✄-- Ｓ Ｎ Ａ Ｐ!--- YAѺI Remake! Full

[IronMeep]

♠♥♣♦Braclets♠♥♣♦

Pink - 2 Glittery Pink - 3 Red - 3
Orange - 4 Glittery Orange - 1 Glow in the dark Orange - 3 Yellow - 4 Glittery Yellow - 5 Gold - 2 Glittery Gold - 4
Lime Green - 3 Green - 4 Glittery Green - 3 Glow in the dark Green - 1
Light Blue - 2 Blue - 3 Glittery Blue - 2 Glow in the dark Blue - 2 Dark Blue - 3 Purple - 4 Glittery Purple - 4
Indigo - 3
Black - 4 White - 2 Clear - 4 Glittery Clear - 4
Total: 80

Tray had to hold down his laughter at the pink haired boy’s exit. It wasn’t everyday someone wished death upon him; well he supposed it wasn’t all that uncommon but the sweetness in the other’s tone just made him a bit giddy. Tray obviously was not trying to make friends in this game, it was just for fun and by no means did he think any of the players would like him let alone want to be physically close to him. That was one reason he was fine with wearing all the colors, he wasn’t expecting any of the players to really go for him to be honest. He had the role of the villain and would like to keep it that way.

“You aren’t the only one I’m sure,” he mumbled under his breath, letting out the ghost of a laugh.

Tray turned to Ozlin as the other approached him from the side. How the game would start? Of course with the snap of a bracelet, perhaps they needed a demonstration. Tray put a finger to his chin in deep thought, looking to the sky as if it would supply the answer. Green colored eyes turned down as he quickly stretching his hand out for the other’s rainbow covered arm. The loner seemed to be too focused on Tray’s face and what he was about to say to notice an arm reaching for his own. Tray’s pinky snagged on a pink bracelet before pulling back harshly, snapping it at the seam.

Tray was on him before the broken band could hit the floor, pulling down the collar of Ozlin’s shirt. He nuzzles into the newly exposed skin before licking at the collar bone in front of him, indicating just where he was planning to leave the love bite. Tray gently scrapped his teeth before biting down lightly, he started off with small suckles but slowly increasing the pressure. He lapped at the extra saliva, running his pierced tongue over the bone a couple times before pulling away. A small yet dark mark was left in his place. With a cunning smile Tray lifted his head and put his lips to Ozlin’s ear

“Whenever you’re ready”

Tray backed up a few steps, smug was written all across his face only betrayed by the tips of his ears turning bright red. The brunet wasn’t expecting to start so soon, hence the slight embarrassment in being unprepared, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Tray pulled out his phone, attempting to look indifferent and unaffected. The color soon vanished as he continued clicking through his phone to an unread message from Kay. A small pout came to his lips that he quickly hid with a practiced grin. He turned to the table and grabbed an array of colors before stuffing them in is jacket pockets

“Well if you’ll excuse me, it seems something has just come up.” He smiled to the remaining people in the alley and left with a wink to Ozlin. As soon as he was out of sight he picked up the pace. Tray was so rude, sending a text after it already started and ditching him for a shift at work. The chosen alley was thankfully only a few blocks from the café, completely disregarding everyone in the establishment Tray strolled right up into the working blond's space.

Leaning on Kay’s shoulder he began to speak “You missed the party, King.”

His smile was so sickly sweet it could give someone a stomachache. Tray dug into his pockets pulling out the colorful bands only to stuff them into the other’s apron. “You better be wearing those when you get off,” it was supposed to sound threatening but came out a bit on the whiny side. Tray hunched his shoulders and made to pass Kay but

“I’ll have my usual” Tray quietly mumbled as he passed Kay. He sat in a corner with his back to the wall as he waited for his chocolate cream pie and glass of milk, head rested in his hand as he scanned the crowd. To most it would seem like he was casually taking in the surrounding but those on closer inspection his shoulders were slightly hunched and his lower lip puckered out a bit more than usual. Tray was definitely sulking.

-PsycoticMuffinz

Grwawr

OOC:

it seems a bit fast paced and cluttered but my brain wont work to make words right now @A@

[Efflorescent Beauty]

Bracelets:

x1 Glitter Red
x5.Yellow
x5.Purple
x4.Pink
x2. Glittery Yellow
x2.Glittery Clear
x3. Black
x5. Blue
x3. Lime Green

ıllıllı ⓣⓗⓘⓢ ⓘⓢ ⓗⓞⓦ ⓐⓝ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛ ⓓⓘⓔⓢ, ⓑⓛⓐⓜⓔ ⓘⓣ ⓞⓝ ⓜⓨ ⓞⓦⓝ ⓢⓘⓒⓚ ⓟⓡⓘⓓⓔ, ⓑⓛⓐⓜⓔ ⓘⓣ ⓞⓝ ⓜⓨ ⓐ-ⓓ-ⓓ ⓑⓐⓑⓨ ıllıllı

