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winterling42, darkargo,
gingerprincessannie, and myself.
Do not post but feel free to browse.

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ceath and karl own a bar in the exotic city of megitau. kindle owns the property, they pay rent, everyone lives in the condos above the super fancy bar. julian moves in. shenanigans.

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apartment a:
room i: kai && faron
room ii: royale
room iii: angelina && shaun

apartment b:
room i: julian
room ii: ceath && amelia

apartment c:
room i: skye
room ii: stan && aneira

apartment d:
room i: karl && daela

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[Winterling42]

Julian was still entirely unsure this was the proper procedure (or that his new roommate was following any kind of procedure at all). First an interview, which was way less formal than he'd thought it'd be, and then such a specific time to move in. It was a good thing Julian hadn't really brought much more stuff than he'd need in a dorm room. He figured he'd move things gradually out of his parent's house after this. The apartment was a bit more permanent, anyway.
"Okay, I suppose just put boxes on the floor and I'll unpack them later." Julian deposited the heavy trunk at the foot of the stripped-down bed, already tired and he'd only made two trips. Without Ceath to help him the student doubted he'd be able to get everything in before dark. The days were getting short, now, and he didn't want to be running in and out of the dim car park at night. "Thanks again for helping me move my stuff in." He stopped to stretch, sighing at the number of boxes he still had in his car down two halls and a long elevator ride.

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Ceath gave Julian a broad smile as the dark skinned man seemed to deflate in front of him. “Don’t worry about it.” The bronze skinned man placed a reassuring hand on Julian’s shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. It had seemed appropriate enough in his copper colored eyes. They were to be roommates so naturally they would become friends. He looked back at the door and kicked it casually with his too clean sneakers, causing the door to hit the frame a little bit harder then he would’ve liked. With a sheepish smile he looked back at Julian. “We don’t have to get everything right now.” His words were genuine enough—Ceath knew that Amelia wouldn’t return from her work out until five and the old grandfather clock that leaned pristinely against the desolate walls read 2:30.

The ginger prince wasn’t one for modesty in the slightest. He had greeted Julian with a casual hug and an obvious lack of understanding the social norms of clothing. The young man was wearing a pair of loose fit jeans barely hanging on him by a belt that looked as if it had been worn for one to many years. His chest was bare but looked polished regardless. Tattoos covered his naked form with grace from the intricate elegance of a Celtic knot too a red ink dragon climbing up his left arm to rest viciously on the area between his shoulder and collarbone. He wasn’t a man of conventional work—that much was obvious based on his multitude of piercings he had (which to count for would be one n****e ring, three cartilage rings on his right ear—two on his left, and two “normal” ear rings in both ears). But he was a good enough man, or at least, he liked to think so and he more than hoped Julian would too.

Feeling eyes caress his bareback Ceath glanced at the three people sitting on top of the peach colored couch. Amelia had bought it when they had first moved into the apartment three years ago. She said it would stand out nicely against the stark white of the walls and the sleek dark wood floors—he hadn’t thought of it much then and continued to not think much of it. His only thought on the piece of furniture was that anything looked better then the leather mint couch she had wanted. Now, looking at it, he thought even the mint colored couch would’ve been better in the room then the curly haired blonde sandwiched in between the beautiful ginger princess and the lanky thick tonged shell of a man.

“You could help.” Ceath suggested with an annoyed huff. He didn’t mean it, he knew if any of them attempted to help it would just slow the process down or result in someone getting hurt. But it didn’t change the fact that someone could have at least pretended to offer.

Skye gave him a sour face. “It would mess up my hair.” The Korean man had long flowing yellow blonde hair that he was more then proud of. He thought it framed his heart shaped face nicely and if anyone ever told him otherwise he would crush them underneath the heel of his eight inch stilettos. He was wearing an intricate powder blue dress with more bows then Ceath had ever seen gathered in one place. Dressed the way he currently was, it would’ve been a death wish to attempt to carry anything over four pounds.

He hadn’t been lying about his hair though, it was a very needy beast and he couldn’t afford it getting frizzy. It was less likely that the new man on the hall would pay him any mind if he let his curly hair frizz. Skye didn’t normally curl his beautiful blonde hair but today had been a special occasion. He had heard Ceath the night before, yelling goodbyes to a stranger in the hall, and couldn’t help but look out the peephole to see what had pulled him from the bar so early in the night. Skye was more then pleasantly surprised on seeing an unnaturally gorgeous young man awkwardly shuffling from the apartment. Naturally, the Korean man had to know who he was and slipped from his apartment to Ceath’s. The ginger was more then reluctant to give details to Skye—the two didn’t exactly have a healthy relationship—but with enough persistence the ginger prince had given in.

Now all Skye wanted to do was watch and hope that Ceath wouldn’t be the only one to take off his shirt.

