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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:30 am
Shin nodded slowly to Haro's words, his eyes falling to the tiled kitchen floor. He didn't like... talking about that. It was embarrassing. Embarrassing particularly in front of Sparrow, but it was bad enough just with Haro. Truth be told, the tiger was so incredibly afraid of hurting Haro in any way that he could do no more than hold him gently for fear of scaring or breaking the small teen. In the dark-haired teen's mind, any smallest mistake he made could shatter his love like some fine china antique. Besides which, Haro seemed happy with just hugs and... that sort of thing. They didn't need to... to.... do anything more. It was unnecessary....
**
Liao glanced up as Wei waved to him and he nodded slightly in response, swallowed his bite of omlette, and then murmured, "'Morning..." Wei might not have been too happy about the vegetable content of the fridge, but Liao was quite happy to have not had to touch the unidentifiable meat. He rather prefurred to know just exactly what he was eating (and hopefully not 'who'), besides which cats didn't tend to eat meat from the larger animals, anyway.... Birds and fish -- and eggs -- were generally easier to get, as well as more to his taste.
He finished off his meal with a last, long sip of milk and sighed slightly as he set the glass down, bringing his napkin up to his lips to wipe away the milk residue. He set the napkin down on the counter, his gray eyes raising to Benji, who was currently asking too many questions so quickly that the cat had no chance to reply, anyway.
"--I'm fine," he mumbled. "And so is the temperature -- I think this room would turn into a sauna if it were any hotter... and probably bust the heating for the entire curcuit.... "And I already ate and I'm fine, Benji, really, but thank you...." he continued, wondering slightly if this was what it felt like to have a doting mother. He stood up slowly and picked up his dishes, took them to the sink and began to wash them. Head bent forward slightly over the sink, the hair on the back of his neck shifted slightly, bright orange locks parting over pale, bruised skin. Liao didn't notice, though, having already almost completely forgotten his caution. It was nearly impossible to be careful when his brain was being numbed by the heat.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:16 am
[[Whee, I don't have class until 12 today! whee ]]
Sparrow's gaze flickered between the two younger teenager's faces. Haro's clearly expressed a mixture of guilt, perhaps a hint of fear, but more than anything else a look of sadness that made the dark bird regret even bringing up the subject... And Shin, well, he looked petrified at the idea, although he masked it well under a thin reserve, the bird could tell.
Looping an arm around the lovebird's waist, the older bird huffed out a breath before shoving the small teen roughly at the cat, "Looks like you two need to talk about something," he muttered before heading back upstairs. From an outsider's perspective the two were...they obviously cared about eachother a lot, but the cat kept his distance for fear of hurting the bird, which only caused said bird to feel even more lonely, while Haro shut too many emotions up inside him...it was no wonder Shin didn't realize how his carefully metered actions affected the small boy.
Haro had enough sense to try and slow himself down lest he crash into Shin, unfortunately Sparrow had pushed him hard and they weren't exactly very far from one another so he ended up knocking into him anyway. After the initial shock of not moving wore off, the boy took a shaky step backwards. "I'm sorry," he whispered, hoping that he hadn't hurt the tiger. He knew it was selfish of him, but it just... He couldn't help thinking about Wei in his dreams, he couldn't help thinking about all the things he'd done, and it was so selfish of him but he wished sometimes that he could just replace those memories with new ones. He couldn't ask that of Shin though. Sometimes he didn't dream about Wei, sometimes they were nice and it was just Shin and sometimes they were just talking about things Haro could never remember, but they were always so nice. And when Haro woke up he would look around his room in sleepy confusion and want to hurt himself for the sinking feeling in his chest.
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"It is a bit hot, Wei, do you think I could turn the heat down a little?" Benji asked, having shed his sweater and coat hours before, leaving him only in a pair of pants and a t shirt, even though the outdoor weather begged for a warmer attire.
