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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:01 am
Come here if you feel sick or become injured, and the school doctor will take care of you ASAP!
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:19 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack turned to head off to the dorms and especially that shower. He could practically feel the hot water pouring over his skin and almost salivated in anticipation. Yes, definitely shower. If he had to walk straight in with his clothes on and walk back out stark naked. He reached the bottom of the stairs and nearly forgot anyone else was with him until he felt the caught the light touch on his side, turning in surprise. Kaito had been pretty distant since the fight. Though now that he thought back, Jack remembered Kaito had actually been like that since Dion had come up to the roof with them. Well hell, now that the population had diminished, maybe he’d go back to bantering with Jack.
The shower nudged at his mind, but his attention had already been drawn away from the so tempting hot water and he adjusted his course, tagging after Kaito until a few quick steps let him catch up with the silent boy. He didn’t let himself consider the sudden change, didn’t give himself time to think about it. His brain did that from time to time, shifting focus so fast he got whiplash. But it said something about what his subconscious had decided, even if he didn’t want to pay attention. It said something about his level of interest. He’d turned down a hot shower for god’s sake. Granted, not forever. But it was still a lot to give up just to see if he could tease a few more words out of someone.
“Doc, did you like the fight?” he asked, grinning. His expression was a little lop sided, a little tired. He moved a few quick steps, turning so he could see Kaito’s face again. The boy looked rather put out at going to the effort of helping him. That didn’t deter Jack in the slightest. Rather, it egged him on. Seeing expression on Kaito’s too often blank face was fun. Maybe if he was good he could make it turn colors. Maybe if he was bad, he could make it turn colors faster.
He wanted to persuade Kaito to talk to him again, to get a peek behind the mask the way he had before. He moved so he was walking close to the artist and put a hand on his arm, tugging him back a bit to slow the pace. “Hang on,” he said through a breath of frustration. “Foot hurts.” Which of course was why they were currently entering the nurse’s office, but still.
“Are you worried about me?” he couldn’t resist asking, eyelids lowering slightly as his lips curved into an amused smile. Kaito wouldn’t be able to resist firing an answer back at that, surely.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:38 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  The blue haired artist turned his head ever so slightly when he realized he was, in fact, being followed. He hadn't expected that and surprise ghosted through the annoyance but failed to touch the rest of his expression as he caught sight of Jack moving up to level with him. As soon as he verified who it was his head turned back facing forward so he didn't do anything idiotic like trip over a desk left in the hall or something. He was already on edge as it was. Not that he got much relief that way as the red-head and moved a few steps forward in order to turn and watch his expression. His slate blue eyes slide towards the other male.
"You favour your right side, but it was acceptable."the artist replied, 'like' was probably too much of a word. He'd never been entertained by others actions, but a part of him that was rather tightly locked under control at the moment had enjoyed watching the red-head move. which was why he was so adimatly staying away from words like 'like'. Can of worms he didn't want to open. Just thinking that much of it had him breaking their gaze to stare off at a point in the distance.
At least until a hand caught his arm and tugged backwards, pure startled surprise replaced the deadpan expression. He didn't get touched like that, even casual touching was discouraged quickly enough that no one brushed up against him. Slate blue orbs, wide and almost soft with surprise, turned towards Jack who had forced him to slow with a complaint about his foot. Without his conscious agreement to do so his pace dropped considerably to make sure he wasn't moving too fast. A faint pink touching his cheeks which only got brighter with Jack's next question.
"D-don't be ridiculous."Kaito denied instantly, turning his head sharply to the side to avoid the look the red-head was giving him that was causing some rather interesting reactions. His angle making sure his longer hair hide his expression from sight. "I would rather not be stepping in your blood in the morning, is all."he shrugged slightly. Having made no move to free his hand, but currently that was at the end of his list of worries.
Kaito was busy frantically trying to rebuild walls that a simple TOUCH had destroyed. This was why he hated people so much, granted none of them had gotten through to him as effortlessly as his room mate did...he forced his thoughts away from that and tried for distance another way. Concentrating on the lines of the floor he was staring at till he was sure he had himself in line.
