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Hello!” Said Ludwig is well German accent sounded trough the mobile phone"
”Well Hikari, my dear boy you seem to forget the white thing with a woman voice, by the way what kind of diet she died to shrink so much I think it is unhealthy?”

Ludwig waited to the young male answer while hearing a bit strange noise from the top of the building he wounded if it is the bar tender and whose he doing maybe that disappeared noble count. Although is risen corsetry he decided against it, after all it was not polite not without a good set of popcorn anyway

Just a few minutes. That's all Mizi needed: a few minutes with only the gorgeous waiter to occupy every thought of his mind. Appreciative of the entry he was permitted, Mizi's tongue desperately delved in to taste the other, one arm coiling securely around Slaine's waist and the other still somewhat crushed between them, fingers caught in the shirt's fabric. He needed time to forget that he thought he was losing Slaine to Shinto. That Val was back in town and would reopen old wounds.

Mizi's usually kind eyes opened, now looking tired and hinting irritation as his cell phone rang its musical tune. Time... afforded him no escape. Fumbling quietly, Mizi pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He reluctantly parted his deepened kiss from Slaine, nuzzling the other's nose lightly with his own and pressing his forehead to Slaine's. "Sorry," he murmured softly, and meant it. There was an underlying bitterness to the remainder of his words, "I have to take it." His plum eyes were casted down but he seemed to pause, as if asking permission.

Hikari heared a knock. He opened the door, it was Ludwig. "Howdy, why don't ya come in and let me uh take that." Hikari said grabbing the I-pod. He sat on the couch and pressed play on the remote. Screaming was comeing out of the screen. He ate some popcorn "Want some?" He said handing Ludwig the bowl.

'Why couldn't we just watch television or something? Why? It's back to this, all over again...' Talis thought.

"A-are you sure you don't want to watch T.V. because I'm sure they could have some good channels in this hot...." Talis's desperate protest to avoid talking about the subject was silenced by the other's reserved nature. Clearly, Radevel wanted to talk about this subject, and this alone. It was Talis's turn to sigh in defeat.

He was so confused. There was no other soul on the planet who could make Talis's stomach turn full of butterflies, his heart pound or ache, his brain cease functioning in the most blissful sort of ways, his knees go weak, or his breath be stolen away but by Radevel Taibal. He was handsome, he was entrancing, he was clever. There wasn't a doubt in Talis's mind that he loved him. And because of that, Talis wanted to give Radevel whatever he desired.

But then there were times like that morning, and Talis wasn't sure if that man and his Radevel were the same person. He couldn't remember the last time... something like that had ever happened. Radevel hadn't ever deliberately raised his hand to him that hard or beat him that many times. He was sorry, but Talis couldn't deny that his blissful trembles under Radevel's gaze had somehow morphed to fearful shivers. The undoubtedly well-formed bruises upon the boy's frame now made it uncomfortable for him to imagine the other laying eyes upon again, but Talis felt most guarded about something deeper than his body. He just... wasn't sure how else to say it.

"I don't know, Rad. It kind of depends on you," he replied quietly, standing and moving to the dinky closet door. He began rummaging through the closet. "Do you see any extra blankets? I'm cold."

Ludwig look specifically on the bowl
slowly he toke one part and poked it , it had a soft touch
then he smalled it, sweet sence of corn came from it
then he slowly eat it
and luckily enough it was not poisoned!

Ludwig smiled and truned toward the screeming voices watch it quitley a bit then gron a bit
"why those kids are so easy to kill"

"No.. I don't see any other blankets except for the ones on the bed," Radevel said somewhat dismissively. He also severely doubted there would be anymore within the room. "So, either you're going to have to do as I said earlier and use the bed yourself, or-" he paused a moment as he reached over to grab his jacket he had previously disgarded on the floor. With that, he followed through in tossing it at the boy. "Use that." It being an expensive enough jacket, it was not only made for style, but also comfort.

'Depends on me?' he questioned himself, looking into the blank, black screen of the TV. He faintly saw his own reflection staring back at him, his white hair standing out the most against its dark depths.

"I've already asked you what I could do for you," he commented, mostly to himself. He was recalling what had happened thus far, what he could say now. "I wouldn't be here now if I.. didn't want you back with me." Oh, how Talis didn't know what it was doing to him having to say such things! To remain calm and gentle in the situation of returning things back to normal. To deal with this new surfacing emotion he got when only thinking of Talis. But could he really curse the other for this? Sure, he was the one inducing this feeling, but it was fed through himself. It was his own actions that stopped Talis from leaving, that had them sitting in that motel.