Wei grumbled a bit as a thick slab of...something fell with a slap against the plate below. "Fine, but it's not like I didn't warn you, I told you you'd eventually strip down to nothing before I was okay," he muttered while turning sly eyes towards the bird.
"Ah, yes, this is all a ploy to sat your sexual frustration, am I correct?" He countered, placing hands on his hips, but not before checking the boy's temperature for himself.
Wei frowned. "No, I was being serious, if I had my way it would be ******** hot in here," he said before flicking open the covering over the thermostat to lower the heat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 3:24 pm
((Lucky. D: I just started juniour year! I have all AP classes, tons of art classes [because it's a performing/visual art highschool] and no study hall. *dies*))
It was very fortunate that there were no knives laying out on the table. If there had been, Shin most likely would have found himself with at least one new scar. Apart from the physical reprecutions of such a happening, the mental sufferings it would endow upon the smaller teen could have been irreplacable. After all, Haro was already close enough to leaving the house "for Shin's own good." As it was, the boy's small weight made him stumble back slightly into the counter, his head bumping a bit against a cabinet, but not hard enough to even form a bruise.
As the boy stepped away, Shin moved away from the counter and the cupboard. He shook his head slowly as the coral-haired teen spoke and then replied, his voice just as soft and gentle as ever, "No, it's alright... I'm fine. See?" he said, holding up his hands and pushing back his sleeves to show the other his unscathed arms. "No cuts, not even a bruise.... It's not your fault, anyway.... It was... stupid of me not to tell Sparrow about... me. I suppose I should do that soon enough...." he murmured slowly, looking rather unhappy at that prospect. He really hated those looks of pity he received from others. Haro hadn't looked at him like that (although that was probably msotly because he hadn't known what the word meant at the time he had been told).
He raised one slender-fingered, pale hand lightly to the other's face for a moment before he allowed it to drop onto gently on his shoulder. His soft blue eyes were fixed intently on Haro's golden ones. He knew the boy well enough to know that he would protest -- he wouldnt believe that SHin was really... okay. "I'm alright... really," he repeated, a small, calm smile on his lips.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 3:32 pm
((Ack! I forgot Liao! D: ))
Liao glanced from between the two, his brows knitted together slightly. He had finished washing dishes and had set them in their designated places. Now he had turned round to face the pair, a rather odd expression on his face. There was a slight downward curving of his lips that was neither frown nor pout, because it didn't look particularly sad or bleeding, and his eyebrows were furrowed over his large, gray eyes, which were fixed avidly on the others. He hadn't much seen people act like... that. Just joking. Back 'home,' no one did that. Sometimes a servant would attempt to if Liao's parents were out, or if she were particularly daring. But his parents scarcely ever talked to one another, and he had never seen them be even remotely friendly to one another. Besides which, any sexual implications or talk were not at all taken lightly -- after all, the only people his mother or father talked that sort of thing with was whoever they were currently having an affair with. Suffice to say, the sort of behavior displayed by Wei and Benji was quite different.
"You two are weird...." he mumbled quietly as he raised his arms over his head and stretched. He lowered them again and resumed a more relaxed posture, though it was evident from the way that he stood that he had many time been instructed upon how to stand correctly, for he had a sort of easy grace about his limbs, despite how akward and clumbsy he could be at times.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 5:59 pm
[[Come to think of it, I think Haro would die if he ever made Shin bleed. TwT;; And that sucks about the classes. I do get a shiz load of homework but I manage my time well and I don't procrastinate too badly (you can't really procrastinate or you're screwed) so it's all good.]]
Haro resisted asking if he was really okay, if Shin said he was okay then he must be. The little bird didn't think the cat made it a habit to lie him anyway... Still, he felt bad. What if he had hurt him? What if Shin had slipped or something or fallen into a sharp corner or hit his head and... Haro felt the tug of the other's hand under his chin, forcing his head up, resting there for an all too brief moment before falling to his shoulder. "Mmn?" It was all he could do without asking if the tiger was okay, forcing his mouth to stay closed as Shin reassured him he was fine.
