A Glimpse of Light (Tino)

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Breathe in... Breathe out...

Breathe in... Breathe out...

Lovino trembled as he forced himself to follow what he told himself was the best thing to do. He felt and knew his old wounds opened from the battle, but couldn't afford much time to pay mind to them. As the blood oozed from them and dripped to the floor, he hissed softly in pain and squinted his eyes. The crowd roared as the obviously popular mutant grinned up to them, knowing he was getting a fine meal tonight, as Lovino lowered his head to his opponent just wanting some mercy. The battle was just no fair; it was clear that Lovino was only thrown into it to show off how powerful and merciless the other mutant could get. Really, they could have tossed in a stuffed animal and it would have been the same, except for the fact that stuffed animals just didn't bleed or try to run.

Pushing himself up slowly onto his blood-soaked paws, Lovino limped to his opponent, starving for the reward that was promised to the winner. He knew somewhere deep in him that there was no way he could win against the demon... But survial instincts told him to keep trying. His stomach ached with pain from the hunger and every inch of his body seemed to be battered with cuts and bruises. The bell had yet to ring, which meant he still had some chance to fight. As another wave blasted into the air with a loud crack, Lovino widened his eyes and found himself flung back onto the floor, leaving a long streak of blood coated on the floor, adding onto the collection of many stains that littered the arena from fights before this one. He yowled in pain as the crowd went wild, cheering on and claiming bets on the winner.

Lovino had no strength left. Hunger and pain have taken their toll on his weak body, making him unable to move. As he heard the bell ring to signal the match being finished, he dazed off to thinking of what happened to cause him to be in the arena in the first place. It was just because he hissed at a guard, if he remembered correctly... He hissed because they were cooing to him, making mocking meowing noises as if he was some animal that could be comforted by such dumb act. He hissed in annoyance, and the guard laughed, saying Lovino earned himself a ticket to a match in the arena for being disrespectful to the humans. At that time, he just glared at the smelly guard, but didn't think much of it other than happy that the man had left him alone at that time afterwards. Now he was suffering for his actions. With a pathetic mewl, Lovino curled up painfully as he laid on his side, his body shaking with fear and pain.

He heard the other mutant escorted out, never caring to ask the other for his name. He didn't care, honestly. He was going to get a nice meal as Lovino was going to be starving in this freezing night again, most likely leaving more blood on his sheets on his poor excuse of a bed while doing so. He heard some guards yelling in Russian, making him just close his eyes and lay motionless in a puddle of his own blood. He never bothered to learn the language, so he wasn't sure what they were saying, so decided to not even try to focus or try to translate it. It was just one guard yelling to another, so he didn't find much involvement for himself, anyway.

Wincing softly and hissing as the biggest cut on his shoulder stung, Lovino flattened his ears to block out the noise and rested on the floor, not caring the blood was matting his fur in the process. If he remembered correctly... A guard would soon carry him back to his cell soon, anyway.

Word Count: 663

Tags: Tino

Notes: That was painful to write omg.

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

So… this was the arena.

It reminded Tino of the ‘underground’, or behind-the-scenes’ fighting rings that he had been in before. In fact, there wasn’t much difference between those and the one here, aside from the fightees having inhuman abilities. The similarities were uncanny though; the ring of spectators, cheering and howling for gore and bloodshed, while two ‘dogs’ were sent in to rip each other apart. Tino wandered behind the scenes, lost in thought.

There really weren’t many differences between then and now. Others would argue, and snap at Tino for even suggesting that human fighting rings compared to the brawls duked out here… but, they did. Underground fight clubs were often the site of death, where there often wasn’t an official keeping participants from being beaten to unconsciousness. As for the freedom of the fighters, it didn’t vary much more than here. Pinned by the safety or financial security of themselves or their families, they were forced into that sort of lifestyle. Tino himself had been in a fight gang at one point, even if it were only to spy. He had fought in a ring before, and he knew it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. He made many enemies that day, as most thought his stature would instantly discredit any chance of winning. He idly wondered if guards would ever be pitted against mutants. Probably not, and even then, he didn’t want to expose his talents.

He sighed, hearing the roar of the arena. Something worth feverishly screaming about was happening, and he wondered as to what it was. He was specifically in charge of lining up other mutants for their respected fights, as well as escorting the others out. Some came out bruised and battered, others far worse. Like Mathias had said, not all fights were fair. He discovered that quickly when he had to escort a barely conscious female to her cell. At the time, he was with another guard, so he could not linger to even ask if she recalled her own name. It was disgusting. And the government was confused as to why there was an organization dedicated to the freedom of these mutants? Morons.

Tino lined up the last pair, bidding them both luck with sad eyes. He knew these two, and by experience, he knew that this would be the ‘peak fight’. The last fight of the night was always between two strong adversaries. There would most certainly be bloodshed between the two. Wiping his brow, he slinked off to peer through the gate in which the mutants entered, and exited when they were finished.