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Time seemed to tick away as the artist took small bites of his now cold burger while finishing up his drawings. Ayame been stuck at the restaurant for over an hour now and every once in a while he got dirty looks from the employees for loitering when they walked by to clean off tables and such. The male ignored them simply because he could and no one had the guts to actually say something to his face yet. Setting down his pencil with a small yawn the male took a quick glance of his drawling and smiled in glee at how great it came out, guessing it was one more thing to turn in tomorrow with the many other projects he completed. When it came to art class the male tended to be an overachiever and never had homework because he gave so much crap to the teacher all at once. All the other classes got back late work due to this habit of his but Ayame could care less due to the fact he was trying to graduate in order to get into art school anyways. He saved up a lot of money working odd jobs to get in one of the best collages possible knowing damn well that his mother could care less about helping him out. After his sister died she never was the same again. She had the nasty habit of going to work then lock herself inside the master bedroom for the rest of the day when she got back. Ayame had to learn how to cook and save more money then ever to help pay for rent on top of school expenses so he was pretty much taking care of himself. Shaking the depressing memories aside he quickly cleaned up all the art supplies on the table, stuffing pens into his pencil case and closing the lid carefully so none fell out into his bag. Next came the art pad which was shoved into the bag alongside of everything else occupying all the space inside his backpack. The sucker was then zipped closed with force seems how it was way too full to zip properly on its own and Ayame slipped it onto his back for safekeeping Damn it, Better start heading home. I have a lot to do still."
He mutters to himself while standing up with tray in hand, heading for the garbage to dump off the wrappers and leave right after now that he was no longer welcome to sit around any longer. Ayame did just that then pushed open the door to slip out into the sunlight, breathing in the air he walked slowly down the sidewalk towards home while trying to think of what to start on first for homework.

Contemplating between math or science the male forgot all about the game that he was roped into for the moment, too concerned about what teacher might kill him if refusing to turn in one more assignment for the year instead. Ayame wanted to try tutoring but something felt dumb about asking for help and stuff so he never even signed up for it at school. Teachers might force him too eventually so Ayame would wait until that day arrived then force himself to attend and see if he liked it. On the other hand he could find someone to personally tutor him away from the school but the only problem with that is, Ayame did not know many people. He kept his face buried into books or an art pad most of the time so talking with other students was something that never happened very often. This year the male planned to try and join in on more activities to try and open up in order to meet others because going home was becoming a very depressing thing. After school was over the artist was going to leave this small town and start over, for now Ayame will suck it up and take care of things he needed to get done in order to achieve this goal.

Lost in his daydream the male continued along down the street in a quick pace, ignoring people around him and cars zooming by down the road until he suddenly collided with something hard. Letting out a small grunt the male stumbled back a bit and clutched his head, unsure what to think at first until he blinked a few times and focused on the thing, no person he ran into. Right away he recognized him as one of the males he met in the ally earlier and frowned, automatically putting space between them in order to protect his bracelets." Sorry about that, zoned out a little bit. Are you... alright?"He ended up asking the green hair male and forced a smile onto his face, playing it cool because this person might actually be hurt due to his carelessness. Ayame wasn't sure if he would allow the male to pop his band for causing the other pain but the artist knew better then to offer." I saw you in the ally earlier and didn't catch anyone's names. I am Ayame, what's yours?" The brown hair male found himself asking the geek before him in a curious manner when trying to force himself to interact with this fellow even though he had the creepy bands around his own wrists as well. Gods how he hated this damn game! Ayame already forgot what half of the damn bands meant as is and so if he dared to pull one off of the others arm then he might be in for a world of pain. Shivering the teen plucked nervously at his own while waiting for the other to collect himself and respond. If all goes well then he might bring up the bands but until then Ayame felt it was best to not mention them at all.

((Out Of Control: My internship sucks a**... sorry for being gone and stuff guys. So damn tired....))

[Hooni]

"That felt really nice Taki, but I believe you don't understand."

No, he knew just how far to go but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop just yet. He didn’t know why he didn’t want to stop until he did. He just knew he didn’t want the limitless heat growing in his lower abdomen to stop. Much like that night they slept together. He claimed to be beyond wasted drunk but he wasn’t. That was simply a defensive statement. A reason as to why he did what he did. Sure, he was very under the influence, but not so much so that he didn’t remember anything that happened. He knew what was happening and in the beginning tried to stop himself. But he had just broken up with his girlfriend that never put out, so there was a lot of pinned up sexual frustration. Then again he couldn’t blame it solely on that as well. Maybe he couldn’t have stopped himself but he actually liked how everything felt. The shaky awkward touching, the feel of his skin against his own, the extreme embarrassment afterwards.

Ugh. Thinking about was torture on its own. It made his stomach jump excitedly, knees shake slightly, and breath quiver. Something he wasn’t too proud of. The thought seemed so vivid to the point where his ears were practically on fire.

‘…huh?’

It was then he realized that Ion was standing on the tips of his toes and was taking full advantage of his greatest weak spot on his body. God that was why he held his hands back in the first place. Ion knew far too much about his body and spots. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t the memory ******** with him, it was Ion. Much against his better judgment, Taki let out a soft shivering moan. He bawled his hands into tight fists in order to not grip onto Ion as he was making a fool of him. Right now he was rendered useless against his own will.

“Ssto-“

His voice broke as the purple haired male tried to speak out. Ion needed to stop before a very unwelcomed guest rears its head any further. He bit his bottom lip to keep his moans to himself. But before he could lose control of himself Ion pulled away with a grin plastered on his face. Takeshi groaned at his question of heading back to the café. For once, food was the last thing on his mind. Then again, all the blood from his head rushed somewhere so he wasn’t thinking much about anything at the moment. His thoughts were far elsewhere. But amazingly enough, with hardly any blood flow in his head, his face was well flushed a red hue in color.