Sparrow had said they needed to talk about something. But what? He wondered if he was referring to the date he wanted to ask Shin to go on, or... His insides felt as if they were ice as panic gripped him, tensing, the small teen stared wide eyed at the floor. Why would Sparrow want them to talk about...about that? Blinking, Haro pouted a bit subconsciously, he knew, even if they both resolved to never act on their hormones or whatever the heck made him think such bad thoughts, he figured it would be even worse if they just walked through their relationship skirting around relatively important issues such as... Haro winced, not even being able to bring up the word in his head. Swallowing, the boy mulled around his choices for a minute before speaking. "Shin, can we... Uhm, can we talk...f-for a second?" He asked quietly, his voice clearly expressing how apprehensive he was.
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[[Lol, poor Liao. I'd be scarred for life with how much Wei talks about/implies sexual stuffs. XD]]
Wei eyed the kitten with a smirk. "You think we're weird? Spend a day with Chang and Vi, that cat is so ******** possessive and pervy, almost as bad as me in that sense," he said with a shudder, "I'm surprised he hasn't taken you in as his own, since you're a cat an' all," he explained as he stabbed a larger than needed piece of meat with a fork before bringing it to his mouth.
Benji shielded his eyes, looking down with a grimace, "That's disgusting, Wei," he moaned, dissolving against the counter as he tried to block out the snake's messy eating habits.
"Hey, you're the one that bought it, Missy. Thank you, by the way, I could just kiss you," he said with a grin, taking another bite of God knows what. "But...I won't," he said in between several swallows, "Wouldn't want you to choke or anything," he explained with a mischievous glint to his green eyes. "Should I even ask you to explain? Why in hell would I choke?" He asked, looking fairly confused before Wei replied with a snarky little laugh, pointing to his tongue with a devilish expression.
The bird's face contorted. "I...don't even know what to call you anymore, you're just...you amaze me, Wei, you really do," he said with a sigh before resting his hand one last time on the kitten's forehead. "I'm sorry for his behavior," Benji murmured softly, realizing that the cat was probably used to Wei's crude attitude by this point.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:04 pm
Bright blue eyes met golden hues and kept them there, his gaze steady. He couldn't tell what Haro was thinking... but he could at least guess. Sparrow had said they needed to talk about... about something. Haro was probably... probably worrying over that -- perhaps feeling a fear that he might... have to do that with Shin. Or perhaps he was reliving bad memories or.... Shin didn't know. All he knew, though, was that the thoughts couldn't possibly be good. With an expression like the one on the other boy's face, how could it possibly be any good?
And he himself was at a dilemma. He... he... wanted to... of course he... wanted that sort of contact with Haro, wanted the to hold the one... the one he loved, but..... He was so, so afraid. Afraid of hurting Haro, afraid of brining back painful memories, even afraid that he wouldn't be able to do anything right.... After all, he'd never done anything like... that before.
He blinked slightly as the other's voice finally broke the silence. Slowly, he nodded, moving his hand from the other's shoulder to grip his hand. "Let's... go in the living room," he murmured softly, leading the other there gently before he sat down slowly on the couch, his bright eyes watching the other intesly, though his gaze was still quite soft.
**
((Haha, yeah... 8D;;; ))
A small frown formed on the boy's pale lips. It was true... well... probably. He didn't really know Chang that well, but there was that weird book that the older male had picked out for Liao at the bookstore. Something about how to protect oneself from sexual harrassment... and he had said it would come in handy, since he was staying with Wei.... Liao didn't take it seriously, though. For all the reptillian male talked about '******** this' and '******** that,' the tabby didn't believe that Wei would really actually do anything. "At least Vi's normal," he replied with a small shrug.
