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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:53 am
He had woken up first, a wrong shift in his sleep sending waves of pain through his body. He had woken up with a start, taking a few moments to figure out just what was going on.
Z was beside him...Z! Oh god Z, was he okay?! Demy sat up with a groan and looked over his roomie. There was a note of despair in the little noise he made when he realized just what had happened. Bruises, around his roomie's neck..bruises he had caused.
How could he?! Just..oh GOD what was he thinking?!
Sliding out of the bed now, cringing as his steps brought him over to the rental guitar. God he needed to get that back to the store didn't he? But it wouldn't hurt to play just a little longer... Grabbing it, the blonde moved his way back to the bed and flopped to the floor with a grunt. Back against the bed, eyes to the door, he wasn't letting anyone near his roommate. He was going to protect him god damnit.
Even if the only reason Z was hurt now was because of him...
Demy dragged the guitar into his lap, and started to softly play. At the very least, he was getting better at this whole guitar thing. He'd make Z proud damnit. He'd do something right.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:10 am
Z shifted sleepily, Dem moving left a 'colder' line down his back that pulled him closer to wakefulness, but at first all he did was peer carefully from heavy lidded eyes to see what was going on, before he admitted to being awake.
A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth to see Dem strumming the guitar gently... he knew that song.
"Just don't give up, I'm working it out... Please don't give in, I won't let you down, it messed me up need a second to breathe, just keep calling around...whatdoya want from me..." He broke in softly...
His singing was rough at the edges from the previous evening, but it was... good, clear notes and a good tone even if it lacked confidence.
Actually even with the rough edges it was better than his Violin playing to be honest.
He trailed off faltering a note and made a small hmm sound.
"... I paid the rental fee on it..." he noted flicking a finger towards the guitar without sitting up yet. "and that... plastic by the door is for you. It's -not- booze."
Just like everything was 'normal'.
"How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:23 am
Singing, someone was singing, and Demy couldn't help but join in. His own voice was nothing spectacular, but who cared? It wasn't like he was performing for anyone...
Wait...if someone was singing....
He stopped the playing with a start and turned to eye his roomie. Z was awake! And wait...what?
"Z...y-you didn't have to pay it for me! And..what?"
He glanced over at the door, eying the plastic for a moment. What was that??
"Are YOU okay?!"
He totally ignored the question to his own health, slowly pushing himself off the floor. It was only when he felt that Z would be okay for the brief moment it took him to cross the room that he dared go inspect the package.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:48 am
Z sighed and sat up rubbing his eyes and then rubbed his arms, the seasonal chill felt like it lingered in the room even though it was his fault that the heater was normally rather high.
"I was in the right place to cover it so I did..." He shrugged. "Your ignoring my question though." He said dipping his chin in a warning of 'irritation'.
He rubbed at his neck and winced slightly as he pressed too hard. He didn't want to think how it looked, but Demy looked at least a hundred times worse with blackened eye and bandages. He stood and shuffled to his cupboard and pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around his neck and held out his hands as though to say 'there...all better' before sitting down again.
"Answer and open your package." he instructed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:57 am
"I owe you man..."
And there was something very final in his tone. He was -going- to pay Z back whether his friend liked it or not. End of story.
He was cringing, leaning down to snag the plastic off the floor. With a final glance to his friend (at least the scarf hid the bruises, but Demy still knew they were there...), he opened up the package.
...And in about 10 seconds Z would regret ever giving it to him, because that shirt was -totally- out and the blonde was fiddling with it trying to get it to play something that didn't sound horrible.
"Man this is SO COOL"
There we go! The usual Demy response. Fascinated by everything and sounding rather joyful. Even if he looked like hell.
"Dude..seriously. THANK YOU man!"
And he was still playing with it, and still avoiding that question. At least his pokes at the shirt were sounding better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:07 am
"Demy..." He said firmly at first and then repeated it softer, pleading "Dem..."
He paused to make sure he had his attention for a moment.
"Please, answer the question?" He gave him, a look he'd not EVER used in Dem's presence before. Hell it had been years since he used it on-anyone-.
Damn bambi eyes.
"Please?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:12 am
"What man?"