Dammit, he didn’t have to go for his earlobe. Why did he go for his earlobe? Takeshi took a quick glance down at himself then looked back to Ion with a strained face. “I could eat.” He convinced himself.

Taki waited for Ion to take the lead; correcting himself slightly while Ion’s back was to him. Walking was going to prove to be problematic but since the café was only a few feet around the corner, he could manage.

Upon entering the café, Taki trudged by waitresses trying to find their seat. It wasn’t like they ever got a chance to order so most likely their seat has already been taken. This place seemed popular enough so it wouldn’t take too long before someone would have taken their seat. Finally finding a seat, Takeshi uncomfortably scooting himself into his chair and looked through the menu. He concentrated on pretending to be interested at what was on the paper. But he wasn’t at all interested. He didn’t even know what he was looking at before Ion went and popped his band. The fool. Who just plays around with something like that!? Well apparently him. Sighing inwardly, Taki was preparing to at least pick a drink. Nope, no good.

Making sure the menu was covering the flustered look on his face, Taki looked down at himself one more. “Thanks a lot Ion…” He mumbled more so to himself than his friend sitting across from him. ‘Maybe I should think about really really really really really old wrinkled people taking a long bath… That’s gross.’ He glanced down again. ‘But it works.’

It was around that time, the purple haired male heard the sound of something popping. At first it didn’t strike him as interesting at all but only because he was trying to keep his mind on old people. But soon enough his blood flow was regulating properly and it dawned on him that the popping sound was a lot like how their bracelets sound when being popped. Taking in his surroundings, Takeshi finally noticed Shota and the guy that upchucked on the ground. The brilliant blonde seemed to have snagged and popped Shota’s band. He couldn’t tell the color from where he was sitting though.

At first he was thinking about throwing some smart a** remark but something made him stay quiet just to see what would happen. Shota was practically one of the biggest playboys in the school when it came to the girls (Taki should know, he’s taken many from Takeshi). So he was interested in finding out whether or not he was seriously going to go through with whatever color was popped. Within a few seconds Taki had completely forgotten about the fact that even though he’s a well-known heterosexual male in the school he just willingly kissed Ion and even went as far as to leave his mark on him. Ugh, not to mention he had just been severely turned on by him too. But of course he’d want to forget it.

“Hey Ion, what’s that guy’s name again?”

He knew that Ion had to know he wasn’t talking about Shota. Everyone knows Takeshi knows who Shota is. He doesn’t practically care for the older male. Thinks he’s so ******** hot. He’s not. But he was talking about the bright blonde that had just pop his band. He looked familiar but unfortunately, he was sitting with his back to Taki. He couldn’t quite catch his face.



ciandera



x5 Pink - One has been popped
x5 Glittery Purple - One has been popped
x6 Orange
x4 Indigo
x4 Glittery Gold
x3 White
x4 Glow in the Dark Orange
x4 Gold
x5 Purple
x3 Yellow
x3 Black
x5 Light Blue
x4 Glittery Blue

[iRsick]

║█⋮LOCATION.CAFE ll CAFE BATHROOM ║█⋮THOUGHTS.YYYEEEEAAAAAHHH... THAT WAS THE DEFINITION OF GETTING CARRIED AWAY ║█⋮COMPANY.SORIN ║█⋮OCC.TRIED TO KILL THINGS DOWN SOME SO IF THINGS SEEM HERE AND THERE, MANY APOLOGIES.

“Ah- hey…”

The dirty blonde had just been handing Kaito the menu when all of a sudden the sting of one of his bands snapping back against his skin. He took his arm back and began rubbing his wrist, leveling a stern gaze on Sorin. He knew he shouldn’t have let his guard down even for a second. But food just makes him so easy going anyway. Like he’d probably crawl into a stranger’s car if they had some hard to get piece of food in their car. No, he would totally crawl into their car. Food was food. Food was pleasure. Actually thinking about it, Shota should have been way overweight. But thank god for basketball and all the practice they put them through. He sighed looking down at his arm trying to figure out which one his company aimed for. As a sparkly golden jelly band hang slightly lower than the others, Shota reached and pulled it completely off. Great.

Looking back to the bright blonde across from him, Shota tossed the band on the table unamused. Dammit all. Quite frankly he didn’t even know what the hell that color meant. There was no way he would remember the list of colors in less than an hour or so. His brain didn’t work that way at all. But with Kaito lurking about right there, he wasn’t going to pull out the paper and proceed to read. Speaking of Kaito, Shota hadn’t even noticed that he was busy being spoken to by the same kid that started this whole thing. Nothing else was in his view other than Sorin at the moment. He found himself wondering why. Just what made him reach out and pop his band? It surly wasn’t an accident.

At first he was thinking about not even going along with it until he finally noticed a familiar face in the corner of the café. There was the kid that put everyone up to it. “When did he get here?” He wondered to himself aloud before changing his thoughts around. Leveling yet another sigh, Shota put his classic grin back on his face. Not too much of anything rubs him the wrong way anymore. Even though this was pushing the envelope pretty far, he’d deal. Shota looked from the vaguely familiar face to Sorin one last time. Placing his hands on the table he pushed himself to his feet.

“Come on, I guess.”

He said, motioning for Sorin to follow him. Even though it was shaky, Shota held to his grin as held lifted his arms and intertwined his fingers behind his head. Okay maybe it did bother him a little more than he let it on to. He had only ever done anything with a male like three times and that was in his middle school days and with some home schooled kid. After that point he knew he was interested in men but never did anything about it. Having that side of him out would tarnish his father’s good name. He couldn’t have that. So what, he was planning on lying a little longer until he got into college and out of his father’s house. But with this mess, now things have gotten so much harder.