He glanced to Benji, then, his eyes traveling from his face and then up to his hair. "Then again, I suppose you're is pretty normal... since your hair is like that naturally....." he added after several moments. It was true -- Benji was, at least, much more normal that Chang and Wei, even if he did act rather like a doting mother rather than a twenty-something-year-old man (or at least, Liao guessed he was in his twenties, though he couldn't be certain).
He shrugged once more as Benji apologized. "It doesn't do much good to apologize for someone else's behavior... Besides which, I don't mind it too much. I'm just greatful to have somewhere to stay...." he said placidly. From someone else, this likely would have sounded sweet and cute -- but with Liao's bland expression and tone, both without even a hint of a smile (though he said it sincerely enough), he looked more like a stubborn child than a bubbly teen, despite that he was already sixteen. He simply wasn't in the habbit of doing "cute" things, although he still somehow managed to be quite adorable without trying.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:35 pm
Haro shifted under the tiger's intense stare. With such pale, striking blue eyes when Shin... stared at him hard it was almost scary. His expression wasn't the least bit intimidating or even close to being frightening, but the little bird still found himself shivering under those eyes from time to time. He hadn't made up his mind if that was good or bad, yet. Trying to keep his own eyes up, Haro folded his hands in his lap, fidgeting a bit before mumbling quietly, "I never really...explained...uhm, what happened with Benji." Scratching at his neck, the bird winced, having forgotten for a second that Wei had taken the liberty in chomping down there in order to make him pass out. Rubbing softly over the healing puncture marks, Haro craned his head forward a bit, dropping his eyes as he felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm sorry," he started in a whisper, gradually speaking up until he tone was, more or less, normal, "I just... I don't know, he just made me feel... l-like, I really wanted to...t-to be with him and I didn't even have a reason. It just felt like it was right." Simply put, the older lovebird had made the smaller one's hormones go out of whack. "But I...never... I never really..." He stopped, not sure of how to put things. Clenching his hands into fists anxiously, the boy shied away a bit from the tiger, ashamed "Wei...he...I think about him when I sleep, and I thought if...if Benji...if he, if I let him--" His voice broke a little as he hung his head. "I thought it would make me stop thinking of Wei...and even though I wanted to save myself for you," he murmured the last bit quietly, "I knew you would never want that though and...and Benji made me feel s-so nice..."
Haro swallowed, his hands shaking as he collected his thoughts.
"I'm sorry."
------ - - - - [[lawl. Damn I should go to bed. I'll reply to the Liao post tomorrow.]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 7:54 pm
((..............Shin: D: .....?))
Shin nodded slowly as the other spoke, his expression reserved, at least for the moment. It began to fall, however, as the other's words penetrated his mind. He was no longer able to hold the other's golden gaze -- his eyes dropped down to his own pale, slender hands, which were clasped loosely in his own lap. After all the time he had spent with Haro, he thought he had a better grasping of the other's haultering speech -- that, for at least most of the time, he would know exactly what the boy wanted to say. But he was at a loss this time. He got the gist of it, of course, but something happened -- perhaps the shock -- that made the anxcious boy's words somehow incomprehensible to Shin for several long moments.
Haro thought about Wei at night sometimes. That was.... if anything, that was at least as bad as Haro... being with Benji. Because Haro had never felt anything for Benji he said but then... then... why had he done it...? And Wei... Haro was still thinking about him, even though Shin had sworn to himself to keep the older man from the other's thoughts. Truthfully, at that time, Shin was feeling horribly incompetent. Not only was Haro thinking of Wei -- he had been... with Benji.
He swallowed thickly, his eyes downcast, pale face angled towards the sofa. Benji had... made Haro feel... nice. Another terrible blow. But... Haro had wanted to... save himself for Shin...? And had said that Shin wouldn't... want that.
