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"Typical, eh? Yeah, it's real typical to follow people around at night." She let it go after that though, just shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, we're good. I dunno about this bloke, though." She quickly gave him another angry kick to the head, muttering a few more curses under her breath. "Let's get the hell outta here, then, before he wakes his sorry arse up."

"Who says I was following you, I could have just happened to been going somewhere that was in the same direction you were going" he said.If she asked where, he would not answer.Sebastian crossed his arms, "kick him again, maybe he'll go into a coma" he said.Sebastian looked back at the girl.

"Still weird," she stated with a shrug, giving him a sneer and kicking the guy one last time. "How 'bout I kick you, you little weirdo..." With a sigh she shook her head and started walking again, looking down at the sidewalk she was pacing down. She was tired, she was in a bad mood, and she just wanted to get home. This was getting pretty messed up. She looked back once to see if Sebastian was following her again.

"You're almost like a puppy, you know that?"

Sebastian shrugged "not the first I've been called weird" he said.He smirked slightly, it wasent really noticeable though."Kick me and I'll punch you across the city.Girl or not." He said.He didn't follow her when she walked away.But he did watch her leave.Was he like a puppy, he didn't think so.Besides, if she thought a boy his age being out at this hour was odd, all he could say would be 'the orphanage his boring' (rather he lives alone or in an orphanage, just depends on the rp..)

(Doesnt matter, you can decide )

Bindi smirked at the idea. "You do that and I'll plant a shoe so far up your butt it'll come out your nose." She kept walking, anxious to get home now before anything else decided to follow her or attack her. She had had enough of that for one night.

"Name's Bindi," she called back once, stopping at the stop sign at the other end of the street once more and looking both ways.

"Good luck with that lady" Sebastian said.He looked across the street at her, "mines Sebastian" he said.Bindi, unique name in his case seeing as though he had never met any man, or women, named Bindi, she was the first.He would wait a moment more before continuing on his way, so he wouldn't be ought of as a stalking pervert again.
( orphanage)

"Sebastian, eh? Well, g'night, Sebastian," she called as she crossed the street and reached the safety of her neighborhood. It was only the next morning when she realized that she hadn't properly thanked him for possibly saving her life.

She was sitting at the coffee shop again later that day, nursing her cup and watching the people go by, wondering if she'd see that weird boy again. She hoped she did, so she could thank him before she forgot again, and she didn't want to walk home at night again after what had happened yesterday. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience and she didn't want to repeat it.

Keen brown eyes scanned her surroundings like a hawk, waiting and watching for the right person.

Once Bindi was out of sight, he started to walk towards 'home'.He never considered it his home though, he never would.He was trapped in that da**ed orphanage until he was 18.He sighed.Children and teens of all ages lived there, but it was quite the bore.He eventually made it t the orphanage and walked in.At first greeted by silence, that seemed like a good sign, but some things are to good to be true.A boy, way muscular then Sebastian walked over to him and grabbed his shirt collar, "do you know how much lies and risks I took to cover your as* for being out this late?" The guy asked him.Sebastian said nothing.The guy released Sebastian's shirt collar and said "next time, your on your own." Sebastian rolled his eyes and walked to his room.

The next day, Sebastian wanted to go out again, he just ascent 'play with the kids' kind.He walked through city, along the sidewalk, hood up, and hands in pockets.Avoiding the sunshine.He halfway walked past a coffee shop.He continued along his way.Bindi could recognize him by the hoodie.

The sharp brown eyes narrowed slightly, an eyebrow raised as she studied the hooded figure for a moment. Yep, that was him.

"Oi, weirdo, Sebastian, whatever you're called," she called to him, tilting her head slightly, crossing her arms again as she watched him walking past. "I don't think I ever thanked ya last night. So thanks, and I mean it."

Hearing his name he stopped and turned around and looked at whoever called his name.He remembered the girl he saw that was talking to him."No problem.." he said with that little Russian accent of his.

She uncrossed her long legs and stood up, quietly walking over to him. "Look, I owe ya a cuppa joe or somethin', at the very least, and don't you try refusing or I'm gonna slap you. I have the rest of the day off; you wanna go somewhere? It's on me."

This was one of the first times ever that Bindi had ever offered to repay someone, since she was normally too independent and headstrong to admit that she needed help. But she had come to her senses this morning, and figured she owed the kid that much.

Ah yes, so natural to slap a guy over coffee, if he rejected. Sebastian thought.Looks like he was stuck with a drink.However, he shook his head no on the second offer.Besides names, they were practically still strangers, but hey, maybe they could become friends over coffee or something.

"Alroight. Go get yerself somethin' and I'll pay for it." She nodded at the shop, looking down at her own coffee cup wistfully. "Might as well get myself somethin' too."

She propped the door open with her foot, gesturing him inside as she finished the last dregs of her previous cup. It was a little strange, buying someone she only met yesterday coffee, but you know, what the hell. Bindi didn't like being indebted to anyone and this was close enough a payment. It'd give her a chance to talk to him, at any rate, and figure out why he was out walking around in the middle of the night like a creeper in the first place.

He walked into the coffee shop.The smell of coffee greeting him.He did as told and went and ordered a coffee, nothing to cheap, cause cheap coffee tastes just plain out disgusting, but nothing to expensive either, seeing as though he didn't want her to pay a lot, just for his. If he had to explain, there would probably be some lies in there.
(Happy early birthday Lucy!)

(Thanks )

After a moment of thought, Bindi bought another one cup of coffee and forked over the cash, tucking her wallet back in her pocket and leaning back to wait for the drinks to be done.

"So where you from, anyways? I hear a spot o' Russian in yer voice," she stated, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "You from there or just yer parents or what?"

"Thanks" he said then began to wait for his coffee to get done."My parents were from Russia, yes" he said.Notice, he said 'were' instead of 'are'.He looked at her, then looked away, waiting patiently.

(BAH sorry I haven't replied lately xP)

Bindi nodded, her thoughts confirmed. She had noticed the 'were' although she chose not to go there; she knew that sometimes those kinds of things were touchy and she didn't want to piss this guy off. She had to try not to do that, at least- sometimes she did anyways, but it was by accident.

"Yeah, I was born an' raised in Australia, in case you couldn't already tell," she replied with a slight smirk. "Came here because of a job offer that fell through and now I'm stuck here. Kinda stinks, you know? Now I'm a waitress at a bloody Outback Steakhouse. Isn't that ironic? I'm considered a 'novelty' 'cause I'm actually Australian. Bloomin' lunatics."

He wouldnt get pissed over that, though he may get alittle sad, or upset.Rarely did people ask about his parents, for everyone outside of his family, his parents death was an anonymous cause."I hear Australia is a nice place, just hot." He smiled a bit."Ironic." He hid his expression to the term 'blood', oh the taste.Goodness.

She snorted, shaking her head. "It's definitely not for the weak of heart. It gets really hot down there, but it is a nice place to live. I miss it." She shrugged as she stepped forward and picked up their coffee, handing Sebastian his cup. "Thanks- anyways, I've heard the same 'bout Russia, only instead of being hot it's cold. Did you live there at all or were you born here?"

(Me: hot and cold?
Bindi: what I said...
Me: FIRST YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO YOU'RE IN THEN YOU'RE OUT YOU'RE UP THEN YOU'RE DOWN~
Bindi: OH BLOODY HELL)

(o.o at least I wasent the only one thinking that song)
He thanked her for the coffee again.He took a sip of his coffee, then continued to speak."I was born in Russia.I lived there for the first 3 years of my life, then we moved here." He said.