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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:25 pm
Hector was bored.
He was not very good at hiding this fact, either. Sitting by himself at one of the corner tables in Arcana's cafe, the Luxray had his feet propped up on the chair next to him and was leaning back, his fingers linked behind his head of shaggy hair. He supposed he should have done something to it other than just toss it up in a messy ponytail, but the braids wound through the dark locks were too much of a hassle to actually unbraid, so he had just left them in. Now he looked as if he had just rolled out of bed (though this wasn't a particularly uncommon occurrence).
Hector yawned, reclining back so that the two front legs of his chair were no longer touching the floor. The cafe around him was filled with students mingling around, chatting and laughing as they brought trays of food to their tables. The constant babble of voices was giving Hector a headache, and he pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. He really needed to do something about this boredom of his. Every day seemed to have the exact same routine, the exact same people, the exact same reactions. Hector was almost desperate for something different to happen; just once for something unexpected to occur.
Perhaps he would just shock the next person to walk by.
Yes. That was it. Something small, so as to not cause pain (it was more of the 'surprise' factor he was going for) and to not cause too much attention to himself, although his table was already discretely placed by itself (some had nicknamed it the 'reject' table, which secretly amused Hector, so he sat there as often as possible). But yes. The next person to walk by. Hector rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation, his golden eyes scanning the cafe.
This was the perfect way to alleviate his boredom.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:20 am
Raven black eyes swept across the cafeteria, emotionless if not for the undercurrent of listlessness smoldering underneath. Kazuya had no business in the cafeteria-- he knew as much himself. He was used to being on his own, moving from one place to the other and avoiding people as much as he could. It wasn't that he disliked company, he just disliked... A certain person's company, and if avoiding that guy meant he had to avoid the world, then so be it. It wasn't as though he craved being social, and being clingy was never his thing. The Persian really hadn't been brought up that way.
Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he looked over the room once more. Kazuya had always gone to the lab when it was meal time, having been brought up pampered and spoiled like a prince. But today was different-- he had been told the lab would be closed and his trainer had been sent elsewhere. No more freshly prepared food and quiet solitude awaited him-- today, it was just himself and a couple hundred strangers. Well, it was probably his own fault he didn't have anyone to share the meal with. Kazuya had a tendency to stick to people he knew and rarely kept friends for long. It might have had something to do with his insatiable sadism or his overall unpleasant aura, but hell if he knew; it wasn't as though he was purposely trying.
Eventually, his gaze alighted onto a table that seemed to be relatively free, hidden away to one side. Since Kazuya rarely mingled with the student body in general, things such as the 'loser's corner' or 'reject's table' went completely unnoticed. As far as the Persian was concerned, he was King no matter where he sat or who he kept in his company.
Making his way over to the vacant table, the man sat his tray gently down diagonal from Hector. Kazuya didn't need much more than a side glance to know that the luxray wasn't in his field of interest, and so long as Hector kept to himself, the Persian was willing to keep a mutual atmosphere of respectable silence.
((Quite short, sorry. ;__;/ ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:26 am
Snap.
Ahhh, just right. He'd managed to catch the undersoles of the swaggering Magnemite's feet just at the perfect moment. The boy had let out a most satisfying (and somewhat feminine) squeal of surprise, bouncing up and down as he glanced down at his shoes in confusion. Hector sat there are the table, whistling innocently and twiddling his thumbs. The Magnemite had looked over at him, looked back down at his feet, then hobbled off, looking somewhat bemused.
Hector snickered to himself. This was far more entertaining than simply sitting in class or having lunch by himself. Swiveling in his seat, Hector's eyes moved to look elsewhere for his next "victim." He supposed he should have been doing something more productive, such as finding his trainer to do some more exercises, or perhaps actually go to class instead of prolonging the inevitable by sitting in Arcana's cafe goofing off. But at the moment, he simply didn't feel like it.
"What the - where did you come from?"