He had remained silent the entire time. Then, finally, he spoke. "H-Haro..." he began, his voice uncharicteristically faultering and unstable. "I... I love you... so please... don't think about anyone but me.... please...." he said slowly, his words soft and slightly strained, with a hint of almost pleading to them. It was easy to see just how much it hurt him to hear of what had actually happened. His eyes were burning, but he couldn't allow anything to flow past those bright blue shades. "I... I want to be enough for you..." he said, raising his head slightly to meet the other's gaze. He wasn't strong enough to hide the burning feeling behind his eyes -- the way they were glassy with unformed wetness -- but he could look the other in the eyes, and that was something.
He didn't know what else he could possibly say -- but it was obvious that he blamed himself for what had happened. After all, if he had... been able to fill Haro's thoughts with only him, had.... what? What did Haro want from him? Did he want for Shin to... to want him? If that was it... Haro should say. Shin was afraid more than anything else to hurt Haro... he couldn't possibly make a move if he thought the boy didn't want it, no matter how hard it could sometimes be to control his emotions.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 4:45 am
[[I shouldn't be replying to this since I have to leave in 10 minutes and I haven't eaten breakfast, but oh well~! I'll reply to kitten in like...an hour or so hopefully, if not then when classes are over for the day. And to clarify, Haro didn't really do much with Benji, if I recall correctly the ***** just shoved his hand down the poor kid's pants and shirt and messed with his head a bit. Haro was sort of willing though at first (which is why he feels so bad about it and doesn't really consider is anything close to rape), until he panicked and realized, 'this is bad.' >_o; -kicks Haro in face- ********. I really do love Haro, but his logic tends to astound me.]]
"I can't help it," Haro said forcefully, with a hint of panic in his voice. "It just... It's when I'm already asleep and I dream about.... I dream about what he did to me and I can't help it, if I could I'd never even think about him and if I could I'd only dream of you but I can't," he said, his voice leaning towards desperation. The boy looked up slowly. Why...did Shin say such stupid things? "You are enough, you are," he whispered, rubbing at his eyes as he felt the familiar sting of tears. "This is enough f-for me. I know it's bad but sometimes I dream about you and...me, and we--" He stopped, curling in as words hissed through his mind.
"He would...ask me why I...let him do things to me," he said slowly, his head still hung in shame, "He said I was...his...that I was a w-whore, but I just wanted him to love me, I thought he...would like me better if I let him touch me."
He sat in silence for a minute or so, staring down into nothingness.
"I'm never going to be able to...to s-stop thinking about him," he added in that same whispered tone, his manner clearly frightened. "He... He'll never go away. H-he has so much control over me still and he's not even here," he said, raking fingers through his hair, shaking a bit as the thought lingered in his mind.
Letting his hands drop, the boy continued in an almost sullen way, "You don't know how much I would love to dream about you every night."
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 2:46 pm
((Yeah, I know Haro and Benji didn't go all the way. But Shin doesn't know that. D: ))
Shin nodded slowly at the other's words -- but he didn't feel it. Not at all. He wanted to believe that he... could be everything for Haro, but how was that even possible? Haro wasn't like Shin, who had hardly ever had anyone in his life. He had had... one romantic relationship before, but.... that had ended quite badly and he hated to think about it. It only brought pain.
But Haro was insisting that he was enough, that Shin was... good. But those dreams Haro was having -- the ones with Shin in them -- just what... happened in them? He had opened his mouth to ask when Haro began to speak again. Bright blue eyes wide, he leaned towards the other, forgetting his own inner strugglings as he focused in on the expression on the other's face. But there was still more -- Haro couldn't stop thinking about Wei, couldn't ever.... But, even if having Haro being ever afraid of Wei, Shin could at least take some small reassurance that Haro didn't at all seem to be thinking of going back to the older male. He... he didn't know what he would do if he had to be alone again. There was Sparrow, he knew... but they weren't at all friends, really. Sparrow was just staying there until he could gather his memories once more....
Slowly, tentatively, the older teen leaned forward, his slender, pale hands holding the other's face gently, his eyes soft. "Haro... don't believe what Wei says... You're not... like that. You're not..." he said slowly, his bright gaze holding the other's and keeping it.
