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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:07 pm
Demy wasn't leaving. Lou had given him twenty minutes to gather his things and leave, and instead of using that time wisely the boy had stormed off to sit on his bed. Ears flat and arms crossed, Demy snarled and muttered to himself. Whatever he was on was making him talkative, and while walking to the bar it had been upbeat and fun chattering, now it was simply angry grumbles.
"Stupid Lou! Acting like he's SOOOO good and SOOO superior...he breaks the law all the time too, but nooo I'm the bad guy here."
Of course Demy never really paid attention to what Lou did, but it sounded good at the moment.
"Figures...he just wants to abandon me like my so-called friends..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:34 pm
Once he had gotten rid of Demy's trash he headed back upstairs. When he didn't hear the sound of packing his eyes narrowed and he went in search of the other. Demy had more things than he could shove somewhere in twenty minuets.
".... i dont believe i gave you the option of sitting on your a**."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:37 pm
"I don't believe I asked for it."
Own eyes narrowed, Demy stayed put and simply glared at the other.
In reality he'd probably be fine without most of his things. It was only his old collar and his guitar he'd get snarly over.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:56 pm
"If you are going to sit there instead of taking the opportunity to get your things then you can just leave them here. I want you out of my home. Now."
Whatever Demy left he could burn. He was not about to let him loaf about for the last bit of time he had here.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:59 pm
"You gave me twenty minutes, I'll leave when it's time. Or are you going to claim I don't listen to you again?"
Demy growled, eyes darting across the room at his guitar a moment before resuming the glare at Lou.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:04 pm
"I gave you twenty minuets to gather your things. You are not doing so so in turn you do not have twenty minuets." He saw Demy eying the guitar. "You have until i make my way over there to get it and get out otherwise i am burning it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:09 pm
"Burn it?!"
Demy yiped, the glare instantly being replaced with a look of shock. Burn his precious guitar? It had been -his- since the band first started...no way in hell was he letting anything happen to it!
Quickly scrambling off the bed, the boy ran over and snagged the guitar. He gave it a quick protective hug, glancing back at Lou. Crap...he really was serious wasn't he? Tail drooping, the boy released his guitar long enough to slip on his star hoodie, before picking the guitar back up and strapping it across his back. That finished, he fidgeted nervously and watched Lou, eyes now filled with sadness rather than the anger they had once contained.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:17 pm
He stepped aside so Demy could get to the door. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited. Truthfully he didn't like seeing Demy look like this but there was nothing for it. If the younger man couldn't keep his hands off such things he wanted nothing to do with him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:23 pm
"..mmrph...you really are just like them..."
Ears flat and tail dragging, the boy sighed sadly and made his way past Lou. Why, why couldn't anyone see? He didn't -want- people angry at him...he just needed help!...Or something! But no, it was so much easier to give up on him and boot him to the curb. This was the kind of s**t that drove him further and further into his addiction to begin with.
He should have known nothing good would come from being sold to a bartender for a couple of drinks.
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