"GOOD MORNING,"

Paul gave a small smile to the boy who was currently sitting ontop of the kitchen counter. A cup of steaming hot chocolate was in his hands and he was wearing sweatpants that hid his legs.

"Good morning," He replied, taking in the apparent lack of school uniform. "I thought you had school?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy who seemed to acquire sunburn in three seconds flat.

"I'm sorry," He stuttered, blue bambi eyes going from Paul's face to the centre of the mug in his hands. "I-I just---"

"Needed to get away from me." Paul finished nonchalantly. "Ringo, I just don't hurt people with no reason."

"You have a reason to kill them?"

"Yeah," Paul rasped out. And his mother's words rang like church bells in his head.

Silence fell upon the two. Paul didn't mind it, having been used to scenes like these. Ringo shifted his seating on the counter, feeling impossibly awkward as he fidgeted with the cup in his hands.

"Can I ask you one question?" Ringo asked, breaking the silence.

"You already did." Paul chuckled emptily, taking a bite of half-burnt toast.

"So you truly had a bad experience with prostitutes?"

Paul shrugged, doe brown eyes going from Ringo's face to the half-bitten toast in his left hand, almost looking like a child guilty of stealing something behind their mother's back.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." Ringo mumbled, raising the brim of the cup to his lips.

"Can I ask you one question?"

Ringo bit his lip nervously, and Paul took note of his subtle little mannerisms he did.

"Go for it."

"Where's your mother?" Paul asked, licking his dry lips.

"Out somewhere at a family reunion." Ringo said casually, as if the mere nonexistence of his mother was some kind of routine he experienced everyday. Then again, having your seventeen year old son smoked meant two things; that this bambi-eyed boy was good at lying or that the mother could care less.

"And you didn't go?"

"I thought it was only one question?" Ringo raised an eyebrow, full lips quirked in what seemed like the smallest gesture of a teasing smirk.

"Just curious," Paul held his hands in faux defence.

"But seriously," Ringo's cup dissapeared from his hands and into the sink. "How long are you going to stay here?"

"To be honest?" The teen nodded. Paul sighed. "I don't know."

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