Tino’s hardened heart was what stopped him from rushing into the ring in that moment to stop the fight. A cat. A mutant that transformed into a goddamn cat was in a fighting ring. How was that even remotely entertaining? It resembled animal abuse more than it did an actual matchup, and Tino could feel his face heat up with anger as temptation lured Tino into entering and taking over the fight himself. All that the ‘battle’ consisted of was one mutant tossing and striking the cat as it attempted to flee or skirt away. There were no withdrawals in these sorts of rings though, as Tino watched the creature reduced from a brown and white cat to a mass of bloodstained and matted fur. He clenched his jaw before the bell finally rang, signalling the end to the fight. Tino opened the gate, moving out as a few other guards followed. The ring had to be ‘cleaned’ or at least reset, before the next match, and Tino wasn’t entirely sure if the cat-mutant would be able to stand, never the less actually walk. He knew of this mutant, though direct contact hadn’t been made aside from schedules meals, but Lovino Vargas had always been aggressive and spiteful towards any conversation or comments Tino had to offer.

Vargas, Lovino. Age 23. Mutation: Shapeshifter. Records show mutant is only able to retain the form of a domesticated cat or human. Shows enhanced vision, climbing, and jumping abilities. Poorly acclimated to fighting. Combat: Avoid short distances. Taser and/or mace to subdue. Hazard rating: Low, but potential for escape is high.

“Карлик, вы можете взять его обратно в камеру самостоятельно? Или вам нужен руку с этим?” // Dwarf, can you take it back to his cell by yourself? Or do you need a hand with that? Tino’s face flushed at the comment, while anger burned under his embarrassed exposure. Assholes, of course he could.

“Да. Должен ли я перевязать его раны?” // Yes. Should I bandage his injuries?

A round of laughter erupted from the guard with the mop. He flashed a sneer Tino’s way and shook his head as he spoke. “Не беспокойтесь. Приманка не стоит стремится к.” // Don’t bother. Bait's not worth tending to.

This rubbed Tino the wrong way as he nodded and approached the feline curled in its side, immersed in a small pool of its own blood. How was he supposed to even cart this creature off? If anything, it should have been tended to on the spot, but a boot to the ass made Tino sharply inhale and quickly scoop the feline up as gently as he could before he scurried out the door. He made a silent vow in the back of his mind to personally beat the shit out of any and all the guards that tormented him. And it is important to note that Tino’s vows almost never went unanswered.

Tino slipped almost silently into the hallway and walked with surprisingly quiet steps, purposefully walking with light and urgent feet. But he did not stop at cell #22. No, he continued down the extent of the hall and quickly slid into the staff bathroom, locking the door as he shut it behind him. With a single arm, he yanked the worn towel from the holder on the wall and laid it on the floor before he placed Lovino down as gently as he could. Tino’s uniform was covered in blood. He grimaced, but it didn’t hinder his mind or his actions as he yanked the first aid box from the wall, and another towel that he dampened with hot water. He kneeled down on the floor, violet eyes flicking across Lovino’s mangled form. He wasn’t even sure where he was cut, as the blood was coagulating and starting to harden. He’d have to gently wash him before he could clean the gashes.

Why was Tino going to such an extent for ‘bait’? It was simple really, and not Tino’s normal justification. Logically, Lovino was a nonthreatening mutant that had a visual appeal to wealthy aristocrats. He was valuable because he could be sold off to be some pampered pet, and his track record showed many attempts at escaping, but also a decent amount of bids. People liked the fact that he appeared to be an intelligent, domesticated pet that could be doted upon. If his attitude improved, he’d be a charm and would bring in money AND improve his life situation. How others missed this appeal was beyond Tino, but then again, most guards lacked anything beyond common sense.

That, and watching the little tyke get beaten like a child touched a personal nerve.

“It’s okay,” Tino said calmly as he brought the towel near the cat. “I just want to help you. I’m going to clean you up so you don’t get an infection.”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tin-Tin and Lovi, words: 1240, notes:Hopefully this is an okay response!
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

The cat flinched when he sensed a human kneeling down next to him as the Russian was continuously spoken. He recognized the voice of the one who was nearest to him as one of the newer guards, one he had become familiar with doing the dirty tasks of guard in the Underground, which included cleaning cells and feeding the mutants their scheduled meals, if any. He kept his eyes closed, not caring at the moment of which guard was going to be responsible for taking him back. They were all the same, anyway. It was just going to be a rough grab on the scruff of his neck and a toss into the cell, where he would be left in pain trying to ease himself into bed. From time to time he got a cellmate that insisted on cleaning his wounds, but at the moment that wasn't the case.