He hadn't even noticed the Persian, who was now seated across from him looking as calm and unruffled as one could be. Hector vaguely recognized him; he'd seen him walking in the hallways once or twice, but other than that Hector was at a complete loss of just who exactly this guy was.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Hector demanded.
[ Short, because I'm running to class 8'D;; ]
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:59 am
Sensitive ears twitched slightly at the sound of the shock, drawing his attention up from the less-than-pleasing food and over to where the sound had originated from. Kazuya said nothing as he watched the exchange between his tablemate and the Magnemite, simply brushing the bangs out of his hair as he returned his attention to poking at the food. No stranger to pranks, the Persian didn't really have an interest in playing accomplice or victim. He set his fork down when Hector's attention shifted over, however, and Kazuya gently pushed away his tray. He was starving, but the food only made him feel even more sick. It wasn't that the cafeteria food was bad-- in fact, it was actually quite good by school standards. But he wasn't used to it.
"Long enough to be able to tell you that whistling only makes you seem all the more suspicious."
The Persian's voice was quiet, a suspended tone that wasn't quite a baritone or a soprano. At first it had started off like a purr, but eventually the words were enunciated clearly. Beneath the posh exterior, it was easy to see that Kazuya was tired and just the slightest bit fatigued-- or maybe he was just annoyed. The twitch of his sleek tail told nothing of his thoughts.
"And I came from the other side of the room. You might have noticed if you weren't too busy indulging in childish distractions."
At length, Kazuya forced himself to pick up the fork again, systematically dividing his food into bite sized portions. He released a small sigh, turning away from the Luxray as though Hector was an eye sore.
"If you have time to be picking on others, you should learn to do something about your manners. At least try not to sit like a low class delinquent, even if you are one."
It wasn't that Kazuya was picking a fight, he just wasn't really good at cutting out words that were better off unsaid. For all the manners and elegance he had been taught, the Persian's trainer never once thought to do anything about Kazuya's sharp tongue. It had landed him in trouble on more than one occasion, but perhaps Unnamed Trainer found a sort of sick delight in seeing how fast Kazuya could get himself in trouble and dig out of it. It was probably a good thing the Persian was quite light and agile, with a good sense of when to run once the odds were stacked against him. Thankfully against the Luxray, Kazuya was confident that if it truly came down to a fight, at least they'd be on even grounds.
Taking a few bites out of his lunch, the Persian didn't manage more than five, setting his fork back down with a soft clunk. He was going to feel sick for the rest of the day whether he ate or not, and he wasn't used to having to force himself to do anything. With a gentle sigh, the boy casted a side glance at Hector, almost as though asking: Well, anything else to say?
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:03 pm
Hector eyed the young man sitting across from him suspiciously, listening as he spoke. The Persian's words, as well as the way he spoke and the way he moved were all careful and almost elegant in their manner, which somewhat intrigued Hector. This particular Persian was nothing like any of the other Arcana students milling around. Where they were loud and cheerful, boisterously chatting during classes (Hector included in that category), this Persian was subdued, almost solemn. He had pushed away his food, the barest trace of dislike flitting across his slender face before disappearing as quickly as it had come.
Hector reached up, absently twisting a strand of his hair in his finger as he scrutinized the Persian. He was somewhat curious as to why he had chosen to eat at this particular table, of all tables. He seemed to be relatively high class, so why demote himself to sit where people like Hector himself sat? Not that he minded; the company was actually quite welcome, which surprised Hector a little bit; but it was still a curious matter.
"I'll have you know, my whistling is quite impressive, actually." Hector answered cheekily. "And there is never anything quite as satisfying as 'indulging in childish distractions' every once in a while. You should try it sometime."
He was probably just making annoying his companion now, especially from his offhand, careless way of speaking and the way he was all but sprawled on the cafe chairs. The Persian's way of turning his head away from him, as well as the vaguely disdainful tone of voice he was using was evidence enough of that. But it was actually making Hector more amused, rather than upset at the Persian's comments.
