Friday, December 17, 2010

2.4 Trust

“So what’s your gig then?” Atom tugged at the cuffs of his shirt and rotated his shoulders in the mirror, “Now that we’ve established that I have no idea what mine is.
“Babysitter.” Cajones blinked his eyes slowly in the mirror; Atom was obliged to blink back, it was rude not to having been given such a significant signal of trust.
Am I to trust you?” he asked.
“It’s just a word; a word that cannot contain its meaning” said Cajones, his yellow eyes growing as the pupils contracted, “One and a half syllables ( tru-th) to convey such a nuanced contract.
I am all you have at the moment.”
“And this suit” said Atom, turning to admire the seam in the back of his brown jacket.
Cajones licked his flank distractedly, a task leaving him unable to speak for the duration of his duty.
“You can trust me…” he said finally, “…just as far as I can see you”


Tom said...

if he only knew...

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: If only I knew ;]

Harlequin said...

i loved the two syllables ( tru-th) and the flank licking.... there are days when i wish i could resort to that tactic!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: I couldn't figure out whether it was one or two syllables but I concluded that two was more effective :)

JeffScape said...

And his balls. It's only fair, if Cajones is claiming his own.

Or is Atom a eunuch?