His expectation however was thrown off the loop of events however when he was gently lifted off the ground, making him wince for a whole different reason. It was more in a sense he was prepared to get carried by the rough hand, so when gently cradled, his body didn't know how to shift its weight into the hold. He found it difficult to stay tense, but his body refused to relax at the same time. As he was carried down the halls of the cells, he opened his eyes slightly to watch his cell get passed by, making his eyes widen slightly. Was he being moved again...? But he was just getting used to being in his cell alone... With a sigh, he decided to look ahead, though his almost-relaxed state was immediately destroyed when he noticed they didn't head to a cell, but to an unfamiliar room instead.

With a loud meow of protest, he winced when he tried to squirm about in the Finnish guard's hold. He trembled once he was placed on a towel on the floor, unable to coprehend what was happening around himself. The only thing that came to his mind as a slight idea was of what he remembered some of the stronger mutants suffered of when they misbehaved; being pulled roughly out their cells and coming back several hours later with gashes all over their bodies from whippings. Afraid of the thought, the cat mutant tried to stand on the towel, his shaking limbs unable to hold him up and making him collapse onto the worn out material once more with a yip. As the guard knelt down in front of him with a box in hand, Lovino managed to let out an almost silent hiss, trying to tell the other to keep away.

Never actually being one that was whipped by guards before, Lovino didn't know what to expect or how to react for it. He recieved several canings from his past owners, and had scars to prove it as well, but in the underground all his punishments were being quick and easy with a tazor or long and suffering with the fights in the arena. His heart raced in fear, beating wildly in his chest, as the guard seemed to ignore (or maybe not hear? Lovino wasn't sure) his warning hiss, and instead began to bring a towel towards him. The human spoke saying he was just trying to help him, but Lovino's mind was already filled with distrust, making him pull away slightly at first. It caused him to wince and flatten his ears fully in pain, but he didn't care. For all he knew, as soon as the towel touched him, he could be rubbed with some salt to be soaked into his wounds.

Pulling his lips back into a snarl, the cat let out one loud hiss, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to hide it with his desperate attempts to get Tino to move away, but when he didn't more quickly enough to his liking, immediately he opened his mouth and latched onto the man's hand with his fangs, puncturing them in deep into the skin. He kept his bite hard, making sure he was latched onto the male's bloodied hand well. He felt his fur bristled all over his body to the tip of his tail, and his body shook in fear, but he was not willing to risk getting hurt even further because some dumb human believed they had the right to torture him now after a big fight in the arena.

"Fuck you, human..." He hissed, glaring up to the guard, "Just take me back to my cell... I learned my freaking lesson, okay? Just... Leave me the fuck alone."

Word Count: 777

Tags: Tino

Notes: *chomps*

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Tino purposefully ignored the hissing and strained sounds emerging from the mutant as he prepped a towel and antiseptic supplies. Of course it would be scared and in pain; it was basically abused beyond ethical limits and, as Tino knew from the feeding lists, it wasn’t being fed a substantial amount. He’d try to help this one if he could. It suffered far more than some of the others.

Thus, to say Tino didn’t understand this mutant’s actions and feelings when he was bitten was incorrect. He knew damn well that this place was corrupt and horrible. However, that did not mean that Tino was amused or compassionate about having the tendons between his thumb and index finger punctured by needle-like teeth. He winced and ripped his hand back purposefully until the cat finally let go. He had unfortunately taken off his gloves of his Kevlar combination suit when wetting the towel, so bare skin was exposed and, as Tino half expected in the back of his mind, bitten.

The wound stung beyond superficial measure; it was not something that could be ignored like a simple scratch. It was to a useful part of his body. He was almost always using his hands and now he received a sharp pain every time he flexed or moved his thumb. Tino gently curled his digits into a lax fist, cradling is hand that was now dribbling blood through his fingers to drop and splatter on the cool tile. His stinging eyes glanced up at the bristling cat, looking pained as he bit his lip and held his position on the ground, holding back a pained grimace. Little did Lovino Vargas know that Tino’s temper was flaring up just about as much as the feline’s had.

‘Mongrel!’ Tino hissed bitterly to himself, trying to repress the urge to pluck it up harshly and pinch it’s jugular until it passed out so he could wrap it up and toss it in its cell, literally. The stupid sonofabitch actually bite him, and hard! The little ungrateful shit! He should have rightfully grabbed it by the scruff and threw it behind its bars, back where it belonged. ‘Temper temper… you are better than this Tino. Patience.’ He flicked his eyes down, but the bite mark was invisible in the welling blood. All he knew was that he had been bitten hard and he’d need to clean it well. Animals’ mouths were disgusting.

