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 Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:21 pm
Today was going to be a typical day.
Demetri Wright would actually drag himself out of bed and maybe, just maybe, putz around a bit. Z was still wary of him going very far (afterall he had just gotten out of the hospital), and so any real trips to the awesome outside world would have to be postponed or face the wrath of Z. The little candy trip had already earned a great deal of scowling, so for once he was just going to play it safe. Even if it sucked.
It was somewhere in the middle of digging through his closet in nothing but boxers that the thought hit him. And by hit it really did -hit- him as something or other tumbled out of his closest and onto his head wielding a bow. A big, rainbow bow that had been ripped off of some present or another. Presents came from celebrations. Like birthdays.
...Z's birthday.
The blonde yelped in surprise and leapt back out of his closet (still in nothing more than boxers) and then scrambled around the room to do something for Z's birthday. Something 'special'.
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And so, about an hour later the room was ready for Z's return. Glowsticks scattered on the floor and beds as some sort of twisted version of rose petals? Check! Mr. Tenebrous out and decorated with glowsticks as well? Check! One boyfriend waiting? Check! Though now the rainbow bow had been added to his wardrobe along with the boxers.
Though on second thought -clothes- would have probably been a good idea, considering his sides were still all bruised up around his ribs and there was still a not so nice looking burn on his back. But he simply didn't have time between all the rampant decorating to actually get dressed. Besides, he was the present! So a bow would do. Right? Right!
Now to just lay sprawled on the bed and wait. Unfortunately waiting also sucked and he had worn himself out. So sometime during the waiting Demy fell asleep. On Z's bed. In boxers and a bow.
Well, at least it'd be a surprise.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:33 pm
Just a normal day, he was thanking his lucky stars for that as he made his way back to the dorm room.
Just a nice quiet day and he was feeling -damned- lucky because his mother Hadn't called either...
He swung the door open and heard something 'clack' against it and roll and, made the grave error of not checking to see how much -else- might be underfoot before he stepped in to investigate, suspecting ONE glowstick... not what must have been most of Dem's stash.
"SONofa!!" He swore catching the doorknob and the back of his own desk chair which tilted dangerously as he tried to regain his footing after stepping on one of the 'offending' glowsticks.
What the HELL?
His jaw dropped as he righted himself, the whole -room- looked like a rave.
He stood and carefully stepped further into the room and closed and locked the door behind him more as habit than out of any suspicion on what lay on his bed.
"Dem?" he called wondering if he'd walked into the middle of some kind of party between him and Alex.
"Dem? Where are YOoooou"
He stared at the bed, the blush creeping not just up his cheeks but down his neck and over his ears. He thought if you could see his scalp -that- would have been blushing too.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:41 pm
"BUTMISTERWONKAIDIDN'T-MEAN-TOEATALLYOURCANDY!"
It was a random response, a remnant of some dream he was having as the blonde sat straight up and bed and stared in sleepy surprise at the other.
Wait.
...Z?
"HI Z!"
Fighting off sleep, the boy scrambled out of the bed (yiping and yelping, but ******** it he -was- going to greet his buddy!) and gestured around the room.
"Like it? Huuuh? huh huh? HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!"
He was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly ignoring the other's blush.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:45 pm
Zac blinked a few times and kept staring, he was fairly sure from how hot his cheeks were that he'd progressed past 'red' and was somewhere in the spectrum of 'early bruise' rather than blush.
"....oh...." he said in strangled tones trying very hard to concentrate on what Dem was saying rather than the fact he was dressed up like a present.
".... oh yeah.... Birthday...."
He cleared his throat and looked around again, oh god... Tenebrous was ready to rave too, oh god, yes, he could focus on the bear.
"It... it... looks, amazing!" He said trying very hard to remember where he had just dropped his vocabulary.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:53 pm
Well just try and focus on something else with Demy at your side trying to hug you Z. Just try it.
"I'm glad you like it man! S-sorry I couldn't do much else, but next time we go out somewhere I'll get you something REALLY awesome, though I dunno how you get much more awesome than me but we can try!"
The poor kid was worried about not doing enough for his boyfriend on his birthday. It was cute, in some sad pathetic lack of clothes way. It would probably be cuter if mostly naked Demy wasn't still trying to hug onto the other.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:00 pm
"N..N... No need!" He flustered "Well I mean, u...unless you w-want to put some pants on...tha...thats fine, we can uhhh, we can do dinner...out. Tacos."