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It took Aneira a moment to refocus her attention from Ceath’s body to his voice. She looked with dazed green eyes, then blinked as she realized what he’d said. “Oh, um.” A light blush covered her pale cheeks while she tried to think of an excuse.
When Ceath had invited them down to the apartment, she didn’t think that she would actually ever get a chance to help. At four foot eleven, she wasn’t exactly the person someone would call upon to help with things like moving. She twisted a long strand of red hair around her finger as her mind raced.
“Well, you seem to be taking a break now anyway,” she said in a somewhat timid voice. She tucked one small sandaled foot under the other as she recrossed her ankles, shifting in her place tucked between Skye and the arm of the peach couch.

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Stan couldn't keep his eyes off of the newcomer. He barely even saw Ceath, despite the fact that the ginger man was parading around without a shirt on. He didn't care about that. He looked past him to see the dark skinned man with the mesmerizing green eyes. He blinked at Ceath's voice, but barely heard him, all of his attention focused on Julian. His heart raced.
"No, yeah, I'll totally help," he said in a faraway voice. Then he blushed, realizing just how out of it he must have sounded. He hoped the others hadn't noticed, or just chalked it up to him being bored. Then he wondered what Julian thought and chastised himself internally for not paying closer attention to what was going on around him. He didn't want to seem dull witted in front of the gorgeous dark skinned man. He cleared his throat a little. "Yes, I can help after you take a break," he said in a stronger, clearer voice.

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"There's not that much more, then," Julian said, glancing over to thank the boy on the couch. He hadn't exactly been introduced; his best guess was that the odd trio lived in one of the apartments nearby. "With your help we should be able to carry it all up in one trip." He smiled a little in place of a 'thank you'. He searched silently for something to say; small talk wasn't exactly his strong point. "Um. Do you all work around here?" He asked, sliding down to sit on the floor instead of going to look for a chair.

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Ceath gave a roll of his eyes as he watched the three on the couch. He couldn’t deny that Julian was beautiful, desirable, and well, a whole lot of other things that deserved praise but the obvious lack of attention toward the ginger prince was a little more than annoying. Ceath found himself just as attractive as the other man and just as capable in most areas. He couldn’t deny that Julian was fundamentally more intelligent but in Ceath’s eyes that didn’t make him any better.

Biting back jealousy he thought of how it wasn’t Julian’s fault that he was getting so much attention and let his hands unclench. The tattooed man looked over at the overly pretty red haired woman he cared so much about and felt his heart tighten. She looked dazed, as if she had been in a trance and wondered if it had been that easy to lose her attention. He gave her a bitter smile after she spoke. “Thanks.” He, of course, didn’t want her to help. He was fully aware that she wouldn’t be comfortable and maybe not capable of helping—but it was the thought that could have counted.

He shifted his attention back to Julian and pointed toward the couch, “That’s Aneira, Skye, and Stan.” His finger moved to the appropriate person on the plush couch, keeping his tone as even as he could muster. He didn’t care even a bit about Skye or Stan’s blatant attraction—neither man really interested him. Stan was too young and too shy for Ceath’s liking, even though the boy had showed interest in him at one point, there wasn’t anything appealing about him. Skye, well, that was a story for another time.

Skye paid no mind to Ceath, he didn’t feel there was any reason too. He then grinned wildly at Julian as he looked towards the couch. Unconciously he began to fiddle with his blonde locks in a(n attempted) sensual manner. “Hi.” He said with an overly sweet voice and a flirtatious wave of his perfectly manicured hand. There was a strong sense of desire spilling from him as well as an overpowering scent of wildflowers. He had hoped the scent would make him more appealing—and based on Julian’s reaction (or what Skye received as Julian’s reaction) it was working.

Ceath let out an irritated sigh—a spurt of jealousy running through his veins. Without another comment towards anyone in the room he slid his hands in his pockets. He shook his pretty ginger head dismissively at the blonde and looked towards his own bare feet. He made a mental note to have Badb paint his nails when she got back from the gym and walked to the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink Julian?”

When a question came from Julian’s precious lips, Skye slid from the couch and sauntered toward the dark skinned man. “No.” The golden skinned male said as he stopped about two feet in front of Julian. He wasn’t one to follow social norms when it came to personal space. His dark brown eyes slid up and down him carelessly. “What about you sweetheart?”

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Aneira looked at the attractive dark haired man, green eyes sliding over his body as she took in his looks. She answered his question with a nod. “Yeah, I work downstairs in the bar. I’m a waitress.” Her voice sounded a little disgruntled though she tried to keep her feelings about the job hidden. Waitressing was not her ideal job, but it kept her in an apartment and flirting with the patrons wasn’t so bad. She’d decided when she first got the job that she couldn’t really complain about it. Plus, she knew if she did it would probably hurt Ceath’s feelings, and she didn’t want to do that. She glanced at Ceath, pink lips forming a smile.