"Why, do you WANT me to be worried about you?"he drawled back a moment later once he had himself shut back down, not long enough to be painfully obvious about what he'd done. He'd gotten his face mostly under control, other than the slate blue orbs which were flickering through emotions almost too fast to be followed. He needed to get away from the male, it was obviously bad for him to be around him, yet every time he decided to do so he found himself staying. It was developing into a serious problem.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:31 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack decided to take Kaito’s editorial of the fight as a compliment. It seemed like as close to one as the blue haired young man ever got anyway. And he did favor his right side after all. It was where most of his power came from, his strength. Who wouldn’t favor that? He watched Kaito, making a note of the point when his eyes darted away. It was interesting. Sometimes if you knew when a person usually broke eye contact, having them hold or terminate such a look in an unusual amount of time could tell you something was up. In most people it might not matter, but Jack had a feeling he was going to need every scrap of information he could muster to read his roommate.
For instance, if he hadn’t been paying attention he might have missed the expression of surprise. Jack was intrigued to note the almost gentle touch on Kaito’s face. It was only there for a second, but it was there. And he decided to remember it. Of course, even better was what immediately followed. Was that a blush? A real blush on Kaito’s face. And no one else was around to witness it. Technically, even Kaito wouldn’t have been able to see the color himself without a mirror. So Jack silently claimed it as his blush, even after the blue haired boy turned to hide it from him.
And a stutter. Jack’s smile turned lazy and pleased, much like a cat who has discovered someone left the lid of the milk. He couldn’t see Kaito’s face anymore, but then he didn’t have to. His mind superimposed the blush over the pale face and put it in conjunction with the stutter. So many reactions teased out so easily. Why was teasing this boy so fun? Not that it mattered. For Jack it was enough that it was fun. “So much work for a little mess,” he mused, eyes never leaving Kaito, lazy smile still in place. “You must be quite the neat freak. I guess you’ll be the one cleaning up after me and Dion this year.”
His grin didn’t dim when the boy tried to turn the tables. “Of course,” he answered loftily. “You should be worried about your roommate.” He moved closer. They were nearly to their destination and it might be trickier to tease him once they got there. He didn’t quite put an arm around Kaito, but he was smirking and hovering close, close enough to feel the heat from the other’s body without quite touching. He couldn’t even feel his foot anymore. His mind was far too entertained to bother with pain. Beautiful. “You should tell me if you are concerned so I can reassure you,” he said reasonably.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:50 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Had Kaito been paying any attention to Jack he probably would have taken up on his thoughts to get out of there when the red-head's expression turned practically predatory. Unfortunately, the artist was too busy staring at the cracks in the floor and wall.
It had to have been his point of mind that went the wrong direction with Jack's statement. Throwing up a mental picture before he could shut it down that had his hands closing into fists. His glare turned practically lethal but he kept it trained on the floor. No more mental images, even if they were what supplied his artwork, some area's should not be explored. It was hard to remain irrationally jealous, however, when you don't want to be and a sudden heat presses against your side. Kaito stiffened visibly in response.
"I'm quite capable of telling if your going to drop dead, thank you."the artist informed him, just a trace of something in his voice actually lending it an emotion. It was a hard one to identify with himself unsure how he felt. Torn between an urge to dart for the doctor's office and get this over with so he could find a quiet spot to be by himself...and an urge to slow down just the fraction more to close the hovering gap between them.
It was enough of an urge that he ran his hand through his hair and forced himself to take the first option. Taking two bigger steps forward to jerk the door open he went inside without waiting for Jack, although he did swing it wide enough the other male should have made it through. Emotion was not something he usually experienced and he wasn't enjoying this version of it any better. He refused to react to his room mate! He had an entire year of putting up with him so he'd better figure out a way of shutting this down now.
"Damn."Kaito growled, scanning the room quickly for the doctor. He had to leave, the itch in the back of his head was being ignored with all possible ability and all he wanted was a moment to recollect himself. He was sure once he got completely shut back down Jack wouldn't have such an influence over him. And since when did he enjoy that particular smell? Mentally shaking himself he shifted to keep as much distance between himself and Jack because that brief almost touch had short-circuited almost every nerve ending in his body and that had to stop, NOW.
"Sit, I'll find something."he told the other male with a short gesture towards one of the seats. It gave him a visible excuse why he was avoiding him, rather than what it might look like otherwise as he kept an entire rooms distance between them like a nervous schoolgirl.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:22 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He’d expected more annoyance, more of that deliciously flustered expression that put color into the pale cheeks. Jack hadn’t expected the glare, not really. Even if it wasn’t aimed at him he thought he could have been burned from mere exposure to the immediate area. Interesting. Another puzzle piece. How many would he need before he knew everything? Before he figured out what to say or do to make Kaito react in different ways? Quite a few, probably, but this was a hobby that had long ago conquered Jack’s limited attention span. People were such fun games and Kaito was turning into a favorite. His roommate was obviously a gift from some god that had decided to favor the redhead.
