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"You said...nevermind," Finley shook his head and mindlessly played with his lip piercings. He found his way back to the counter and hopped up onto it, swinging his legs.

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He frowned, picked Lance up and started dragging him to the nearest sitting thing. The floor, propped up by the wall. He flipped open his cell, dialed 911, and reported an abuser.

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Finley watched him, head cocked to the side and hands braced behind him. He was careful to observe Kalian's facial expressions, gauging if he was alright or not.

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Kalian was not what you would call 'alright', but he was working with it. He cleaned up the blood on the wall, stared at the bruises forming on his neck from being choked. He sighed softly, turning to Finley, head tilted to the side just a little. "Why did you stay?" His voice was soft and almost scared.

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"He tried to kill you," Finley looked away, examining the wall decorations with feigned interest, "I may be mean, but I'm not heartless. Besides, you still owe me a date and a tattoo.."

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"We have the appointment tomorrow." He grinned. "And the date on Saturday." Though his grin was tired, sore. His body ached. The ocean would do him good. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to leave, so that way I don't have to deal with Sir a**h***. You want to come?"

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Finley nodded and wiggled his way off the counter, landing nimbly on his feet, "Sure."

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He opened the shop door for Finley, holding it open with a small smile playing on his lips.

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The smaller boy slipped outside, the sunlight warming his skin instantly. He glanced up at the sky, clear without a cloud in sight, and shielded his eyes. Perfect weather, but he knew that he couldn't waste anymore time with Kalian- he had other things to do.

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"I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled softly, thought didn't ask or make a move for a kiss. He started towards his car, getting in without unlocking it. He almost never locked his car.

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"Bye," His farewell was quiet and Finley started down the street, heading back to his family home. He'd see Kalian soon, the next day even.

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The next day started at four-thirty in the morning. Kalian was not pleased, and he dragged his coffee cup into the office. He was at the parlor by eleven o'clock - the statement had been given, his lawyer contacted and a restraining order filed - one for Kalian and one for Finley. It never hurts to be safe. Finley's appointment was at eleven-thirty and Kalian was just getting everything ready in the tattoo parlor half of the shop - paper, pencils, the works.

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Finley's day was not as early as Kalian's. He'd gotten up, dressed, bathed and eaten. He was not exactly a morning person, so no one, not even family bothered speaking with him when he got up. Once his body had come around to start the day, he made sure to change into loose fitting clothes and added a bit of makeup to his face. He tucked his keys, wallet, phone and some condoms (not that he had anything planned, but Finley was always ready for a surprise) into his bag and headed out. He didn't bother telling anyone where he was going.

He arrived at Kalian's shop, a little late as usual. Pushing open the shop door, he sipped on his pomegranate and berry smoothie as he walked inside.

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"Hey, Finley! Come to the second door on the right. That's the tattoo half!" Kalian called, expecting it was Finley. He was still busy setting everything up, adding a marker to the small cup of pencils he owned.

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"Okie dokie!" Finley called, lightly chewing on his straw. He wandered through the door and glanced around, bi-colored eyes searching for Kalian.

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Kalian was standing at his station, the first one you saw when you entered the tattoo half of the parlor. "Over here."

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Finley smirked and walked over to him, "Why hello there," he chirped, giving him a playful wink, "Come here often?"

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He laughed, grinned. It was no longer tired, but open and honest. "Every day, you?"

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"Mmm, no, I'm rather new to the place," He sipped at the smoothie and smiled around the straw, "But I like it, I could get used to it."

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"I'm pretty sure the owner has a bit of a thing for you. Shh, don't tell." He held a finger up to his lips and then sat down in his chair, gesturing for Finley to do the same.