"A-and... if you'd like... to only think about me... I-I'll... do my best to make that happen -- I won't leave you by yourself.... if you have a nightmare, I'll... wake you up... I'll... I'll be with you," he said, his voice and gaze filled with gentle sincerity. If Haro had been blind of it before, it would now be impossible for the boy to not see just how much Shin truly cared about him.
((There was something else I wanted to write, but it flew out of my mind like a kid jumping off the second story roof. I'm a bit... absent minded right now 'cuz I'm SOSO happy. We had a grammar test in English to see where we were -- if we got an 80 or higher, we could go to the library during class for a couple weeks to start working on our hugehuge project, and if not we have to sit through a couple weeks of grammar lessons. ANDIMADEIT. *happyhappy* I don't know what my actual score was, but Iknow I made it! 8D So I get a study-lab-ish time to work on my bighuge project. :3 ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 6:26 pm
[[ gonk crying ]]
Haro stared at Shin, looking vaguely confused, perhaps a bit frightened. "You'll stay with me?" He asked this quietly, pressing a fingertip delicately against the other's cheek for a moment, sliding it down against his lower lip with a hesitant smile. "You don't have to," he whispered, letting his hand drop as he shook his head a bit, his movement slightly restricted in the older teen's gentle grip. "I'll...t-try not to think of...of Wei," he added, his expression turning dark for a moment, "So you won't have to wake me up," he murmured, not wanting to be a burden on the other.
He didn't know how he'd...react to Shin staying with him at night. Although he had dreams of Wei most nights he sometimes had dreams about Shin that left him shaking. "What if...? Shin, I sometimes h-have dreams and they're really bad and I don't want to...t-to ever make you do something you...w-wouldn't want," he mumbled, blushing a heated pink.
---- - - - [[ GRAAAAAH. I keep writing these things too late. T___T;; I'll reply to Liao tomorrow... Grrr. >_o;; Nice job with your English class. :3]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 7:23 pm
((Haha, thanks! I'm actually excited about this year. Though I'll be busy and therefor probably won't have time to read up all the Vonegate books my brother left me, it'll still be good. O:
Also, by the way, though Wei and Benji might not really be looking... the bruises on Liao's neck are extremely obvious -- particularly the ones in front. Big, purply and ugly. D: ))
Shin didn't speak for several moments, but it was evident from his expression that he truly and utterly wanted -- no, needed -- to help the other. He couldn't help but worry after Haro -- he loved the boy, after all. "Haro... I... I want to stay with you... it's alright," he murmured. He had leaned in slightly closer towards the other, his face mere inches from the other's. He was shaking slightly, though he tried his best to keep the tremours from reaching his arms. He didn't want Haro to feel the reprecutions of his pent up emotions, or of the desires that he would forever hold back.
"Just... let me do that. Please," he murmured softly, his pale eyes gazing steadily into the other's golden ones. Slowly, his motions showing the weight of both caring and self-restraint, he leaned forward and pressed a small, gentle kiss to the other's soft, pink lips. "I really do want... to be with you..." he murmured slowly, pulling back slightly from the kiss, his pale eyes gazing through the other from under half-drawn lids. It was a look so completely fitted upon his features -- half-closed eyes giving the impression of waking from a dream, while his dark, tousled hair spread across porcelein pale skin. He looked like some sort of doll -- or model -- he was so naturally perfect in his looks.