Shota pushed the door to the men’s bathroom open and checked for anyone else before locking the door behind him. Sighing, he pulled out the paper with all the colors and meaning on it and looked it over. ‘Make out?’ He thought, his grin faltering some as he read the action in his mind. ‘So I have a crap load of “make out” jellies?’ Rolling his eyes at the paper, he folded it and put it back away. Looking to Sorin, the male tried to figure out where or how to start. He never actually thought about doing anything of the such with Sorin or any male in his school really. His perverted thoughts always come across on his face so he tries to stay clear of them.

“Play along until some kind of loophole comes along, huh?”

He half-cocked a grin. Exactly when was the last time he willingly made out with anyone? Middle school. Everything other time, he just went along with whatever his current girlfriend wanted to do. But would this be considered willing when he’s doing it simply because of black mail? Technically it isn’t willing then, right? Either way, time was wasting and sooner or later someone was going to come along, try to come in, and report the door being locked.

“Well the rules say even though you popped the band I have to perform the actions… I suppose you can pay me back by paying for my food here.” He sighed, shrugging with a grin. “Suppose I better hurry up and play along.”

He played it cool as he reached out to Sorin. He kept a confident air about him while on the inside he was flailing about. He hadn’t actually made out with a boy since middle school. What was he supposed to do? Oddly enough, pretending he was a girl would be easier on him. He’s used to that and wouldn’t be so frantic. Even thinking about pretending made the raise in temperature in his face, simmer down some. Keeping that thought in mind Shota brought his face to Sorin’s neck, tracing a trail with his tongue. Enclosing his mouth on a selective spot, Shota began to suck on his untrustworthy friend’s neck. A free hand reached to grip his friend’s hair, slightly tugging his head back some to get to his neck better. After several minutes longer than he needed to spend on his neck, Shota pulled away.

He dodged Sorin’s eyes as he pushed his lips against his. Naturally his free hand roamed the blonde’s body stopping at his waist. A finger may have tugged at the waist line in his jeans, pulling his body closer to his, but went no further. At some point he stopped pretending Sorin was a female which made things go a bit further than he needed them too. It had been so long since he’d been this close to someone that he could physically get up around if given the proper persuasion. Although thinking about that was persuasion enough. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, separating his lips and venturing. He sampled the taste of his mouth for a brief moment before entangling his tongue with Sorin’s. Was he going too far? This was indeed what a “make out” is. Kissing, touching, groping, rubbing, teasing, and things of the sort. He pulled away shortly, biting Sorin’s lip as he went, but instantly pushed his mouth back into Sorin’s. Okay maybe that was too far.

After a few more minutes of heated closeness, Shota pulled away carefully avoiding his gaze.

“Well, as payment for the sneak attack. I think you should pay. Hopefully you have enough.” He said heading into a vacant stall. “Go on ahead, I have to pee.” He lied. Thinking about everything that had happened made his face turn twelve shades of red. Not to mention he had half a chub in his pants and needed to just sit down and think about anything else at the moment. Where else to do that than in a bathroom right?


RaisonxDetre



x1 Glitter Red
x4 Pink
x3 Yellow
x6 Glitter Gold – One has been popped
x3 Orange
x4 Glitter Purple
x2 Glitter Orange
x2 Blue
x3 Glow in the dark Orange
x4 Light Blue
x5 Indigo
x3 Black
x2 Dark Blue
x4 Glitter Blue
Total Bands = 46

[ciandera]

Ion swallowed hard seeing how adorable Taki got when his earlobe was kissed. It was almost enough to make him jump the taller purple haired boy. But of course, Ion just smiled coyly, watching. He was fully aware of what was going on with Taki. A little friend came to visit huh? Poor guy. He was half tempted to ask if the other wanted him to do something about it. He then figured teasing Taki was much more enjoyable.

The slut happily lead the way back to the cafe. They were lead to a table by the waitress and he took a seat. The waitress gave them menus which Taki proceeded to hide behind. Oh what a shame, he wanted to see more of that adorable flushed expression. Welp he witnessed a rare sight so he should just be happy with that.

When Taki finally looked up the pink haired boy followed the others eyes. Huh, little sunshine and playboy where here as well. He was glad he looked over when he did too. For any stranger looking it would seem like nothing but Ion laughed under his breath. He never expected cute Sorin to be so bold. And for Shota to be so willing as they both left for the bathroom.

I wonder if I should try breaking one of Shota's bands as well. That macho guy is bond to be a great partner.

Ion sat back on his chair, looking back at Taki.

"Oh come now Taki, you already know who Shota is!"

He said with a small laugh.

"The little one's name is Sorin. He's known as the Dreamer in our school. He is pretty cute, but i've never done anything with him. It'd be like doing it with a puppy or something."

It was at this time Ion took a better look around the cafe. He sighed seeing Kay... one of the most egotistical boys in their school. He sighed even more when he noticed Tray, probably here to watch his little game. He rolled his eyes and went to placing his head on his head with his elbow on the table.

"Tonight i'm going to a party. Would you mind coming along to be some muscle? You know how those guys get."

He asked casually. What he was referring to was some gambling. He wouldn't go tonight unless Taki came along as well. It was safer. Last time he went alone some guys got mad at him for his win streak. Those stupid men thought they could break him, but he was called the slut for a reason. They were no match when their thinking went south.