For instance, when he moved like this, when he was so close without actually initiating the contact, Kaito’s body had tightened, muscles moving in an almost fight-or-flight manner. Unbelievably sensitive to have been affected so easily. If he put his arm out now and just touched Kaito… But the blue haired young man was already moving rapidly away and the door was there in front of them. Jack frowned, not bothering to hide the annoyed frown that might have been a pout if it had been anyone but himself making the face. “So worried,” he said, just loud enough for Kaito to here. “Doc made sure I got to the doctor’s as fast as possible.” He let out a small hum of thought and followed him inside the room.
Jack sat without really thinking about it, though when he noticed that he’d listened he told himself it was only because his foot was beginning to bother him again. It wasn’t long before a doctor approached them, not yet busy this early in the year. It looked as though they might still be unpacking some of the perishable supplies brought up from the city.
Jack was lead to a chair in the back and told to have a seat. Jack, for his part, did not want Kaito to vanish and made a big production of catching his roommate’s arm when he was close enough and leaning on him, one arm around Kaito’s shoulders because it hurt to walk. And Kaito should stay because Jack might need help back to the dorm afterwards. No, he didn’t want a crutch, thank you doctor. Kaito was his roommate and would definitely lend him a hand.
Which was why Jack sat looking smugly satisfied as the doctor unwrapped the makeshift bandages and cleaned out the cut, using a butterfly bandage to hold still the tear that had been made worse through the fight. A few bruises on other parts of his body the doctor took not of were waved away as pure effects of clumsiness. The attending medical man wasn’t an idiot, but decided not to press the issue.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:38 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito twitched, ever so slightly, at the comment made just loud enough for him to be able to hear about being worried. The fact that he even slightly WAS, was pissing him off. Not that it was noticeable as such, because the artist was busy hiding every emotion he could from his face. He refused to be worried, even just a little. It was stupid.
Any work he might have made on keeping himself controlled vanished when an arm wrapped around his and dragged him towards a warm body before a second arm went around his shoulders. The shocked surprise rippled through his system. He was NOT going to be getting used to such casual touching anytime soon.
He started to automatically pull back against the hold, not liking the heat, not liking the reaction to it, when Jack told the doctor it hurt to walk. Slate blue orbs, filled with a touch of worry but mostly disbelief shot towards the red-head holding him, but in the end Kaito let himself be pulled along. Every muscle in his body locked rigid as he concentrated on his breathing rather than the presence of the male holding him at his side while the doctor began unwrapping the bandages on his foot.
The artist maintained a flat silence through the procedure. Having caught Jack's refusal of a crutch as he planned on using HIM. That got a flat look from the once more silent male but he didn't argue it. The faster he was done with this the faster he could get the hell out of the way...and stop the touching which was slowly driving him insane. His hand clenched briefly before he forced it to flatten out.
It was clear the doctor didn't believe everything Jack was telling him, but Kaito refused to collaborate the story in any way. Keeping his attention mainly focused on a spot on the floor and not turning his head just so slightly which would have put him practically buried in Jack's hair. Bad, BAD thoughts.
Kaito used most of the examination to try and sort his feelings out and shove them into a deep dark well, where they belonged, because there was no point in them. He hated people, Jack was clearly not that sort of person, and his parents would have more than one issue. That thought shut his face down faster than anything else had, and suddenly he wasn't working to maintain the stony coldness. His expression having drained away. His dad would make everyone involved life HELL.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:04 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Kaito’s presence next to him was unusually useful, even if his insistence before had been merely for show. Jack didn’t care for doctors much, had very little experience with them, even when he’d been young. In his household, if you were sick you were thrown in a room with some blankets and soup and told not to cough on anyone. If you hurt yourself, it was your own damn fault. He expected that and was most comfortable when he met that kind of attitude. The only reason he’d even come near the office was because he’d wanted to catch Kaito away from the others for a while.
So normally, he would have been squirming, aiming a few choice curses, and trying very hard not to concentrate on the acid the doctor said was a disinfectant that was being spread over his foot. But this time, he wasn’t bothering. Like a child given a toy to distract them from a haircut, Jack was focused on Kaito. He could feel him next to him even when they weren’t officially touching, knew exactly where the other boy was at all times. He could feel the tension and annoyance and something else that made the other’s body stiff and kept him from relaxing. He was so intent that he also noticed when something changed, as though the temperature in the room had dropped about ten degrees on the spot.