"Thank you for noticing," Hector said cheerfully, flashing a bright, wide smile at him as he slipped his feet from the chair and leaned across the table. "We delinquents always get overlooked, ya know?"
Hector reclined back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head as he arched a dark eyebrow at the Persian.
"My name is Hector." he said. "Tell me, oh mysterious Persian, what your name is? And since you obviously disapprove of my 'childish antics,' what do you do for fun around here?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:40 pm
Ears twitching again, this time in quiet disapproval, Kazuya sat a hand over his stomach, eyes closing as a notch of pain shot up from that general vicinity. He really needed to eat-- or was it the few bites he had that was making him so upset? Whatever it was, it was more important than whatever the Luxray was saying. Even if he disliked someone, Kazuya had the dignity not to throw up on them, if for no other reason than the fact that he might have gotten some on himself. Light tan and white were terribly hard to wash out.
"Kazuya." Once he had gathered himself again, the Persian set one hand on the table, pushing back his seat to stand up. It seemed almost as though he was about to leave, perhaps fed up with the conversation or just finding the whole situation beneath him. He felt something like the prince and the pauper, although there would be no carnal attraction. They were both male after all, and even if Hector grew H sized cups and lost the extra appendage, the Persian's interest in romantics was about as abundant as the desert.
Kazuya didn't leave immediately. Instead, he whimsically picked up the previously untouched spoon, fiddling with it between his index and middle fingers thoughtfully. Casting a sudden glance at Hector, he set one hand on the table and leaned in close enough to kiss the other. Without much warning, the utensil was deposited into the Luxray's mouth as he was speaking, only courteous enough to scoop up a generous portion of his lunch so that the metal didn't go in empty. There was no sense in wasting food, even if it didn't meet his standards.
Pulling the empty spoon out but neglecting to return Hector's personal space to him, Kazuya flicked away a lingering fragment of meat from the corner of the other's mouth.
"I hunt. Other wise, I get rid of delinquents like you that nobody will miss."
Straightening up, Kazuya let the spoon slip from his pale fingers, letting it clatter onto the table. It seemed nobody had paid them any heed-- which was good. Because on hindsight, what he just did was a little bit homo.
"So run along now and make sure you don't have any accidents along the way." And I am going to pass out somewhere now, thank you very much.
Turning on his heel, his loose ponytail undid itself as Kazuya headed for the door, feeling for the first time in ages as though he seriously needed two showers that day. Just a little bit homo.
Just a tiny bit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:11 pm
Hector had been talking for quite a long time.
Since he was in first year, as a matter of fact. His trainer often said that he had a habit of talking too much, but Hector had brushed her off, stating that there was no such thing. After all, talking was an essential part of life, wasn't it? It was how one communicated with those that you wished to communicate with. Talking was lively, fun, a way of expressing oneself without any particular strenuous activity. Although, to be quite honest, Hector had also been interrupted in his talking many times during those years; something he did not particularly like (although when he was the one doing the interrupting, that was perfectly acceptable, of course).
However, in all his years of talking, he had never been interrupted by someone actually sticking something in his mouth - namely a spoonful of food.
Hector's mouth had been open, about to go on speaking, when the Persian - Kazuya, was that what he had said his name was? - had suddenly stood up, leaned close to him over the table (albeit a little too close) and stuck the spoon right in his mouth. Then, staying at that ridiculously close position, Kazuya had reached over, one of his fingers brushing at the corner of his lips.
Hector stared at the Persian, wide-eyed. A slight red tinge had also touched his cheeks, but other than that he didn't show much. Shock kept him from moving, and he stayed where he was as Kazuya finally moved back, turning away from him. His hair, which had been tied back earlier, was now free and falling about his shoulders in sleek waves. Hector watched him go, still frozen.