"Oh right! What do you think you'll get? You starred at the menu long enough."

Of course he knew earlier Taki probably was not looking at the menu. But Taki was a big eater so he could probably just look at the menu quickly and pick something overly sweet. Huh, Ion was always fascinated by how many snacks this guy could consume without getting fat. He was sort of jealous of that but he did not like overly sweet things.

Mood: Happy Speaking With: Taki Location: Cafe
OOC/Bands:---------------
x2 Glitter Orange
x2 Glow in the Dark Green
x3 Glitter Purple
x3 Pink
x3 Glitter Green
x3 Lime Green
x3 Glitter Blue
x3 Dark Blue
x3 Indigo
x4 Light Blue
x4 Gold
x5 Purple
x5 Glitter Clear
x5 Glow in the Dark Blue
x7 Blue
Total : 55

[Grwawr]

A Sorin-apult launched into his waist from the chair. Kay might have dodged but with little less than a foot between them and his attention on the menu he was grabbing he didn't have a chance. He didn't have reflexes that good unless he was baking and someone was about to stick their finger in the whip cream bowl. Then perpetrators beware as many friends had found. " Oof. Nice to see you to Sorin. " Smiling cheerfully Kay looked down at Shota just in time to see the sparkly gold band pop. If his memory was correct, and he would have bet it was, that meant sparkly gold = make out. His face looked between the two confusedly while a slow sinister grin crept across his mind. Oh this game is hilarious! I wonder how this will go.~ Looking down at Shota's familiar face Kay could instantly tell he wasn't having a great time of it, if it had been Kay, he would have called it irritation but Shota was more for the lighter emotions. Though Shota was not a friend that knew the "real" Kay, he had gotten to know the boy quite well considering their guardians were dating. Shota's dad and Kay's aunt had been going at it for quite awhile and thus Kay'd had plenty of time to grow fond of the boy in a general sort of way... and otherwise but that was another complicated story. So when he saw that Shota had a chance to have some fun in the closet he was happy for him, to bad he didn't seem to be enjoying it.

“You missed the party, King."

His train of though interrupted Kay flipped around at the sound of the voice. Deep blue eyes meeting familiar false green ones. "You better be wearing those when you get off,” Tray threatened. Though Kay could see he was being pouty right away. How cute. He was a little annoyed he couldn't pick his own bracelets, being as independent as he was, but he supposed he deserved it. Fingering the bands he quickly decided to go the naive route he would have taken in school. A pink tint coloring his cheeks as he was called out for being a runaway player of the game that was unfolding on the table in front of him as he spoke. Folding the menu into his chest as Tray passed Kay heard the quiet mumble and decided to forgive him as usual, though he might tease him a little~... though that was also as usual... Kay loved cats after all and when Tray was like this it always reminded him of a little black cat. Known to be bad luck and villainous but just as fluffy and soft as the next kitty when it cam down to it. Not that he would reveal that particular analogy to his friend anytime soon. Watching to see where he sat before turning back to the table Kay just caught them getting up out of the corner of his eye. " I'll just bring the food out for when you done then. It's only a quarter of the menu won't take as long as I had expected. " But even with his light teasing and perfect delivery he couldn't be sure they heard him as the passed him by heading for the washroom. Call me spoiled but I've always preferred NOT making out in a bathroom when I can help it. Rolling his eyes he turned to the back to get the order started. He couldn't really judge it wasn't like he was innocent of the act.

The cakes were made fresh every morning but were already done save putting them on a plate so Kay got those out of the way first before grabbing five macaroons, a recipe he had altered and given to the owner not that he was bragging or anything, and a green tea. Placing those on the table Kay went back and made the milkshake placing it on the side as he got a slightly larger piece of chocolate pie and added the complimentary whipped cream to the top. Tilting his head he smiled, he supposed the pouty prince deserved a treat for coming up with such amusement. Grabbing the large chocolate bar Kay quickly collected some chocolate shaving and curls adding it to the top of the whip (despite it normally costing extra) before walking back out front. Surveying the area as he placed the milkshake down on the empty table Kay saw that nobody new had sat in his section. The place was slowing down. Kay considered being considerate but that was as far as that went before he walked towards the occupied bathroom. His face unseen by anyone Kay's wicked smile revealed the sin in his eyes. Seeing it was locked Kay leaned against the door. Shota's muffled voice came through " - payment for the sneak attack. I think you should pay. Hopefully you have enough.” Seems like I missed the act but by the indignation and tone I would say the act was verified. Good for you Shota~ Tap tap tap Kay knocked on the door lightly before talking through the wood " Er...Sorry to interrupt guys but the food is ready. I'll just... leave you two alone... " It was a bit mean but definitely more fun to pretend to be the innocent bystander. He could just imagine them blushing away as they wondered what was running through his pretty blonde head thinking of what they could be up to.

