It wasn’t his nature to give a second thought or even consideration. Or so he told himself. The last thing he wanted to do in that instance was question why the hell he’d followed her out or continued to follow her. As far as Anton figured, he didn’t need any of this. He’d been perfectly fine with or without Calla in his life or anyone for that matter.
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Still, it had been a shitty thing to say. Even he knew that.
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Anton half expected her to throw a punch and, as he had said, he wouldn’t have done anything to stop her or even in retribution. It was simple like that, handle things with violence and then be done with it. Boy logic maybe, whatever.
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He stifled an agitated sigh, but not the eyeroll that followed. “Duckletts? Really?” Sounded stupid, but did he leave?? No, he did not. Unfortunately, his actions always spoke louder than his words. Even if he did a lot of incessant barking with very little biting.
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There was probably peace in places like this, but peace and quiet always made him twitchy. He fished out a stick of high-processed, even higher fructose sugary gum. It didn’t mingle well with the coffee still staining his teeth. “Didn’t realize you wanted a date. Are you planning romantic candle-light, Roth?”

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He wasn't about to give her an explanation about his reasoning because he didn't really know the why behind him standing there and trailing after her. She was a frost queen and sometimes a bit of bitch, but he liked that about her. She was tough on him and didn't let him get away with shit, which should have been an immediate aversion, but it wasn't. Not that he'd admit to it.
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So it was probably better off unsaid.
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"Yeah, I know." He muttered, looking away. A deep sigh. "If someone did that to me, I'd punch them in the face so... I guess you have the right to if you wanna." It wasn't like he'd stop her. People hit him for even less. At least he didn't blame her for it. It wasn't an elegant resolution, but it was the only way he knew to deal with things, through violence or other unnecessary actions (usually inappropriate and never recommended by your licensed physician).
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An eyebrow flicked up, surprised as she kept on walking. For now, Fern's latte could wait. He tucked his hands into his pockets, following alongside. "Where we goin?"


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+ calla roth [break]
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Was she making a joke? The corner of his lip hiked up. "If you can manage that, you're legs are so short." He was definitely going to get kicked in the kneecaps if he kept this up.
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Then, of course, he went too far. It wasn't even an uncommon transition even. It was as expected as rain on a cloudy day. Maybe even a welcomed event, then he could with only his own fucked up thoughts to keep him company. That was how he seemed to prefer it. Except that wasn't what happened. He didn't feel relief.
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It would have been a lot easier if he hadn't gone after her. There wasn't even an excuse for it, except he felt like shit in the spare second between making up his mind on what to do. It didn't dissipated, irritated when she refused to stop. Clearly she was just being dramatic, but if this was what it took to calm her down then....
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SO yeah he followed her outside, dogged.
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"Yeah, maybe... I'm here, aren't I?" He held out his hands, the only evidence of his regret being the fact he was there enduring the mockery of having been affected by his own stupid mouth. He looked away from Calla then, hating the pathetic way his stomach twisted up with regret. The needling feeling of shame that didn't belong in someone like him. "Yeah well I guess that's me, always striving to sink lower. I'm practically fucking subterranean now." He sighed, knowing that there was so much comfort in being alone. Yet that hadn't felt very good, even for him. "If you still wanna go, I won't stop you or stalk you... that was a shitty joke too."


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It had been a long time since he'd felt something like nerves. It was public knowledge that Anton didn't take much of anything seriously enough to feel nervous. Maybe it was because the old guy he was stuck with gave him the heebie jeebies or there was some level of expectation levied on himself by some foolhardy sense of commitment to jayden cross that didn't make a lot of sense.
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The last thing he needed to do was open his mouth and say something stupid. It was better that he didn't speak at all, knowing his long streak of getting pulverized by saying something stupid or insolent. Yet he just couldn't help himself. "So, you're to be my babysitter, old man?"
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Yeah, let's go ahead and taunt the bastard. Smart, real fucking smart.

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"You think I don't know how to evade the PD?" He grinned at that, though didn't actually know where she lived so it wasn't like he was actually making a threat. Anton had some standards and manners, actually. One of which didn't involve lingering around and haunting locations of girls that could punch him into next week. Or anyone for that matter. An older version of him, desperate and wrung-out, had done a lot of things he wasn't proud of but he was improving himself, somewhat.
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Yet not nearly enough, clearly.
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Anton didn't make friends and certainly didn't last in anyone's high regard for very long. It was a wonder that Calla had even put up with him for this long, for reasons he couldn't begin to fathom. Up until that point, when he'd gone too far. He knew it almost immediately, maybe even before she realized she was done with him.
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Way to fucking go, dipshit. Leave it to him to try and gate-keep hardship. Considering he'd spent most of his hard times high, he probably wasn't the one to preach to the crowd. Anything that might have qualified him was spent under a haze, hiding from pain he couldn't feel so long as he was feeling something else.
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An older version of him might have huffed, called her names as she stood up and walked away from him. Dogbreath whimpered, nose dragging across the ground after the mawile. Then regarded him as if he was the problem.
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He was the problem.
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He sat there, knowing he really needed to get back to work with fern delaney's insanely stupid drink. Instead, he forced himself up. "Wait, stop." There he was chasing after his own mistakes, what a little bitch. "I'm sorry, okay?" He said the words as if he were swallowing a mouthful of broken glass. "I'm a dick, are you really that surprised?"



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