Still, he’d repress anger to the point where he refused to acknowledge it, but he would allow his annoyance to trickle through to his mind at least, where he’d stop himself from physically expressing anything beyond concern and compassion. Stupid mutant, he had full intentions of helping him and this was no ploy to injure him more. Learn his lesson? Yes, perhaps the cat had, but the cells were beyond filthy and it was by Tino’s sole compassion that Lovino would get treatment for grave wounds. That, and he figured it was his duty (Tino seldom did anything from the bottom of his heart unless it was repaid to his in some way, such as trust). Not only that, but if a mutant died from infection, it would bring about bad things and even more pressure from those wretched Fighters.

“Your injuries are severe…” Tino muttered quietly, still clutching his palm as he shifted his weight uncomfortably, looking nervous. “If I leave you, they might get worse. I just want to clean them. I promise… I’ll be as gentle as I can…”

Despite his words, he could still see the clear agitation and distrust in the feline. If he moved now, he’d just get bitten again. He hesitated for a moment before wiping his good hand on his pants before reaching into his pocket. Ever since his first meal shifts, he had bought boxes of various packaged foods that he could slip into his jacket and pockets. He had a 3 protein bars, 2 packages of dried fruit and a wrapped cookie. Perhaps food would lure this mutant into subjugation.

“If I give you this…” Tino said quietly, pulling one of the protein bars from his pocket. It was comprised mainly of nuts, raisins, granola and honey. “… will you allow me to tend to your injuries?”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tin-Tin and Lovi, words: 713, notes: bite me again and you will get tossed into your cell. 
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino refused to let go at first when the guard pulled away, letting his fangs sink deeper if anything. Only after a few good yanks did he finally let go, his fangs now red in color as they splayed with the human's blood's color. His lips were brought down from their snarling state once the bite had finished, the rough tongue running along the fangs to taste the bitter iron on them before he swallowed quietly. His eyes kept narrowed as he watched the stinging violet hues shift at him, full of what he assumed to be pain. This only caused the cat to glare back angrily. As the tip of his tail tapped at the towel under him, he watched cautiously.

Humans were just not something Lovino could bring himself to trust; espeially right after an arena fight. He was far from opening up or even willing to, either, just wanting to close up in his own imaginary shell and block the world out from himself. At times, he envied his brother for being able to just focus on one sense; in this case Lovino would have picked something that would be the least distracting and just take himself away from his current situation without actually moving. Digging his claws into the towel under him, Lovino studied the Finnish guard carefully, his eyes flickering with every move the other made. When he started hearing the man talk however, his ears perked up slightly, listening, hoping that the human would actually curse him out and tell him that he was going to be thrown back into his cell already. If anything, that would most likely calm Lovino down the most from the fear and anxiety that still pulsed through his veins.

Instead however, he was only told that his injuries were severe and that the human was attempting to clean them. Although this did cause the cat mutant to finally understand what was happening, it was no where near something that caused him to relax. Humans, for what Lovino knew, were known for their painful ways of 'cleaning'. When other mutants in the cells did this, they often just could only wipe the blood and bandage him with old rags; since no medicine was involved, they weren't as painful (though it indeed was much painful later if anything got infected, in which finally humans stepped in and applied medication). But humans' 'cleaning' was different. No, they involved something after the washing stage, where they either sprayed or put something on the wound, which usually was nothing near comfortable. Afraid of so, Lovino unsheathed his claws, ready to scratch if Tino were to step closer again, his eyes still showing clear distrust. As the man shifted in spot for something, Lovino pulled his lips back slightly again, flashing his fangs that were once again white towards him once more, threatening to bite.

When the human took something out from his pocket, Lovino quickly stood up, only to stumble back down in pain, a small hiss passing his body. It was as if the other had took out a gun or tazor, by how quickly he jumped up in alert. Instead however, his eyes caught sight of something packaged. Unsure of what it was, Lovino stared at it for a bit, before deciding to rely on other senses. As soon as the faint scent of food wavered in his sensitive nose, the cat mutant perked up, blinking slowly. He felt his mouth water, his stomach growling at the smell though he supressed it with a low animal-growl, making a weird mixed noise come from the feline.

When was the last time he ate...? It was at least a couple days ago... Maybe 3 or 4? Fresh tap water was available at all times, so he was so used to filling himself with that instead when his stomach clenched with hunger, especially when meal times rolled around and the cart passed by his cell as if it was invisible. Gulping slightly, the cat gave off a small mew, reaching his forepaw out towards the packaged protein bar, claws outstretched. He could easily take the food and just eat it, then bite if the human tried to touch him, right...?

Right.

"Food...?" The cat mewled like the starving kitten that he was, rolling over so that he was sitting up. "Give me it, human..."

Word Count: 730

Tags: Tino

Notes: owo ...Food.

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Stupid cat… Stupid, filthy goddamn cat. It didn’t even have enough sense to let go of him when it chomped onto his hand. He should have hit it in the soft part of its underbelly, good and hard so he could feel redemption when watching it cope with pain dealt by the other’s hand. And to boot, it ran its pink tongue over its lips as if it enjoyed the taste of Tino. It only made the best within pace even further. However, Tino was in full possession of a leash and he drew his anger back and swallowed in.