Yes, tacos, anything that involved pants, and no hugging without pants. "You did great! You really did! I hadn't even thought about it, and uh...well it was.. a Surprise! It was defiantly a surprise!"
Think about tacos, think about tacos oh god think about tacos...and the bear, tacos and bears, yes...
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:10 pm
"I did? Yay! Score one for me! But I'm still getting you something else whether you say no or not. You -deserve- more than one present anyway, so there!"
There had maybe been some half-hearted whine about not feeling like changing until the idea of -tacos- fully hit him.
"Tacos? Really? But it's YOUR birthday Z, you can pick something else if you want! Not..that I'd complain about tacos because man they're tacos but I wouldn't complain if you wanted something else either, ya know?"
He was thankfully moving towards his closet, hopefully to find some pants.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:18 pm
He let out a slow breath of relief at the sight of Dem meandering to the closet...and then turned away again to make sure, doubly sure, he wasn't staring. Nope... not at all...nothing to look at.
"Tacos are great!" He said choking back something of a squawk as he fought small internal battles. "Uh... I don't know maybe soft serve after? I think the stands are open about now, its been a while..."
He flustered and reached to pick up Mister Tenebrous and played a little with the glowstick around his neck.
Really given Dem's attachment to these things, the gesture of the room was, rather incredible.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:47 pm
Hey, no glowstick spared for Z's little surprise party! The blonde had cracked just about every one he had, minus the few he kept to ward off the evil evil dark when he slept at night. Z should have been honored, if anything.
"Why do you sound so nervous Z-man? Didja have a bad day?"
He had pants now! Except they were the most obnoxious colored pants he possibly could have dug up. There was more than one occasion where he had to save them from being burned or otherwise disposed of. He still loved this particular pair of pants.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:57 pm
"Ah... no sorry, no not bad...I was just, stunned at the number of glowsticks. That's wow... I was just thinking its got to be most of your supply! We should get some more while we're out."
He really needed no reminder how much the meant to Dem, it was a very basic part of his 'relationship' with Dem even from the start.
He sounded MUCH calmer even with 'the terrible trousers' having been broken out for use. Rainbow jeans... really who MADE things like that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 2:13 pm
Whoever made such a thing was pretty high on Demy's list of amazing people.
"It's all of em cept a few I kept just in case. Took a while to crack them all man, but it was worth it. The room looks badass."
He was digging again, this time for a shirt. He eventually found one proclaiming his expert status on Guitar Hero and pulled it on. It hurt, and the motion earned a hiss of pain. But he was dressed and ready to go for tacos!
"Whatever you wanna do, it's -your- day man, so let's go!"
He was thrilled to be with Z! And...also thrilled he was going to be let out of the dorm. Thank god.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 2:19 pm
Zac winced sympathetically at Dem's hiss of pain. "Are you sure you want to go out, how are your ribs, if you just say fine I swear I'll..."
He faltered trying to think of a threat that wouldn't be TOO mean given the great glow stick sacrifice.
"Taco's, glow sticks, then we'll see?" He offered tentative, and pondered picking up some more aloe for Dem's back as well though he didn't bring it up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 2:30 pm
"No no I wanna go out, PLEASE we have to go out, don't make me stay here any longer Z cmon please please please?"
His voice had taken on that desperate tone, hands clasped together in a mock of praying as he pleaded with the boy.
"I've been here -all day- being good and I'm just so bored and pleaseeeeeee Z! I'll go easy! Really! And...okay they hurt but I can handle it, I promise!"
His lip stuck out in some epic form of pout as he kept up his pleading and even turned to the dreaded puppy dog stare. He just could -not- stay in this room the rest of the day. He'd simple die of boredom!
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 2:38 pm
"Ok! OK!... We can go out!" He held up his hands in surrender and actually rolled his head and chuckled.
"Come on then, Let's hit the town." He carefully patted Dem's arm where he was pretty sure there were no burns.
He opened the Door for Dem and had to chuckle, he had every intent of letting this be more of a Dem day than a 'birthday'
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 3:04 pm
"YES!"
He bent to scoop up a glowstick (met with more hissing, but damnit he'd be fine) and walked out the door with Z in tow.
"We're gonna look for a present for you too! And -I'm- gonna buy it, and it'll be great. Okay?"
He -still- had the bow on.
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