Grabbing the pie and pouring some milk Kay entered the front again walking confidently toward Tray. Passing by Kay saw that there were more people from his school. Giving a little wave to Ion and Taki Kay continued walking past to the cloistered corner Tray had chosen. Keeping his back to the purple and pink haired boys Kay allowed himself to smirk. As he faced the spiky raven haired boy Kay placed the milk and pie before him and nudged the side of Tray's shoe with his foot. If they were home alone he would be reaching out to pinch his cheeks until the dark haired boy had to break his pouty streak and start fending him off. People would be surprised considering Kay was the bright beloved king of school and Tray was just the shadowy puppet prince but Kay sometimes wondered why the spiky haired boy put up with him. " C'mon pouty-kins. I took this shift a week ago when I skimmed over the teachers lesson plans, it couldn't be helped. Also, it doesn't help your cloak and dagger act when you order milk all the time. Maybe mix it up with a glass of red wine every now and then, or since we're in a cafe, black coffee from the dark side? Though considering your such a chocolate fiend maybe a mocha. " Honestly grinning for possibly the first time that day his eyes danced mischievously. It didn't bother him that he teased the boy that was already cheesed at him his voice equal parts taunting and charming. It sure didn't sound like an apology but that was what the text, stupid star wars reference and free chocolate flakes were for.

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Band Colours&OOC ⇩


Currently has all bands in apron pocket!!! Total = 30
5 - Purple 7 - Clear
1 - Black 2 - Dark Blue 2 - Lime Green 1 - Red 2 - Gold 1 - Blue 1 - Indigo
1※Glittery Green 1※Glittery Purple 1※Glittery Gold 1※Glittery Yellow 1※Glittery Clear 1※Glittery Blue 2※Glittery Orange

OOC: Sorry this took so long!



RaisonxDetre
iRsick
IronMeep

[RaisonxDetre]

✄ I want to keep my. ↘↘┊םєsιяєs hidden in my heart ✗✗ the truth is its a ＳＥＣＲＥＴ
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tab tab I can't go back from this deep prison in my heart.

★ ▌location !! ▬ cafe
★ ▌with !! ▬ Kay & Shota > Shota
★ ▌attire !! ▬ white button up, black sweater vest, ripped blue jeans, white sneakers, pink bunny hair clip

I'm a defeated person
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Sorin looked over to Kay while he took a slow sip of his beverage. It was beginning to grow cold from sitting still upon the matching saucer. When Kay excused himself, Sorin smiled warmly giving a short wave. "See you." Suddenly it was quiet. Not to mention awkward. Sorin slowly turned his auburn eyes to Shota who was sitting across from him with an unsure expression. Sorin couldn't tell if he was more mortified or angry. The blonde suddenly felt bad for tugging on one of his bands, but he had to see for himself why Shota was involved in this game if he, "had no interest", in men. Sorin remained silent as he set his cup back down onto the saucer. His eyes softened hearing the sighs escape Shota's breath. Instantly his heart began to pound within his chest when Shota stood to his feet. His words seemed sharp,causing Sorin to stiffen. Slowly the blonde got up onto his own feet. He waited a moment before he followed Shota, making sure the male didn't want to clobber him for the action he had just made. As they made their way to the washroom, Sorin's expression twisted in either embarrassment or disgust. Yet he continued to examine the situation that he had put Shota in, being sure to observe his body movements too. Sorin was always known to be the oblivious one. He stumbled upon his feet, his head was always in the clouds, and he looked by any aggression anyone made towards him with a friendly smile. Yet what people didn't realize was that he was a strong observer when he needed to be.

When the door closed behind them, it was instantly locked by Shota. Sorin continued to remain silent but his lips were pressed firmly together. His heart raced within his chest, causing his cheeks to grown warm. Shota pulled a piece of paper from his pocket to read over something. Sorin cleared his throat before parting his lips to say "It's to...makeout." he said with a shaky breath. Shota glanced at him, with a moment of silence to follow. The male then stated that Sorin should follow along until a loophole appeared. Did he mean to play along with the game until something happened to escape? Or did he mean to escape the kiss? Sorin blinked as he watched a slight grin appeared on Shota's lips. So to make payment for this Sorin would buy their food? This caused the male to furrow his brown. "So...it's like that." he mumbled under his breath as a smirk appeared upon his face. Play along. Hurry. Those words warped around in Sorin's head as Shota moved in for the kill.

It began with the warmth of his tongue gliding on his neck. Sorin felt himself suck in a breath. He never imagined anything to happen between him and the star player. He had always just felt himself idolizing him. How strong he was and how he always seemed to have so many people like him. In a way Sorin envied Shota. He felt a a warmth within his chest whenever Shota was near. Was it because of his own insecurities that he needed to have Shota around? Or was it something else? The male continued to work on Sorin's neck. Eventually Sorin felt a tug at his hair which pushed his head back slightly causing him to gasp. The blonde's eyes softened. This familiar feeling. A feeling he had always gotten around men. It was beginning to rise within his chest causing his heart to pound more loudly in his chest. When Shota pulled away from his neck, Sorin closed his eyes tightly to avoid looking at him. And then... that deep warmth upon his lips. Instinctively, Sorin wrapped his arms around Shota's neck. Sorin followed along with Shota's body actions. Moving closer when Shota pulled upon him. For a moment everything went blank. He had never felt this way when making out with someone before. He had done it plenty of times. But for some reason with Shota, it was different. When the male parted his lips, he felt like he was going to go crazy. Sorin swirled his tongue around Shota's, digging his own tongue into the male's mouth. He wanted to taste Shota. Feel their mixed exhales grow faster. Sorin placed a hand upon the back of Shota's head as their kiss grew more passionate. Shota pulled away to bite his lip in which Sorin groaned lightly to then proceeded to return to their kiss. It seemed like some time had passed when it was only a few moments, until finally it ended as Shota pulled away.