"KAAAZZZUUUUYYYYAAA!"
His stupor had obviously only been temporary. Hector pranced after the Persian, ignoring the questioning stares he was getting from those around him, and instead barrelled through the cafe door after Kazuya, skidding to a halt in front of him.
"Damn, you are way more interesting than I thought!" he said grinning as he bounced up and down on his heels. "At first I thought you were just a stiff, but I see now that you're a pretty neat guy!"
The Persian's pale face had a slightly greenish tint to it. Hector leaned closer, his eyes widening.
"Are you ill?" he asked worriedly, reaching up to touch Kazuya's forehead. "Can you walk? Well, of course you can't, that's a stupid question. Here, let me help you - !"
Without waiting for the Persian's response, Hector leaned down, swooping Kazuya up into his arms princess-style. They were very nearly the same height, and Kazuya was not exactly a feather, but Hector was determined. He beamed a bright smile towards the Persian.
"So, just tell me where your room is, and I'll take you there!" he said cheerfully. "Gotta make sure you're not gonna blow chunks on this nice carpet here, after all!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:48 pm
Kazuya hadn't been paying attention. After all, they were an all boy's school and food fights happened all the time, complete with the theatrics and drama of an all girl's highschool. Screaming was nothing new, even though it hurt his sensitive ears-- and his hearing wasn't selective enough to understand that it was his own name that was being bellowed out. If he had known, the Persian doubtlessly would have started running.
When Hector materialized in front of him, Kazuya could feel his sickness hitch up a couple notches. The Luxray was running his mouth again, talking too fast for him to make heads nor tails of what the other was saying. Interesting? Stiff? What the hell was this guy on?
And then he did the one thing no one should ever, if they valued anything in dear life, do to him.
The air snapped sharply as the atoms were constricted without warning, a jolt of electricity coursing through the Persian's body that sent a sharp shiver down Kazuya's spine. He wasn't thinking then, but merely acted on impulse, gathering up the storm of electricity that balled itself up in his right hand. There were two points of contact he could make, this close to the person he now identified as 'dangerous'. One weak point above, and one weak point below. Figuring he didn't need to feel anymore homo than he already did, and since it was easier to reach, Kazuya gathered up his energy and slammed the shockwave into Hector's face. It didn't even matter if it wasn't special effective, the Persian just wanted off.
"Don't touch me!"
It was a foreign feeling, the thing known as 'panic'. Kazuya wasn't used to it, as the speeding of his heart made him feel all the more light headed. Pale cheeks flushed a pale crimson, his vision blanking to white for the briefest of seconds. He had over exerted himself-- The past two days of passively conserving energy by laying around in bed probably didn't help much. Starving, lack of sleep-- you name it, he was suffering from it. And here, Kazuya had cleverly been congratulating himself for not needing to attend classes. It seemed that dragging himself to sleep on a desk was less physically demanding than messing around during lunch.
With a wince, the Persian landed on his rear, not exactly the epitome of classy elegance, nor exactly in tune with his cat roots to land on his feet. Baring his fangs and tail shooting straight up, Kazuya gathered up another ball of electricity as he got up unsteadily. He had lost the remainder of his patience and now the Luxray was going to eat it.
Without much reserve, the Persian unleashed as many shockwaves as he could on the Luxray, the exertion causing both pain and relief to jolt through his tired arms. He wished he knew a rock move, but the only other skill that might have been remotely useful was faint attack-- that was useless.
"Die, die, die!"
Sometimes, it was better to leave the Princes to their quiet tea time.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:06 am
The ball of electric energy to his face had been unexpected, but it was more uncomfortable, rather than painful. Hector let out a shout of surprise, releasing his grip on the Persian in order to bat at his face. With a sharp jolt, the electricity reverberated inside of him, clattering through his veins before finally settling down. Hector tilted his head sideways, stretching his stiff neck, and shook himself out. The sensation of absorbing electrical shocks was always a strange one; it was like swallowing pure lightning, and it was something Hector avoided, if he could.
