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Characters: Corruption and Ganymede
Date/Time: Early afternoon on Friday, June 15th.
Location: Streets of NYC
Rating: TBD--depends on how it goes.
Warnings: Innocence being corrupted?
Summary: A chance encounter on a street corner... or is it?

It was a day seemingly much like always in New York. People were bustling about. Everyone working to get to where they needed to go.

He seemed to come out of nowhere in the crowd, the handsome man. He tapped Ganymede on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, hi. My name is Brian, and my kitten got out of my apartment about a block from here. You haven't seen her have you? Just a little thing. A little ball of black fluff?"

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The episode on the subway earlier a week or so ago had made him a little wary, and he gave a slight jump when he was tapped, but as he turned to get a better look at the man, he calmed down a little.

He thought for a moment, biting his bottom lip in the process and shook his head.

"No, I haven't, I'm sorry." he said, "I could help you look if you want." he smiled. Really, he wasn't busy at all today, and it was nice to help strangers, wasn't it?

"Oh, that's very kind of you, Tanner," Brian said, "Her name's Lethe. But she hasn't responded to my calls."

"Oh. It's not a problem." the young man teetered forward on his toes a bit when confronted with his name. "Um. I don't think I've met you before." he smiled a little, politely. Tanner was simply brushing the fact that the man knew his name off, supposing that maybe they'd met before, or maybe he was one of the people he'd talked to on that forum...or maybe he hadn't. Still, he tried not to invest so much worry into it.

'Brian' chuckled.
"Oh, just in passing. You probably don't remember. So, been making many friends out here in the big city?"

Ganymede thought for a moment, considering the people he'd actually met in New York. He was quick to consider people friends, perhaps a little too quick, but the answer was certainly a 'yes'.

"I've made a few." he shrugged. "Thanks to school and...everything else." he smiled a little, not knowing quite what to say next.

"Have you?"

"Oh, a few, certainly. But more are always welcome," he said. "It's good to have friends. Of all kinds."

Ganymede smiled at his suggestion, and nodded. "I think so, too."

He tucked a little of his hair behind his ear, playing ever so slightly with a delicate ringlet as he continued to speak. "Shouldn't we be looking for your kitty?" he asked, lightly, not quite making eye contact.

"Oh, we are. We are. Here kitty! Here Lethe!" he said, "But it does work better as a team, don't you think?"

If there was one thing Ganymede couldn't do, it was stop smiling. Some found it cute, some found it entirely frustrating. "You're probably right." he nodded, before mimicking the calls himself.

"It's something I'm sure will serve you well," 'Brian' said, "And I can't tell you how happy I am to have you on my team."

"Hm?" Ganymede blushed slightly at the assertion, it really was much too easy for him to blush. "Well, if you're happy, I'm happy."

"You're so sweet, I swear you could give people cavities just by kissing them," he chuckled, "Don't lose that. It's something you can work as an advantage. Lots of people out there, people like you, who could use that."

Just then, a small black kitten came bounding right up to Ganymede.
"Ah, there she is! There's little Lethe. Naughty kitten," 'Brian' said, smiling down as the kitten began licking the boy's fingers. "Aww, I think she likes you."

Ganymede giggled a little bit at the notion, "Can't say I've had that happen before...but I really wouldn't call it useful." he smiled, lightly, bending a little to scratch the kitten behind the ears.

"She's very cute." he said, lifting her up into his arms, and scratched at her belly a little, murmuring barely-audible but still affectionate German as he did so.

'Brian' looked at Ganymede thoughtfully.
"You know... She escaped because I've been in and out all day. Got to go somewhere, and I can't take her with me. ...what would you say to holding onto her for me?"

"If it would help you out, sure." Ganymede chimed, finding that the kitten had clawed into his shirt a little, her tiny claws caught in the fabric. He gently wriggled her free, and gave her an apologetic forehead rub.

"Oh, would you? I just know she'll be in good hands with you looking after her," 'Brian' said cheerfully. Lethe did her best to affectionately butt her head up against Ganymede.

"Of course." Ganymede nodded, a bright smile on his face as he rewarded the soft kitten with a delicate scratching behind her ear.

"Anything else I can do for you?" it was a question that came naturally to Ganymede. He'd always enjoyed being helpful, after all.

"I'd like you to keep making friends, especially among your fellows. And not just other Greeks, but the rest of them as well. I'd hate to see a sweet thing like you hurt all by yourself. Be adorable, and let them protect you," 'Brian' suggested.

Tanner bit his lip at the suggestion. That sounded...wrong. Very wrong. Morally, he wanted to take a step back and just clear his head, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"I know there's a lot going on, and I'd hate to get hurt, too. But...some people don't really care for cute." he shrugged. "I- well, sometimes I don't feel like I have anything else really going for me." he giggled. He only half-meant it, of course.

"Oh, I'm sure the big guys will watch out for you. Even The Destroyer has a maternal side," he assured the lad.

Ganymede stroked the kitten, gently, the smile on his face a little more thoughtful than anything else. "The Destroyer, hm?" he asked, letting his hand run down to it's tail.

"I've never had much of a problem with...getting guys to like me. But, she sounds a little frightening." he chuckled.

'Brian' chuckled.
"She's a pro boxer. That's her stage name. She's a little rough around the edges, but she's not a bad person," he promised, "And I don't think Miss Lovelace would easily let someone else take you away from her son."

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