Sorin let Shota break free from his grasp, letting his hands fall to his waist. Sorin huffed lightly from the immense heated passion he had just felt. He watched as Shota made his way into a stall after mentioning that Sorin would pay for his food for the start of this whole scenario. Once Sorin heard the lock upon the stall door, he brought the back of his hand to his mouth, pressing it there for a moment. He then let his hand fall to his side then reached into his pocket as he walked over to the stall. He stood in front of it, looking over at the urinals then looking back at the stall door. "So. You are interested in men." Sorin began as he fished through his pocket for his wallet. "I was wondering why a ladies man like you would be involved in this game. The men I had seen at the meeting must be interested in men. I doubt this Tray guy could make two straight men do these things to each other without them putting up more of a fight first. I'm sure he was well aware of the people he selected. We are aware of our sexuality and feel comfortable doing these things if it means that our secret will be kept under wraps, right?" Sorin pulled a pink and white "Hello Kitty" wallet from his pocket. "Why hide it, Shota? It's an upsetting life isn't it? To be ashamed of what you truly like? It didn't seem like you were doing any sort of playing along." The blonde pulled out a few bucks from his wallet then put the wallet back into his pocket. He then tossed the money under the stall then made his way for the bathroom door. "Thanks for the kiss. I'm sorry it was gross for you."

Sorin opened the door, being sure it was shut behind him. The male made his way towards the exit of the cafe. Before he left, his eyes glanced towards the familiar brunette male with the emerald green eyes, the pink haired male he felt was Ion and Takeshi. The male wasn't sure how to feel. Many thoughts raced through his head before he bumped into the door of the cafe. The blonde rubbed the middle of his face, as a pained expression crossed his face before he opened the door and walked out.



x3 purple
x3 glittery purple
x3 pink
x3 glittery pink
x4 glittery yellow
x4 glittery gold
x3 glittery clear
x2 green
x2 glittery green
x2 limegreen
x3 blue
x3 dark blue
x4 glittery blue
x5 glow in the dark orange

Total = 42





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[Filia Diab0li]

Wearing: This ● With: Tray -> Self ● Location: Alley -> Front of Cafe

tab Ozlin had to resist tapping his fingers on the table or even his foot on the cement beneath them. He was one of those people. The kind that couldn't be completely still when anxious. His eyes stayed on Tray’s as he impatiently waited for a reply to his question. Predictions of what he might say ran through his mind, distracting him of the hand approaching his jelly banded wrist. By the time he processed the others body language and sudden closeness, his reflex was counterproductive. His wrist jerked away, just as a pink bracelet snapped. His gaze would’ve followed it to the ground, if he had not had his bracelet redeemed before he could even react.

tab The familiar and sudden pop of buttons on his shirt collar accompanied the trickle of cool metal on his now exposed skin. Ozlin felt his face flush. The heat in his cheeks and the tongue on his collarbone blocked out all thought. The tongue was soon replaced with the pressure of puckered lips. The pleasing pain of blood rushing to the skin followed by the dragging of a tongue piercing was dangerously stimulating.

tab A small sigh escaped Ozlin’s lips. Tray had pulled away and left with a whisper in his ear. He was disappointed it ended so soon.

“Whenever you’re ready”

tab Oh, he was ready. Thanks to the little teaser he just received. That was soon squashed and replaced with a flustered loathing at the nonchalance of the other. He hated the fact he was caught off guard. He couldn't detach himself from the embarrassment. Or from the lust.

tab Ozlin cleared his throat, and buttoned his collar closed, the new hickey disappearing under it.

“Uh, yeah, whatever.”

tab He turned his gaze away. Staring at Tray could either end in his cheeks turning an unsightly red, or he may just want to punch him. There was something about that kid that just riled him up. He thought that in itself was the most annoying thing. Then Tray winked at him.

tab Ozlin hustled home after that. The walk was long enough for him to calm down, to put that a*****e out of his mind, and out of his pants. He soon found himself upon the local cafe that was a well known spot in the area. He normally didn't go this way; it was longer. From across the street, he saw the blonde from the group exit the cafe.

“Isn’t that the guy that threw up?”

tab He hadn't looked too pleased. Ozlin decided not to catch his attention.



Bracelets:

7 yellow, 43 pink, 2 Gold, 5 Orange, 4 Purple, 4 Glittery Clear, 3 Glittery Gold, 3 Glittery Yellow, 2 Black

IronMeep

RaisonxDetre

[IronMeep]

♠♥♣♦Braclets♠♥♣♦

Pink - 2 Glittery Pink - 3 Red - 3
Orange - 4 Glittery Orange - 1 Glow in the dark Orange - 3 Yellow - 4 Glittery Yellow - 5 Gold - 2 Glittery Gold - 4
Lime Green - 3 Green - 4 Glittery Green - 3 Glow in the dark Green - 1
Light Blue - 2 Blue - 3 Glittery Blue - 2 Glow in the dark Blue - 2 Dark Blue - 3 Purple - 4 Glittery Purple - 4
Indigo - 3
Black - 4 White - 2 Clear - 4 Glittery Clear - 4
Total: 80

Tray had specifically picked today to start the game because Kay wasn’t supposed to be scheduled; if his work hours changed the guy could have at least told him so. It would have been so funny to see what the other players reactions would have been to the “King” of the school having been forced into a sex game. Perhaps they would be more threatened by his manipulative powers. Thinking about it Tray did suppose that they couldn’t talk as much as he would have liked before the game. He had technically been avoiding the other a little trying not to reveal his plans so it’s no wonder they couldn’t talk, much less about work schedules. It still really sucked though.