((*has a great love for unconditionally beautiful love* I blame Garth Nix and his "Keys to the Kingdom" book where everyone with power is exceedingly beautiful out of status and vanity. Meaning, when you get demoted, you get shorter and uglier. 8D;;; ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 9:50 am
[[omg, I'm going to punch myself. I have to go. I'll reply to Liao ASAP when I get back. I'm so sorry. x-x;;]]
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 1:39 pm
((S'alright. 8D;; ))
Shin allowed his hand to rest for some time where Haro had placed it. Gradually though, as the other gently pressed his face against the older teen's neck, his hands moved to circle the other's small frame. "I don't mind..." he murmured, pressing a small kiss against the other's forehead. At the same time, he was hiding his face -- which was, at that moment, a burning red -- from Haro. The boy had been comtemptlating the many possible meanings of Shin's speach and now it was Shin who was mulling over the other's speach. He... he knew Haro probably didn't mean it that way but, well... he was, at least somewhat, a normal teenage boy and hormones were most deffinately a factor.
Still, though, he kept everything apart from his face from reflecting the inner workings of his mind that Haro's words had caused. He sat back slightly into the couch, resting his back half against the arm, half against the cusiony backing. As he settled back, he gently pulled the other along with him, his pale arms wound gently, but firmly around the smaller teen's small frame.
((Shin wants to cuddle. O: ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:34 pm
[[I don't really know how in the heck those two ended up in the position they are in unless Haro's like halfway in the poor tiger's lap, so I'm just going to assume he is because otherwise they'd be in a very awkward and uncomfortable pose. x3]]
Haro was going to protest that not every night could Shin wake up at the drop of a hat simply to wake him up from a bad dream. There had to be things he had to do sometimes. What about school? On second thought, why didn't Shin go to school...? Didn't it start when summer let out and it was more than halfway through December, nearing Christmas and the petite boy knew the other wasn't old enough to be out of high school yet, he was barely even a year older than himself, and that was just guesswork on Lou's part. He hadn't really known how old Haro was, it was just an estimate from how long he'd known the boy and how his bird appearance correlated with a human age. Lou had considered him still a baby bird so he couldn't have been very old when he met him... It didn't help that puberty had taken a while...if at all in regards to determining the small teen's age. He hoped he wasn't really fifteen or something, that'd be a little weird since Shin was nearing eighteen. Haro couldn't exactly remember his birthday, sometime in February so Lou had picked a day for him to celebrate it and after that they had been adding one year to his age ever since, so it wouldn't be long until he was theoretically seventeen. Bringing his thoughts back to schooling, the boy hoped that Shin was finished with it because he didn't want to be left alone all day, nor did he want to actually go to school. Not only was he technically nonexistent in the eyes of the government, he didn't know much of anything about schools other than what Wei told him... And Wei had told him it had been some of the worst years of his life.
Looking up as the tiger situated himself against the couch, Haro took the other's relaxed state as a prime time to plunder his feline features. Wrapping arms around the tiger's neck, the boy experimentally blew a puff of air at black-striped cat ears, smiling to himself as they flickered in response. Nuzzling at them with his nose, the bird hoped Shin would start purring. Oh, he loved it when he did that. To ensure a higher probability the tiger would indeed purr, Haro leaned forward, pressing little kisses to cat ears. He hoped that it didn't hurt when he did that. With dogs, when you rubbed their ears they always got so happy and Haro hoped it was the same for cats.
[[Haro's like <(>w<)>~<3 ]]
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Wei, having finished half of his plate of still indeterminable meat, was much more awake and alert, the temperature, air currents, and the vibrations of the bird walking around the room flooding his senses as he allowed his more reptilian side take over. Glancing at Liao curiously as the the cat and the bird conversed about being normal or some stupid s**t like that, Wei mused to himself a bit about lunch. The kitten was still very much a kitten and probably relatively small when he was in said kitten form. He'd heard of adventurous snakes digesting small animals such as birds and cats and rabbits before and Wei wondered if it was possible with his species. He somewhat doubted it... Besides, he rarely ate anything in his snake form unless he had to-- too many bones for his liking.
Since the snake was more alert than usual he keyed in the different colors splayed across kitten's neck and chin. Blinking back animalistic features, green eyes narrowed. "Kitten, please tell me why in hell it looks like you got strangled to death," he said in a rather aggressive tone. "Was it that b*****d teacher of your's?"
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