Nothing seeped through the surface as wide, hurt eyes stared the cat down. Neither of the two moved for a few tense moments, aside from the twitching of the tail from the cat. Tino only broke eye contact when he flicked his eyes down to the cut, looking worried over the nasty bite mark that cut into his fair skin. Red did look good on him though… and it was by no means the first time he had seen it pour out of his body. However, his face expressed alarm in the ugly looking bite. The blood made it look worse than it was, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t throb.

At the mention of cleaning his injuries, there was no sense of relaxation that overcame either of the two. In fact, if anything, the mutant looked even more agitated. Tino questioned this action: why was he being met with such hostility over the medical care? Shouldn’t the mutant be happy to be tended to? However, Tino wasn’t necessarily surprised by the response. Why should he be? So many mutants had little to no faith in the guard system and they were within reason. Tino saw how these things were handled. Tino patiently reminded himself that trust would take time and it would never be rewarded immediately. Most guards had no respect for any of the mutants and even enjoyed the power of putting themselves above the inmates. The system was corrupt, but then again, so was the world. So now Tino had a choice to make. If he moved now, he’d just be violently attacked again and hitting the cat back would be a poor way of gaining its faith. He’d definitely need to bring in an asset to assist his situation if he wanted Lovino Vargas to like him.

A hiss rippled through the air and while Tino concentrated on his peripheral vision, he continued to fish the package from his pocket. From what he could tell, the mutant attempted to move, but its condition was so poor that it couldn’t even stand. Tino mentally commanded the other to just take the help, but tolerance of their will was a must. Carefully he withdrew the package and he made damn sure it tore slightly when he removed it from his coat. Hopefully the scent would help win him over.

The hackles of the kitty relaxed, if only by a little margin. Ahhh, so food was the key with this one. There was an odd sort of noise that rose up from Lovino as his green eyes locked onto the food, not Tino. Was he that deprived that he no longer acknowledged Tino’s presence? Then a paw extended forward, as if to touch the granola bar. Ha, like Tino would give the other so simply. Or perhaps… for a change, he would.

“Food….? Give me it, human…”

Tino’s brow furrowed slightly as he retreated his arm away from the extended claws. Like hell he’d be so generous to such a rude soul. Demanding food like that? No mannerisms either. Tino had work to do, evidently. Luckily, he’d train this mutant like he trained everyone else.

“First off, I will give this to you, but saying please would be nice,” he said, tugging at the corners to completely open up the plastic wrapper. There were no tricks, no teasing, nothing. He simply set the wrapper down right in front of the cat’s mouth, but he was cautious to avoid its sharp teeth in case it tried to bite him again. Thankfully it didn’t, so he leaned back to his original position and continued to speak as he pulled a second bar from his pocket. He also had his other packaged goodies, but he’d hold them off for bribing if he needed.

“I have another one that I promise I will give you if you let me finish cleaning your injuries, but only if you let me help you. All I’m going to do is wash them as gently as I can before I put a methylsalicylate on your gashes. lt will help with the pain and keep out an infection. That’s all I want to do, I promise.”


Tino paused, before deciding to add a little more to his monologue. “And... my name is Tino, not human.”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tin-Tin and Lovi, words:818, notes: Here kitty kitty

Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino continued to extend his claws from his paw as he reached out for the food in front of him, unable to help but to growl softly in frustration when the food was only brought out of his reach in return. He lowered his paw slightly and flattened his ears against his skull. Was this guard just teasing him like everyone else? If so, why waste the energy? His whiskers pulled back slightly when Tino moved, though slowly thankfully, watching the food be brought down to his level.

What the Finnish male had said would've made Lovino scowl if he was in his human form, but as a cat it only showed as his ears flattening slowly in disagreement. Please? To a human? Not going to happen. As far as Lovino was concerned, the human should be happy that the mutant wasn't all out attacking him at the moment. Granted it was due to pain and exhaustion, but if needed, Lovino was not going to hesitate to go all out once more to attack the man again. Didn't matter, anyway. The food was now in front of him, luring his attention to it automatically, dismissing the words spoken.

The scent of the food was enough to water his mouth, and having the food in front of him made him gulp the excess saliva that threatened to drip as drool. His stomach clenched as if to remind the cat of something he already knew, that his stomach had shrunk in size and was about to do so even more if he hadn't taken what was in front of him, and his paws instinctively kneaded at the towel like a real cat asking its parental figure for food. He stared at the food for a moment before he lowered his head finally, deciding to trust the guard enough to not think there were no tricks involved in the food just being placed in front of him.

