was unwilling to spend any extra seconds with the obnoxious stranger! He remembered his grandmother's words after he returned, how she praised the mysterious stranger with demonic traits for bringing her darling son home. It was absolutely ridiculous! The dirty blond was an asshole without any consideration for the feelings of others! He failed to be the dashing hero his grandparents expected and were bound to be hoping for. The pair consistently assisted over Dexter attempting to meet the blond again, most likely because of their consistent meddling in his love life...

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Unfortunately, the redhead assumed he would be required to listen to those insisting words longer. It annoyed Dexter and made him regret admitting his romantic preferences... Quietly, the bespectacled man stood, cross-armed and waiting until he could potentially leave.

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[ XD Honestly, I wasn't sure how long the thread would be, to begin with since these two don't like one another. lmao ]

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