"That was so not nice." he pouted, then ducked as another shockwave shot over his head. Kazuya was standing back up now, but his legs were shaking ever so slightly, his hands trembling with the effort. For some reason the Persian was angry, although Hector was not exactly certain as to why. After all, he had just been trying to make the trek back to his room a bit easier by carrying him. What was there to be angry about?
Hector threw his hands up to block his face, feeling the electrical currents searing through his skin and melting into his body. He gave a small shudder, sticking his tongue out in disgust, and then walked slowly towards the Persian, keeping his head down and his hands up to protect himself. It was rather like slogging through water, and it took quite some time before he even got close enough to the Persian to see his feet beneath the ricocheting bolts of electricity. Raising his arm, Hector reached out, daring to raise his eyes just briefly before his fingers closed around Kazuya's right hand, stopping the thunder mid-throw. He caught the Persian's other hand as well, but his fingers slipped and the electricity shot down his arm unexpectedly, pooling in his chest. Hector winced involuntarily, shaking his head briefly before turning golden eyes to the Persian again, tightening his grip to keep him from moving.
"That wasn't very friendly." he whined, his lower lip jutting out as he pouted. "And here I was, just trying to help you and all. What's wrong with wanting to help a person in need? You're obviously sick! I can help you! Really!"
This last sentence was accompanied by a wide smile. Hector didn't know why Kazuya had been angered in the first place, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. After all, he was just attempting to be friendly and nice to someone who needed his assistance. The Persian was just a bit more...stubborn, than most people he tried to help, but that was all right. It made him more interesting overall.
"You really shouldn't try something like that when you're not feeling good, you know." Hector admonished.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:47 am
Kazuya had been so consumed with adrenaline he hadn't even been aiming anymore. Well, it was less the fact that he wasn't as it was that he couldn't. His vision had blanked to white and it was like trying to hit a target blindfolded. It probably didn't help that the Luxray could simply absorb the electric shocks either and the Persian was too tired to bite. When Hector grabbed his arm and disrupted the flow of electricity, his senses came crashing back down like the waterfall behind the academy. So sudden and unexpected, Kazuya couldn't help a groan of pain, nearly collapsing on the spot. How did the day end up like this?
"Stupid... Are.. You?"
In between deep breaths, the Persian grinded out his words, sinking to his knees. He was almost at his limit, but Hector's hold on his arm kept him conscious. He hated being touched and he hated being picked up. Call him old fashioned or call him insecure, but Kazuya hated relinquishing any sort of control. Even the most minimal of things, such as being carried or being comforted caused an implosion of chaotic feelings that the Persian was never in the mood to sort out. He simply didn't like being helped, nor did he like helping others. It was a pride thing that was so deeply inset that it became a sort of paranoid, obsessive phobia.
"Go.. Let go."
He was in pain now, muscles screaming for rest and the last of his conserved energy completely spent. Passing out was going to be inevitable in a couple of minutes, but like hell he was going to do it in front of the Luxray. After all, it was Hector's fault he was like this. Stupid delinquents never knew when to quit-- Once he got better, Kazuya promised himself he would eradicate and annihilate the guy and whatever kin he had left. Twice, because only using one of those words, though they meant the same, didn't have quite the same impact.
"If you want to help... Then get lost." And find me some food that doesn't suck, damnit!
The subtext was left unsaid as heavy lids closed over his steel-grey eyes, a shiver running down the length of his body before it relaxed. Kazuya went out cold, still not quite sure how he ended up in the predicament he was in. He had always been a picky eater-- that much, just about everyone who knew him could attest to. But not even he, himself, thought it would get that bad. Surely, a long time ago, he had once though that when it really got down to it, he could be able to stomach commoner's food... Right? Well, too bad. Not anymore.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:56 am
"Nah," Hector said, shrugging casually. "Not stupid! Just determined to help out someone who needs it, after all!"