Taking one hesitant bite from the bar, Lovino felt a sense of pleasure when he was able to sink his fangs into something edible. Was it poisoned? Was it drugged? The possibility of it being so suddenly raced into his mind, but at this point he found himself unable to really care enough. He chewed hungrily and swallowed greedily before he took another bite, his ears perked up to listen for any sudden danger, one being the possibility of the man moving closer to him again.

He however blinked when he heard shuffling followed by what sounded like another wrapper. He glanced up nervously to find the source of noise, holding back a small hiss, as he swallowed down another bite from his first bar. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth for the last bite, ears twitching hearing Tino's words as he did so.

“I have another one that I promise I will give you if you let me finish cleaning your injuries, but only if you let me help you. All I’m going to do is wash them as gently as I can before I put a methylsalicylate on your gashes. lt will help with the pain and keep out an infection. That’s all I want to do, I promise.”

Lovino felt bloated with the first bar, swallowing down the final bite sized piece that was left, but that didn't stop him from already sniffing for the second bar. His throat slowly vibrated, creating a soft purr to pass his form, imagining the taste of the second one. At this point, his stomach knew one more would cause him to barf, but the mind was telling him otherwise.

Eat. Eat. Eat.

xxx

"Are you trying to tell me that the food I make for you isn't good enough? You're really ungrateful." The cold voice assaulted his ears, making him whine softly and stare at the bowl in front of him, not moving. His stomach growled, but the goo that was in the bowl.. Consisted of what was literally just random things thrown together, as if the human wanted to get rid of things in the fridge so just tossed it all in the bowl and called it a meal. Yogurt, lettuce, cranberries, broccoli, tuna, peanuts, cheese... What else did he smell in the gunk? It was just a mess, and Lovino didn't dare want to touch it. He could also faintly smell what he scented in the medical cabinet before, and it came to a conclusion as the food also being drugged, possibly to make him pass out for a bit, as well. He turned his head away, trembling, hearing his stomach growl loudly once more at the torture.

xxx

What brought him back to reality from his flashback was the man's voice, hearing him add saying his name was 'Tino'. His ears layed back still as he heard him, but didn't respond otherwise, just nodding slightly after several moments. His paw reached up to the direction he heard the new wrapper from, his claws outstretched once more.

"Fine... Whatever... Tino, just give me the food..." He mewled, the words mixing into the noises as he did so. He trembled imagining how painful the treatment could get if his wounds were tended to, but decided to not think too much of that. "...Should I change forms for you?" He asked hesitantly, figuring his fur could get in the way of the treatment, but not liking people seeing the other old scars that littered his otherwise smooth skin.

Word Count: 911

Tags: Tino

Notes: I'm sorry this took forever and is horrible ;u;

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Lovino Vargas has a hostile soul and Tino had to wonder if he had always been so calloused. At every opportunity, the cat was either hissed, growling, or tensing at Tino's actions. If the Fin spoke, it's ears almost always flattened back and sharp teeth flashed. If he moved, it threatened to bite once more. Lovino didn't appreciate Tino in the slightest.

Yet.

When Tino put forth the food, the scent and sight of the granola bar seemed to overrule Lovino's willpower and restraint as the cat dived into the bar, demolishing it in hungry, large bites. Was he even chewing? He was going to get sick and just vomit the substance back up... Tino sighed, glancing to his hand. Stupid bite mark was still bleeding... now he'd have to clean it too. Lovely. That and he'd have to worry about blood bourne pathogens. He doubted that mutants were vaccinated or were without disease. He didn't really care than much about something like HIV, which would take years to progress, but hepatitis was an issue. He quickly wrapped a cloth around his palm to cover the injury as the mutant attacked his meager meal.

When he glanced back up at Tino, he didn't hiss this time. It was a step, albeit a small one, but there was visible progress. The cat was allowing Tino to move without threatening him with aggressive body language. Baby steps, baby steps, they weren't in the clear yet. The offer hung in the air, followed by another lull in their choppy excuse for a conversation. Tino mentally willed the mutant to just take him up on the offer. Tino could get him cleaned up quickly and efficiently with as little pain as possible, then cart him back to his cell to pretend none of this happened. It was simple and sweet, if the other would just give him 5 minutes without biting him again. If Tino got bite once more, he'd take Lovino by the scruff and carry him to his cell to tend to his own injuries without any form of medicine. He was patient, but not stupid. A purring sound, almost one that seemed content, was heard when Lovino finished his food, but it was short lived. He paused, then spoke very slowly.

"Fine... Whatever... Tino, just give me the food..."

The words were soft, almost broken, but the mutant didn't hesitate in spitting the Fin's name with raw animosity. Baby steps, he had been referred to by his name as opposed to his species. Though, Lovino didn't seem to comprehend what Tino's small speech entailed. No, he was not giving Lovino this bar unless he rolled over and let Tino bandage him up. The Fin frowned, but Lovino wasn't done speaking yet.