As he calmed down from his internal tantrum he began to take in his surroundings as he had trained himself to do over the years. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one that ended up here. There were four players (not counting himself and Kay) enjoying the café, it looked as if they paired off though Sorin like he may puke again as he left the building.

Out of the corner of his eye Tray saw Kay making his way towards him but didn’t acknowledge his presence till the blond nudged his foot. Tray opened his mouth to begin speaking an apology for disturbing him at work, it was really both of their faults and Tray didn’t miss the extra chocolate shavings on his order. He was going to but Kay started talking. Pouty-kins? He most certainly was not pouting. A glare rested on his face as he listened and took a large bite of the pie. He still had a mouth full of pie as he reached for the milk to wash it down but froze mid-way.

“Also, it doesn't help your cloak and dagger act when you order milk all the time. Maybe mix it up with a glass of red wine every now and then, or since we're in a cafe, black coffee from the dark side? Though considering your such a chocolate fiend maybe a mocha. "

He made a face at the mention of wine and coffee, both of those were so bitter even mocha with the addition of chocolate wouldn’t be able to erase the nasty after taste. There was absolutely nothing wrong with milk anyways, it went with everything. Just to spite him Tray lifted the glass and chugged down the whole thing not breaking eye contact.

“I’ll do what I want. Milk is fine. Don’t be stupid.” Tray held out his glass demanding seconds, “It’s not like I ask about your work anyways, I don’t care.” Try to look nonchalant. He took another large bite of pie, swallowing a few seconds later.

It seems like he should possibly apologize too, he had been overreacting a little tiny bit, “I guess you can come over later and trade the bracelets out, I have more at home.” Close enough.

Grwawr

OOC:

finally got some free time but ended up getting drunk with friends last night, finally replied, sorry for the wait.

[Hooni]

Takeshi watched in silence as Shota stood and proceeded to the restroom closely followed behind by the brilliant blonde. Hearing Ion choke back one of his chuckles, he took a quick glance at the male while turning back to the table. Ugh, the way he was looking at Shota was gross. Taki spent more than enough time with Ion to recognize his subtle looks. He was sure he knew what Ion was thinking. And shocked that he was slightly jealous of the fact that he was probably thinking what he was sure he was thinking. That was jealousy, right? The falling feeling in the pit of his stomach as soon as he figured what was going through Ion’s head. The lump slowly starting to form at the base of his throat. The fact that he was almost even pouting thinking about it. Nah, maybe it was something else. Could be … uh … envy? No, how about anger? Well yeah some of that. No! Disappointment! That’s it, could have been an intense case of disappointment. Because really? Ion and Shota? Gross.

“Yeah, I know ‘em.”

He mumbled looking back into the menu. Yeah, disappointment. Not jealousy at all.
“Sorin huh …” He continued to stare at the menu not really looking at anything in particular. The purple haired male’s pout shifted some when he finished hearing out Ion’s description of the blonde. “Wait, I think I know him.” He turned to look at the bathroom trying to remember where he knew of the guy. He had never seen him in his class before so he’s either older than him or younger. Maybe outside of school they met up.

“That’s it. I remember him now.”

He thought aloud. Takeshi had been walking somewhere and heard a ruckus. Some guys were being way too loud for no reason at all. So going to investigate it, the male found himself watching some guys fuss at a brilliant blonde for bumping one of them while walking. Silly. If he apologized just leave it at that. People like that pissed him off quite a bit. So Takeshi did what hopefully anyone else would do. He lend a helping hand to someone that needed it. By the time his heroic act was over with, he was more hungry than concerned about the blonde anymore. So his name slipped him. But hearing Ion say it made him remember. Sorin. It’s actually not that hard a name to forget. Thinking back to the deer like eyes staring widely at him that day, the purple haired male grinned. Now that he thought about it, he is "cute". ... He didn't seriously think that, did he?

“He does remind me of a puppy when I think about it.”

’Party? Oh … must be going out again.’

“Well it’s not like I have anything else to do.” He said closing the menu and placing it on the table.

He had been staring in the menu for quite some time with nothing to show for it. But his appetite escaped him. He honestly couldn’t think of a thing he wanted to eat. Which was going to hurt Ion in the long run. Because if he didn’t eat now, later on tonight he’d be whining and complaining right in Ion’s ear. Either forcing him to get something for him or to go home a little early and feed him. Wouldn’t be the first time Takeshi ate Ion out of house and home and wouldn’t be the last. Besides Ion’s food was better than some café’s food any day. Plus it was fun hearing him complain about how much Taki was eating and how he was going to wake up fat one day. It’s true, he has gained a little weight. But there was no way in hell he was going to let Ion know that. Then he’d just rub it in his face and never stop.

“Actually I’m not hungry. Believe it or not. I seemed to have lost my appetite.”

He mumbled the last part before looking to Ion. It was then he heard the bathroom door shut and saw Sorin walking out in a huff. “He seems frustrated.” Taki commented looking back to his friend across from him.

“You think nothing happened?”



ciandera

Very crap post sorry.



x5 Pink - One has been popped
x5 Glittery Purple - One has been popped
x6 Orange
x4 Indigo
x4 Glittery Gold
x3 White
x4 Glow in the Dark Orange
x4 Gold
x5 Purple
x3 Yellow
x3 Black
x5 Light Blue
x4 Glittery Blue