His expression flittered to slight alarm as the Persian dropped to his knees on the floor, his breathing labored. His face was paler than it had been before, sweat beading on his forehead and collarbone. Hector was still holding onto Kazuya's balled fists, a few weak jolts of electricity fluttering out pathetically from the Persian's limp fingers. He quickly moved to grab the Persian's upper arms.
"Hey," he said, now more than just a little startled. "Hey, are you - oh, s**t - "
Hector didn't quite get to finish his sentence. Kazuya's eyes fell shut and his body went limp as he collapsed, falling against Hector's knees. Hector let out a squawk of alarm, his eyes widening.
"Kazuya!" he wailed in panic, shaking the Persian as he knelt down, holding him in his arms. He prodded the unconscious Kazuya's face, tugged on a strand of his sweat dampened hair. "Hey, wake up! Hey! Kazuya!"
It was no use. The Persian was most definitely out cold, and no amount of shaking was going to wake him, at least not now. Hector bit his lower lip, wondering what to do know. Should he take him to the medical lab? No, he had a feeling the Persian wouldn't like being there. He didn't know where Kazuya lived, so he couldn't take him back to his room, and he didn't know Kazuya's trainer, so he couldn't go and find him for help. There was really one one option left.
Reaching down, Hector scooped the limp body of Kazuya back up into his arms, staggering slightly at the unexpected weight. At least the Persian was out now, so he wouldn't struggle (or attempt to electrocute him). Gritting his teeth in determination, Hector hitched Kazuya higher up into his arms, and started making his way down the hallway. He got several confused, wide-eyed glances as he slowly trekked through the school, but he flashed bright, cheerful smiles at them all, giving a sheepish What can you do? kinda shrug. After what seemed like he had walked a mile, Hector finally arrived at where he had set out for - namely, his dorm room.
Fumbling to grab the key in his pocket, Hector awkwardly reached around the prone figure of Kazuya to unlock his door, kicking it open with the toe of his shoe. He stumbled inside, shoving the door shut behind him and staggered across the room to the bed, laying down Kazuya carefully. He tucked him in all nice and neat and then stood there next to him, wondering what he should do next.
"Hmmm," Hector said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe he'll be hungry when he wakes up..? He didn't eat a lot at lunch, after all."
He glanced around the room. Hector had a habit of stashing snacks under his bed (and in other various places around the room), so he dropped to his knees and rummaged around for a bit before pulling out a few random bags. He piled them on the bed next to Kazuya, along with a bottle of water, and then smiled happily, pleased with his thoughtfulness. Crossing the room, Hector reached for his desk chair, dragging it over to sit next to the bed.
"Stubborn man." he said lightly, covering a yawn with his hand. He linked his fingers across his stomach, reclining in the chair as he waited for the Persian to wake up. His eyelids were heavy, and he soon started to nod off.
A little nap won't hurt...
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:50 pm
How long had he been out? Maybe an hour, maybe half a day. It was hard to tell.
One eye opened, just the slightest bit as he slowly emerged from the realm of subconsciousness. His body felt heavy and sluggish, as though he'd stayed in one position for a prolonged amount of time. And then his stomach growled, a pathetic noise that had no place with Kazuya. Closing his one eye for the moment, the Persian took another second before rubbing the lingering sleep out of both of them. With both eyes fully open, he could now tell it was dark.
While he might have worried about missing afternoon classes, the truth was that Kazuya didn't need to attend them. He had been one of the first 'experiments', long before the school had been established. His sole reason for lingering around was to keep an eye on things and alert his trainer-- Arcana's headmaster, as it were-- of the state of things. Not much use he was now, barely able to walk by himself. He was starving.