"...Should I change forms for you?"

Tino nodded twice. "That would be best. I can get you a fresh change of clothes, and it'll help hide the bandages. I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be doing this..." Tino glanced to the side sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in mock discomfort. No, he was positive that he wasn't supposed to be doing this. 'Bait's not worth tending to' was what he had been told.

Well Tino had other ideas, now didn't he?

He stood and turned, being careful to move slowly and predictably to not startle Lovino into attacking. He brought the towel up, re-wetting it in hot water. It would cool quickly, but the warm cloth would likely feel more comfortable than ice water. Tino glanced down to the floor, where the first aid kit was. He'd gently wash the wound, wherever it was, then apply a thick layer of ointment before using an applicable bandage (Tino's guess was a butterfly bandage to let it heal properly). Then he'd wrap the area in gauze, give Lovino a new set of clothes, and quietly escort him back to his cell. It wasn't far from here... he could probably get away with it. If not... well, he'd have to improvise some excuse.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tin-Tin and Lovi, words:680, notes: Don't you dare bite me now
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Seeing the short man nod twice was enough for Lovino to lower his head a bit, quickly reminding himself that he in fact offered to change back from himself, and it wasn't like the Finnish male was telling him to do so suddenly out the blue. Still however, he couldn't help the hesitation that clearly showed in his actions as he shifted his weight from one paw to another repeatedly, his whiskers pulling back a bit to lay against his cheeks.

Why was this man even tending to him to begin with? Lovino was about to quickly shift his forms but stopped when that thought crossed his mind, making him give a small grunt like mew. The tip of his tail tapped at the floor once more as he fell back into thought, unable to help but to pull his lips back immediately to flash his fangs when Tino moved to prepare the towel. As slow as he tried to make his movements, at the moment Lovino was like a balloon about to pop and attack, burst out and lash with all his might. Every noise, every scent, every movement jolted him like electricity to alertness.

The water running was heard, causing the feline to perk his ears up fully once more to listen. When he didn't see that Tino seemed to have the will to suddenly attack him, considering the careful movements he attempted to do, the cat finally ended his debate of whether or not to cooperate. Closing his eyes slowly when he assumed the human wasn't watching, he took a deep breath and shifted back to his much larger human form, the bones cracking into place and most of the fur seeming to disappear in an instant, shifting to thin, almost invisible hair all over his body.

Only within seconds, the male opened his eyes back once more to glance up to Tino, trembling slightly, forcing himself to stay in the form he was uncomfortable in. Blood trickled down his wounds, most of them just old ones that opened up. Fresh cuts luckily didn't seem to have been made to mark his already littered skin. His once sun baked skin was now pale from being confined out of the direct sun, and instead blue, black, purple, pink, red... Colors splattered all over the canvas, decorating what would otherwise be a sickly pale tone.

Only once he was able to change forms and force himself to stay in the one he rather not be in did Lovino finally decide to ask, his voice not a jumble of feline noises any longer. Instead of meows, growls, hisses and purrs that made up words by shuffling noises together, Lovino spoke clearly with an occasional hiss passing his lips whenever he felt Tino move when he didn't expect him to. "Why are you helping me...?" As his ears flattened against his head, he couldn't help but to notice his own tail fluff up, weary of the answer he was waiting to receive. "Didn't you know I'm a bait...? It'll really be in your best interest to just throw me back in the cell--I can't pay back anything for your help and your food..."

Word Count: 532

Tags: Tino Väinämöinen

Notes:

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Lovino was not cooperating as quickly as Tino would have liked, so while Tino was washing and wetting the towel, he cleaned the puncture marks in his hand. Forcing the injury to bleed by squeezing it, Tino grimaced and clenched his jaw. Nasty little injury, wasn’t it? Is expression smoothed over as it continued to dye the running water pink, allowing the Fin to grow accustomed to the sting of the recent injury. It had been a while since he had felt the sharp tang of pain.

Too long for his liking. This job was boring.

He glanced back at Lovino Vargas, but the shakeshifter hadn’t changed into human form yet. Tino returned his attention back to himself as he let the cut bleed more. Theoretically, he’d wash it for a good ten minutes, but that was time he didn’t have. A few minutes would have to suffice. Pulling his palm from the water, he grabbed a dry towel and wicked the moisture away, but it was already bleeding again. Slathering it with an antibiotic ointment, he quickly grabbed a role of gauze and a package of sterile squares and put pressure on the bite with the square cut gauze, then made a tight wrap with the roll. It would work to slow the bleeding. Tino wouldn’t need stitches, but it would probably scar.

Oh well, another battle wound to join his collection. How embarrassing for this one to have come from bait though.