His attention was still focused on the shirt, but Z was still talking and...
Oh..GOD. What was that look?! Demy stopped and stared a moment, not knowing how to react.
"Z...?"
He fidgeted nervously. God he didn't want Z to worry about him. But...that face.
"I'm f-fine man! Really!"
He didn't sound so sure.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:14 am
A continued Bambi eyed stare, now plus 'worry face'...
"You sound less than certain of that." he said with that same worried pleading tone in his voice.
a moments pause and he patted the bed beside him, an invitation to join him.
"C'mon... sit...talk to me."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:19 am
Demy held that shirt to his chest like it'd protect him against the world. Funny how Z had done that just the night before...
"Um...o-okay....."
The blonde walked over, the movements awkward (and at one point even -limped-). Eventually he was there, and slowly he sat down next to his friend.
"Um...l-look!"
He played a few notes on the guitar-shirt again. Cmooon Z man, be distracted...he really was afraid to talk.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:25 am
Z sighed softly and nudged him with his shoulder gently.
"Dem, you -limped- on your way back here, you don't have to tell me.. what happened. But tell me if your ok... if you need to see a Doctor..." He shook his head, sighed again.
"I can see your afraid of something, whatever your, caught up in, if I can help, I want you to -find- a way to tell me alright?"
He swallowed hard against the memory of the down right demented stare of the 'stranger' last night. Demy, but -not-... he couldn't reconcile it and the bruises. It was like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:32 am
....Crap. There was no getting out of this. Z was too smart to be distracted by something so simple. That was Demy's gig afterall.
"I...I d-don't need a doctor. R-really man, I'm fine."
He was stuttering, tripping all over his own words. Very un-Demy-like.
"I j-just...got caught up in a f-f-fight...at the b-burger place. That's all.."
Shirt lowered to his lap, Demy flashed the best grin he could muster up.
"G-guess it was my turn, ya know? Y-you're always getting shoved into lockers and s-stuff..."
Against his better judgement he was moving, moving to wrap the shorter boy in his arms and give him a reassuring hug.
"I'm sorry..."
No explanation, nothing more than whispered words in his ear. But he had to do something. Had to say something. He felt so horrible about hurting his friend.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:39 am
He froze for a moment in the hug. Unsure how to react to being hugged by Dem, especially as scared as Dem seemed. He'd -get- to the bottom of this. He didn't like the idea that someone, or something else had its talons in HIS Dem.
And while he could have worked out, any number of perfectly logical reasons for why he felt so strongly about it, he simply raised a cautious arm and hugged back.
The sorry gave him pause though, was it sorry for... deceptions? For not saying?, or was it a sorry for -last night-. There was no way to confirm. And the longer he talked to Dem the less he -wanted- to believe that they were the same, even after the change he'd seen in that face after he'd been dropped.
"Well..." he teased. "Maybe we can swing you a 'tough guy' reputation with all those bruises. If anyone asks, tell them they should see the other guy eh?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:47 am
He was hugging back. Z was hugging back. Demy couldn't help the grin spreading across his face. Z. His Z. Was hugging him back.
He could really get used to this feeling...
"Maybe..."
Demy was laughing and slowly pulling away. Heh, tough guy. Him. Right. That story would totally fly.
"I'm not going to classes man..not today."
Here he flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Hurt too much..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:52 am
Z shot him 'that' look he always got when someone said they were skipping class but it faded at the reason.
"Alright..." He said with a nod. "...but I'll get your homework for you." he added with a tone of finality.
he twisted around to stare down at Dem...
There was an odd little smile on his face for just a moment, totally 'un-z', and it vanished almost as fast as it came with his normal mask of 'serious business face' as someone once called it.
"I'll bring back lunch." He added. "requests?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:59 am
Was...that a smile? The hint of a blush creeping in? God it was gone so quick but he could swear he had seen it. Weird...
And yet, comforting.
Demy grinned back, happy that his friend had relented and was going to leave him here in the room (though the mention of homework brought a groan). He needed some time to just...sleep some more. Or something. He'd feel better later. Really! He was fine.
"Tacos man...you find some tacos and I'll love you forever"
Not that he didn't already, but he figured it got the point across rather nicely.
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