Silver eyes flitted across the unfamiliar room. At first thought he figured had returned to his own place somehow, though the cotton sheets were vastly different from the silk and velvet that covered his bed. It was also decidedly smaller too-- Normal. Was this one of the regular dorms? The sheets were making his skin irritable. Scratching one arm gently, the Persian's ears twitched slightly as his gaze landed on Hector's sleeping form, and then the snacks that littered the bed beside him. While he probably should have been grateful after connecting two and two together, Kazuya's brows furrowed in disapproval.
Did the Luxray think he'd eat stuff like that? Really? It was almost insulting.
Gathering a small amount of electricity in his hands, Kazuya kept his eyes on the Luxray as he waited to accumulate enough energy. He was still drained out from earlier, but the Persian didn't feel like waking up Hector the conventional way.
Upon closer inspection, the guy really wasn't as bad as he had initially figured. He wasn't innately attractive to the Persian's standard, but he was something decidedly soothing to look at. At least when he was sleeping-- Kazuya recalled the earlier turn of events with a slight twitch of his tail. How did that happen? He didn't hang out with delinquents and they should know to steer clear of him. He was something like a cop, after all, and thirty times as vicious. Unpleasant was what he was usually described as.
Pulled out of his thoughts, Kazuya looked at the growing ball of electricity. It had grown to a slightly bigger size than he had wanted, but that would have to do. Getting up and crawling a little distance from where he lay, the Persian flicked his tail before pushing the glowing ball of energy into the Luxray's face again. He knew by now that it didn't do much, but remembering Hector's earlier reaction, it was probably discomforting enough to jolt the guy awake.
"Wake up. I'm hungry."
The words came quietly, though the clear underlining tone of command was unmistakable.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 3:08 pm
Out of all the times he had been suddenly awakened from his slumber, getting a ball of electrical energy shoved in one's face was by far the most unpleasant way of being woken up. Hector's eyes flew open and he let out an indignant squawk, sputtering in surprise as he jolted awake unexpectedly. The sudden movement caused the chair to wobble off balance, and with a shout, Hector tumbled sideways, the chair landing somewhat uncomfortably on top of him. Shoving it aside, Hector reached up, rubbing at his bruised nose before realizing just what had caused him to fall over in the first place.
"Oh, you're awake!" he said eagerly, popping up to peer over the side of the bed. Despite the fact that the Persian was somewhat disheveled from sleep, pale-faced and weak, and was looking at him with a decidedly irritated expression, there was still something elegant and almost princely about Kazuya. No amount of exhaustion or illness would change the fact that he was still a very noble creature.
Although, at the current moment, that unhappy look was far from prince-like. Hector couldn't help the small smile that touched at the corners of his lips. He had the feeling that Kazuya was a little different than most of the students at Arcana, but it was that quiet, serious nature that most intrigued Hector in the first place. There was just something about the Persian that interested the Luxray.
"Did I hear you say you're hungry?" he asked, folding his arms on the side of the bed and resting his chin on them. His tail flicked out behind him, curling absently around his foot. "I have food here, but since you haven't eaten them, I assume you don't like that kind of food?"
Looking down to the somewhat haphazard pile at the foot of the bed, Hector shook his head, letting out a soft sigh of amusement. The Persian's aversion to junk food was just sad, really, but there was nothing to be done about it. Perhaps not everyone had as big a sweet tooth as Hector did. He turned his head back to face Kazuya, arching one dark eyebrow.
"You know, it's okay to not like that sort of food." he said cheerfully. "Not everyone does! So what do you like? I'll get you whatever you want. Or I can try and make you something? Are you still feeling sick? Do you want soup or something? I make pretty good soup!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 3:30 pm
The Persian sat back on his heels as he waited for Hector to compose himself, not at all concerned when the Luxray hit the floor. In fact, he was positively preening as slender hands ran through his long hair to tame it back down. Normally he would much prefer to do it with a brush, but since none were at his disposal and Hector's dishevelled hair was bothering him, Kazuya turned to obsessively grooming himself. It was one of the things he liked doing in private, though this was probably as private as it would get until he felt like returning to his own place.