Jack frowned and turned his face towards Kaito, studying him. What had just changed? He wanted to ask, but had to take a moment to work out words that would make sense. It took too long.
“Alright, there you go,” the doctor informed Jack. “No cartwheels and I think you’ll be fine.”
Jack glanced down and saw his foot re-bandaged in a much more professional style, gleaming white gauze and ace bandage cradling it softly. He tested it out. Not bad. He didn’t feel like stumbling anymore at least. Not that he wanted to admit such a thing to Kaito. He’d felt the boy’s mask drop back into place and was determined to nudge it aside for a few more peeks at the boy beneath.
So he stood, muttering something resembling a farewell to the doctor, and put his arm around Kaito’s neck again. “Come on, Doc,” he said cheerfully. “Didn’t you hear him? Your roommate is going to be fine. What could possibly be wrong?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:24 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito knew he'd somehow drawn the other male's attention, but he kept his flat gaze on the wall across from him. For the first time he actually cared what the old idiot might do to someone else. That bothered him almost as much as the thought of what could be done. He didn't know enough of Jack's background to imagine the sort of damage his father could cause...but it would be massive.
He had completely tuned out the doctor working on the red-head, so he was a little surprised when an arm went around his neck once more. Turning his head slightly, slate blue orbs looked at the doctor who was standing up and had clearly dismissed them and then towards Jack who was once more pressed against his side. The emptiness of his eyes rippled slightly, and for just a second he tipped his head and regarded the red-head intently.
"Nothing..."Kaito answered softly, turning his attention away once more. Yet he STILL couldn't force himself to move away from the red-head. Like every reaction he'd had since Jack had walked through their shared bedroom door, he couldn't quite control himself. He should pull back, he should for a thousand different reasons, the biggest being he HATED being touched...yet he remained.
"I take it your not going to loose the appendage?"he asked deadpan as soon as the doctor had moved out of casual hearing range. His gaze dropping to the well bandaged foot and then back up towards the doors they were approaching. It was easier than thinking, because that was apparently dangerous territory.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:09 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Damn! He knew he’d been getting through, he knew it! But some new door had slammed shut behind those storm colored eyes and he didn’t know why. Why did this boy have to be so damned complicated? Of course if he hadn’t been, Jack wouldn’t have been quite so interested in the first place, but logic had no place in his mind’s struggle to regain what ground it had appeared to have lost in getting into Kaito’s head.
Because Jack did want to be the one in Kaito’s head. The redhead was convinced that his roommates reactions to the unexpected, the way he looked when he was surprised or caught off guard, were valuable for their rarity. Like a dragon of the old stories Jack coveted treasures like that and found their allure irresistible. If anyone was going to make Kaito’s life a living hell for the rest of the year and drive the boy crazy just for the hell of it, it was damn well going to be Jack. Which meant he had to figure out what was occupying that space behind the boy’s eyes now and strangle it.
“Good boys don’t like, Doc,” he said breezily. “Am I corrupting you so quickly?” He showed teeth in a grin as he spoke, purposely turning his face towards the young man supporting him when he spoke, knowing the light heat of his breath would be warm against the skin of the other’s cheek or neck. Even if Kaito pushed him away, it would at least mean he’d managed to get a rise out of him.
He wiggled his toes as they walked, demonstrating their solidity. “If I do,” he said, voice perhaps a bit lower, a bit huskier as he smirked, ]“Are you volunteering to help me walk? Just like this?” He didn’t have to tighten his grip or even look at the arm he had around Kaito’s shoulders to emphasize the physical connection. The situation did that all on its own.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:25 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world For just a second emotion flared, something darker than the surprise before it was slammed back behind the barrier of his eyes. His body having gotten even more tense. The train of thought that his words had pulled forward, as well as the air-light brush of warmth against his neck had drawn what might have been a shiver that was terminated by force of will into a full body tension. Every muscle in his body practically steel they went so rigid.
"Doubtful, your not that bad."Kaito forced the answer in order to appear as normal as possible, not adding the almost silent, 'nor am I that good' that wanted to follow up on that sentence. Still, he was corrupting him some ways, ways he didn't enjoy. The fact they were still touching was a firm demonstration of that. He knew Jack's fighting style now, knew the way he moved. It wouldn't be difficult to pull himself free and maintain the distance that was his usual with anything human.