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Stan practically glowed when Julian addressed him, and the small smile that graced his lips made Stan's heart stutter. "I-I bus tables at the bar," he said in response to the dark-skinned man's question. He chastised himself internally for his timid tone.

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Julian was not as oblivious as he perhaps would have liked to be. He could tell there was tension in the room, but had hoped he could avoid it for his first afternoon in the building. He would (work up the courage to) talk to Ceath about physical boundaries (shirts optional) and try not to be too freaked out by moving into a new apartment. He admitted to himself that the place wasn't exactly homelike, but he could handle it.
Most of it.
He was fine with awkwardly bad flirting, and overly strong perfume (though it did embarrass him). The blush was more for Skye's sake than his (he didn't understand how anyone could be so painfully obvious and not realize it was in bad taste). He'd barely glanced over to Ceath to ask for a glass of water, and his unwanted admirer had 'snuck' up from the side. Sneaking wasn't really a thing you could do in high heels. Or at least, it wasn't a thing for Skye.
Skye stopped just at the edge of 'too close for comfort'. To balance his sense of growing unease, Julian stood again, his expression going from embarrassed to nettled. "I'm going to school at the university," he said as cooly as he could. "I suppose I'll be working in the bar with most everyone else." Each word was growing a little more clipped as he attempted to set at least a few limits for Skye and for everyone else in the room.

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Skye only blinked at Julian’s words. Any discomfort the man in front of him might have been trying to display was completely over the Korean man’s head. “Well, a bar isn’t a suited place for you.” He said the words in a low, sultry tone. His eyes dancing over the young man once more. Skye knew better then to talk bad about the bar—but Ceath was too busy sulking to notice and Skye was too rude to really care. “What are you going to school for?” His eyes flickered up to Julian’s bright green ones.

Without warning he grabbed Julian’s hand and pulled him towards the peach couch. “Come, sit with us.” He demanded and sandwitched the dark skinned man in between Stan and himself. “I imagine you must be incredibly smart.” Skye complimented, leaning toward Julian. “Smart and beautiful, I wonder, what else are you?”

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Ceath’s bare feet scraped against the glossy hard wood floor as he walked into the small room that claimed the title kitchen. It was an awful pale yellow that neither he nor his roommate really cared for but neither had the time or patience to try and figure out a color scheme for it that they would both be happy with. Ceath was always looking for brighter and bolder colors while Amelia liked soft, simplistic styles. The cabinets were a honey colored wood that stood out awkwardly against the pale of the room and the appliances they had were a mix of silver and black—depending on who had bought the item.

He opened up the newly bought fridge (for their old fridge had died about a month prior) and pulled out two bottled waters. The tap, for lack of a better term, was nasty and Ceath would not wish it on anyone—not even his worst enemy. He wasn’t sure if his new roommate had wanted ice or not, but on not receiving specifics (and not wanting to do dishes) he decided to just take the cold bottle out to him. “Here.” He said as he tossed the bottle half heartedly, he had hoped the dark skinned man would catch it. An amused smile spread itself across Ceath’s lips as he interrupted Skye’s torment.

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Stan let out a small alarmed squeak as suddenly Julian was pressed close against his side. He felt his cheeks heat up and knew he was blushing. There was nowhere for him to go and he swallowed hard, attempting to reign in his runaway imagination. He clasped his hands over his lap, shifting uncomfortably. The warmth from Julian's body reached his body and he closed his eyes. He wanted to leave, but at the same time, he was thrilled by the closeness.

[Winterling42]

Regretting very much his usual lack of initiative (like pulling away when he could have) Julian let out an aggravated sigh. "I'm studying English, if you must know." He said, clasping his hands together so that he could keep both of them. That was about the moment Ceath threw the water at him, resulting in a haphazard attempt to disentangle his own hands before getting hit in the head. Needless to say, it did not go well. Julian rescued the water from where it'd fallen on the floor, apologizing to Stan (who'd been clunked in the knee as it rebounded off of Julian's wrist). For about five seconds his embarrassment outweighed his discomfort, and to hide it he took several gulps of water. He really had been thirsty, at least.

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Skye looked at Julian with eager eyes. "English?" He mused over the thought for a moment and then smiled. "Why would someone as pretty as you want to do something as silly as that?" It had seemed innocent enough in Skye's eyes. After all, to Skye, beauty was one of the most important factors when it came to people. Career choice was also important, but passion was the most. Right as he was about to ask Julian another question his dark eyes watched the dark man get hit with a water bottle. Skye turned his attention to Ceath and glared at him for interrupting his moment.

Ceath couldn't help himself, when Julian awkwardly fumbled at grabbing the bottle the ginger prince let out a roaring, beautiful laugh. It wasn't a harsh laugh, just a simple schoolboy sort of laugh when you find something funny that isn't really funny at all. After a moment (with his hands placed on his knees from laughing to hard) he apologized to Julian. He walked over towards his new roommate and bent down to look at his face. "Don't fuss, I just wanna see how bad it got."