When Hector popped his head up from the bed side, Kazuya had half a mind to extract his claws and swipe at him. It wasn't anything personal-- just natural reflex, really. It was only with great effort [And hands tangled in hair] that he was able to refrain.
"Yes, I'm hungry."
The Persian followed Hector's gaze to the pile of junk food. It wasn't that he didn't like them, it was just that he never tried. Since food that came conveniently [In packaged wrappers, bags, cans, it didn't matter.] was stuff his trainer never allowed him to eat. Usually his dishes came as works of art, gourmet food that tasted as inviting as it looked. There was nothing appealing about the junk food's presentation, just like the cafeteria food.
"I never tried it."
Clearing up the misconception before Hector ran ahead of himself, Kazuya finished working out the kinks in his hair before fixating his sullen gaze on the Luxray's braids. His fingers were aching to groom it-- Get it back into a presentable state. Nothing bothered him more than unkempt hair.
"You need to do something about your hair. Kazuya grumbled, rubbing his temple slightly as he managed to tear his eyes away. The more he looked, the more he wanted to knead it like a ball of yarn, then wash it a thousand times until it was silky smooth and presentable like his own. He hadn't even really been listening to Hector's ramble until he caught the last word-- Soup.
Soup? He normally disliked it, being more of a carnivore than an omnivore. But it seemed fitting for now, to ease his stomach back into regular food. Besides, it was easy to trust the other's voice when he was so enthusiastic about it.-- On hindsight, what was Hector not enthusiastic about?
"... Soup, then. If it's bad, I'm making you eat it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:01 pm
"Well, if you've never tried it, then you should." Hector reasoned, letting his shoulders rise and fall in a casual shrug. The Persian was in the process of smoothing down his bed mussed hair, looking distinctly irritated about it, and Hector watched him work with interest, tilting his head up from his kneeling position on the floor to look. The Persian's moves were all graceful and ease, despite the rather grumpy pout on his lips, and it was quite soothing to just watch him thread his fingers through his hair. Hector smiled.
"Eh, I never know what to do with my hair." he said, his face tinging the barest hint of pink as he laughed lightly, the sound vaguely strained. Compared to this exotic and luxurious Persian, his own hair was somewhat like a rat's nest. It had never bothered him before, but at the moment he was feeling, for the first time, a tad embarrassed about his messy hair (although hopefully that feeling would disappear soon).
"So," Hector said, standing up and brushing his knees off. Looking over at the Persian, he noticed a few stray strands of hair were twisted around his ear, throwing off the otherwise sleekly combed locks. "Soup it is, then!"
Leaning over the Persian, Hector reached down, pulling the twisted strand of Kazuya's hair straight. He flashed him a bright smile as he straightened again.
"Don't worry," Hector said cheerfully as he walked into the tiny kitchen on the opposite end of the room. "I'm a damn good cook, if I do say so myself. "
The dorm room that Hector lived in was one of the single rooms, which meant that it was rectangular in shape, with the bed and desk on one side of the room and a small (very small) cooking area on the other side. This area included a minuscule stove, mini-fridge carefully stocked, and an oven so small it could hardly fit anything inside of it. But it was just enough for Hector to bake a cake in, so to him it was perfectly sized.
Rummaging around in one of the overhead shelves, he pulled out a small saucepan, setting it on one of the burners. From the fridge he collected a few select ingredients, and proceeded to chop, dice, and shred them small enough to dump into the pot. Adding a generous helping of broth, Hector stood there and stirred until the scent of spices began to waft through the air. Once it was finished, he fished out a clean bowl from the cupboard, poured a nice amount of the soup into it, and grabbed a spoon, padding back into the living area. Sitting on the bed beside Kazuya, Hector carefully offered him the bowl.
"Here," he said gently. "I hope it's not too hot."
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