But damn if he couldn't help the fact that he WAS getting to him. Something that had never happened to the young artist. No one breached his internal walls. That was why he had been left alone in every school he'd gone to. His nickname's had proven the cold nature of his interactions. And yet at the moment all he could feel was heat, and it bothered him on a deeper level than he was aware he could react.
"Did I get an option?"he asked keeping his voice as neutral as possible, although his slate blue eyes had slid closed at the husky tone in the other male's voice when he'd asked if he was volunteering to help. This time the faint shiver slipped free, but he shrugged it off by shifting his shoulders slightly and hoped it would have been missed. Jack was messing with him, nothing more, there was nothing between them and there COULDN'T be. Simple as that.
So he could shove his reactions away, even if he couldn't do the same to their source, as he opened his eyes once more so the empty orbs could focus on the hallway ahead of them. He was leading them back towards the dorm room where it would be easier to put some space between them. He could make it until then and maintain his appearance. He just had to not think about anything except breathing and walking.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:02 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack was surprised, eyes widening a hint. Not that bad? Dangerously close to a compliment wasn’t it? And the way it was phrased was just… softer than he had expected. Especially after the way Kaito had tensed when Jack had deliberately breathed lightly on his skin. Kaito shouldn’t have given such a strong reaction to the small intimate gesture. If he’d only looked annoyed or hadn’t reacted, Jack wouldn’t have been so tempted to try again, wouldn’t have wanted to see if it happened every time or if Kaito would slowly grow used to it.
Jack didn’t look at the navy eyed boy for a few minutes, a couple of files in his mind shifting around. Kaito was his roommate and so far he’d been distinctly in that category. It was his basis for a claim on Kaito’s time and attention and now the use of his body. But being Jack’s roommate was a fluid situation. It could be changed by time or chance or circumstance. And now he realized that wouldn’t do at all. So his brain shuffled and sorted and when it had settled again, Kaito had changed from ‘my roommate’ to the simpler if harder to define ‘mine’. That felt much better.
“No,” Jack admitted with a slight curve of the lips that shaped itself into the lazy smile. “Not anymore.” It was a giveaway that something in Jack’s perspective of the situation had changed, but not a very specific one. It would be easy to claim that Kaito had forfeited his right to question the situation when he’d accepted the fact that Jack was his roommate. Or perhaps when he had not objected to Jack’s claim when it was announced to Dion on the roof.
Which was odd, now that he thought about it. Kaito should have somehow denied it when Jack had staked his claim on Kaito earlier. If he’d done so, he hadn’t done it loudly enough for anyone to have heard. He’d accepted it, if only by his silence. Unobjecting consent. Curious. Pleasantly curious.
“Tell me what upset you a second ago,” he demanded, quietly confident that his Kaito would tell him. Because of that new little ‘mine’ stamp on Kaito’s file. It was as simple as that. “You were thinking and then you were upset. And if you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to know?” Simple, easy logic. Unless you realized it was purely selfish curiosity twisted into logic.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:18 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Something in the way Jack had said that last comment drew slate colored orbs towards him, against Kaito's will. A faint look of confusion touching the outer edges of the cold emptiness. He wasn't sure what about that smile or even his sudden agreement that he had an option in the matter, but something gave him the feeling he'd just walked into a trap.
"Thanks."Kaito stated with just enough of a drawl to be sarcasm. Why was it every time Jack seemed to be able to slip around and find a new c***k in his armour? He hadn't even been aware he'd had that many in the first place. Yet every time he thought he'd covered one, another seemed to be spotted and taken advantage of. It was annoying for someone used to absolute control.
"I guess your just not supposed to know then."he answered the demand flatly, not willing to even get close to answering that question. It would involve confessing to one to many things that he wasn't going to ever admit to, least of all to Jack. Used to his father the command in his tone didn't effect him either. He was used to a certain level of control over other people and as such not easy to make demands of. What was interesting was the shift in tone. Jack hadn't spoken with that particular level of confidence in an answer to anyone but Yukio yet.
Which put all of his mental feathers ruffled. Yukio occupied a peculiar niche in Kaito's brain which had been caught by one word. Jack had called him 'servant' and that one word choice had allowed for the white haired male to slip between the cracks of status in the artist head which made him acceptable. No part of him wondered at how easily he had accepted the red-head's claim as being connected to him somehow. However, Kaito was in no way, shape or form a servant and by using the same tone it implied some sort of relationship in Jack's head between them. True or not the thought was enough to disturb the blue haired male who was now subtly broadcasting that annoyance in having moved the fraction to the side that let him still be supporting the red-head but no longer practically glued to his side.
