Jean-Pierre and Vladimir were making their way to the airport. Vladimir was acting, well like a boy would. Jumping on cars, piles of rubble and generally making a nuisance of himself. Jean-Pierre however was being very watchful, both on the boy and on the surroundings for Terrors. When they were about halfway to the airport he suddenly grabbed the boy by the first thing he could grab which happened to be the boy's shorts. He dragged the boy from the car he was about to climb. The boy protested very much as in doing this he also dragged the boy's shorts down. Jean-Pierre was less than tolerant though covering the boy's mouth and pinning him facedown on the ground. The boy whined into his hand as he roughly rubbed against the asphalt which rubbed against his newly exposed flesh. "Shhh we are not alone, if you don't be quite, when we ARE alone I'll tan your hide good." Jean-Pierre whispered into the boy's ear. The boy shut up immediately not wanting that. When they were finally alone Vladimir glared at Jean-Pierre. "You bared me below the waist to my knees and shoved me into the road. My weenie hurts..." Jean-Pierre rolled his eyes. "Better your little weenie hurting than your life lost, Vladimir." Vladimir muttered sullenly pulling his shorts back up. "It still hurt, you big bully." They made their way onwards again finally making it to the airport after a few more hours. "Now to find us a plane." Jean-Pierre said with great anticipation in his expression.