Tino turned to see that Lovino had finally decided that a measly granola bar was worth cooperating for, and had changed from his cat form to human…oid. Lovino didn’t appear to have fully changed, or perhaps this was his ‘human’ form. He still possessed soft, kitten like ears that poked through his chocolate brown hair, and a tail that twitched back and forth as the male stared at him with sharp emerald eyes. He was not clothed, but nudity didn’t bother Tino.

Although Lovino was looking more human, he was still a mutant and still able to attempt to attack Tino again. However, Tino was very well equipped with skills in hand-to-hand; the mutant would regret it if he attempted to throw a punch. Besides, he looked worse for wear without fur to blanket his injuries. This mutant was clearly at the short end of the stick when it came to picking fights at the arena. Tino’s face fell and he feigned genuine sadness in his eyes and expression.

"Why are you helping me...? Didn't you know I'm a bait...? It'll really be in your best interest to just throw me back in the cell--I can't pay back anything for your help and your food..."

Tino quickly shook his head back and forth, before offering the mutant a sad smile as he reached forward tentatively with the warm, wet towel. He hesitated, before gently dabbing at a blood crusted patch of skin just below the wide gash on Lovino’s shoulder.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t agree with this system… It’s so wrong. I wish I could do more.” He continued to clean away the dirtied skin, rinsing the cloth in the sink when it became too dark with grime and blood. “I don’t want anything. I just… I can’t stand to see these stupid, one-sided fights.”

Tino sighed, soaked the towel in another sinkful of warm water. “I’ll take you back to your cell as soon as I’m done. Promise.”

They were all lies of course, spoken with a soft tongue and sincere sadness. Although, Tino didn’t enjoy watching Lovino getting abused in the ring. Reminded him too much of his schooling, and if he could do what he wanted, he’d take the cat-mutant’s position and put up an actual fight. Perhaps his coworkers would push him in the arena one day. He could hope.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tin-Tin and Lovi, words:649, notes: Woe is me I'm so sloooooow
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

The water running made the feline mutant very uncomfortable, but he managed to just sit in place as this strange guard cleansed his new well deserved wound. Puncture wounds on the delicate flesh between the thumb and index finger; one that would sting every time he flexed the important fingers, bled continuously to the point Lovino himself was able to smell the iron coming from it. He held back from covering his nose childishly and just parted his lips slightly so he could breathe from instead, though he closed them right when he saw the Finnish newbie turn around after wrapping the new battle scar with a clean bandage. Rolling his eyes, knowing he himself never received bandage when needed but this man putting it on for a whimsy little cat bite, asking for his reasoning for all the help he was offering. It was different, weird, something Lovino just couldn’t wrap his mind around just yet. What did this man expect in return? The only thing he really could give was the tiny bread roll he was given once a day, and even that was hard to give up for the feline. Ribs showed at his scarred chest under the skin tightly wrapped around the weak form; he needed food and if possible, a lot more than what was always given.

Flinching when a hand reached forward with a towel, Lovino’s ears fell flat immediately and he had to bite his tongue a bit to hold back from hissing, which was something that just came naturally from him at this point as a defense mechanism. Once the fight option was pushed back from his mind, flight instead took place. Once he held back that urge as well he found himself just sitting in place once more, trembling, unsure of what to do. The towel dabbed at a rather new wound, and he watched as the scab instantly crumbled under the touch of the soft, warm towel, blood oozing out and soaking into the cloth. Lovino winced, clenching his fists a bit as he focused his attention more to what the man was saying. Something, anything to get his mind off of the pain that came from scabs being torn off his already scarred skin…

“I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t agree with this system… It’s so wrong. I wish I could do more.” The words were spoken, and finally the mutant was able to notice the saddened look the man faked, easily falling for it and relaxing under the towel’s touch. As the man turned to rinse the dirtied cloth, Lovino gave a small sigh, his flattened ears beginning to perk up once more to listen more clearly. “I don’t want anything. I just… I can’t stand to see these stupid, one-sided fights. I’ll take you back to your cell as soon as I’m done. Promise.”

Water was heard running again, making Lovino feel a bit uneasy. Shifting a bit in spot, he turned his head a bit to glance at the exit door, before back to Tino. The human didn’t seem too bad so far… His original suspicion and fear fading away with every passing second, he found himself just sitting and relaxing in spot without much internal conflict. If it was the other guards, perhaps Fish-breath or Gum-shoes, he would’ve put up more of a fight, but this one offered free food. All he had to do was cooperate like a good little housepet. He was used to that, wasn’t he? It should’ve been an easy task by now.

“Do you waste your time on all mutants like this?” He decided to ask, trying to just not make the room fall into uncomfortable silence. That was the last thing he needed right now. Something, anything to keep his attention away from the running water and the pain from his wounds… Anything was fine.

Word Count: 647

Tags: Tino Väinämöinen

Notes: This is so late I'm sorry >w<;

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