Unbalanced enough with his reactions to Jack he couldn't stop the movement or the sort of annoyance it portrayed. A faint drop on his lips might have been a frown but it was difficult to tell with the otherwise expressionless presence he was forcing. As soon as he realized he'd just gotten upset over being compared to a servant and worse that the comparison mattered, he was likely going to be rather annoyed but for the moment he was irritated only with the tone directed his way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:47 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
The sarcasm brought a smirk to Jack’s lips. Kaito could wear sarcasm like a glove. It fit him well and looked rather good, looked right. Jack’s sarcasm was always rougher, not quite as smooth or elegant as his roommate’s seemed to be. How could a single false word be elegant? Jack wasn’t sure, but the boy had pulled it off. He really did like that. He liked it because it was his arm around Kaito then, the gesture less about support now and more about reaffirming the connection between them, that half rivalry half friendship that had managed to develop without direct permission from either boy. Was that right? Friendship? It felt something like that, though he couldn’t say he had a desire to spar with Kaito the way he did with the friends he usually made.
Another shift. The sarcasm left and he heard the other boy’s voice deflate like a tired that had just had a knife stuck straight into its side. What had… what had happened? There was a flash of confused distress and then it was gone in a heartbeat. Kaito wasn’t the only one who could shape himself a mask. The smirk slid into place as Jack’s mind raced, working frantically to add this new development to everything he’d learned about Kaito.
Was it possible for someone to control their own temperature? If so, Kaito’s had just dropped a few degrees. Jack dropped the smile and scowled, not bothering to hide his reaction now. Lips twisted into a frown as he turned his head to examine the other. ******** subtle. He wasn’t any good at that, not really. He provoked more than manipulated. When he did manipulate someone, it was usually in an overt manner that was obvious to just about everyone, except perhaps whoever he was using it on, depending on how angry or upset he could make them.
His mind pointed out a possible solution. Jack rejected it. His mind insisted that it would work. Jack rejected it again. His mind admitted that, okay, it might not work, but it was his best chance of figuring this out. And he could do it. As long as the situation was still a game, as long as Kaito was still a puzzle (albeit his puzzle), then all was fair game. It wouldn’t be serious, so he wouldn’t be something that he had to be upset about later. He just had to try it. One little word. One little button. He could stay objective. It wouldn’t count. Part of the game. If he believed that, he could say it.
And maybe it would work.
“Please.” <********.
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" S t a n d i n g . o n . t h e . e d g e . . . "
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 3:04 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The pair continued in silence. Kaito flat out ignoring the scowl he could see directed at him from the red-head. It would be hard not to notice given they were still quite close physically. It was just a rather nasty mental barrier that the blue haired male had thrown up.
He WASN'T Yukio, not in taking the sort of control from other people or in being that type of personality. He lead, simple as that, when he consented to have anything to do with people. Generally it was only to those who had filtered into the same niche as the white haired male, those few people he'd actually acknowledge as existing. He wasn't one of them nor would he be treated like one of them.
It was far easier to maintain his outward cold and expressionless manner when he was angry, because that was the flavour his annoyance came in. Cold as ice. He didn't flare hot, he went cold, and the colder the more dangerous. Yet once more, Jack proved he could slip around and find another tiny c***k, a hole he'd missed.
Kaito's head snapped around to face the red-head male at his side, his forward momentum actually stopping in shocked surprise. Alright, he had been annoyed and it usually resulted in people giving him whatever he wanted. He could honestly say he hadn't expected anything of that sort out of Jack. He'd expected they wouldn't likely talk again...THIS was about as far from the reaction he expected as it was likely to get.
"My father."he finally answered quietly after a moment of staring at the other male with that same sort of soft surprise that subtly shifted his arrogance to something else. Visibly shaking off the effect he shut his face back down, but not as far as into the cold as it had been a minute before.
Thawed back to a human temperature he started walking again, the distance still maintained but only because he wasn't stupid enough to initiate that sort of contact on his own. The difference was the mental separation no longer existed so it didn't feel as far apart as it should.
I'm an idiot. He silently informed himself. He should have stayed cold, it would have been safer. He hadn't expected something so...different. So it had caught him off guard. He hadn't heard that word uttered from Jack's mouth yet, and doubted he would again. And perhaps because of that he softened ever so subtly.
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