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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:12 pm
"I could go for some hashbrowns----heeeey! You TOTALLY said I could jump rope with the tape! So there, that's talking about jump ropes. Don't lieeeee Z, it's bad ya know?"
He shook his finger, tsk-tsking at the shorter male.
"Besides man, you don't -need- boobs...."
Grin back in place, and now accompanied with a snicker, Demy quickly walked back to his side of the room to play with the tape.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:19 pm
"Ok Hashbrowns were all...Y...." he stopped making the oddest face as he tried to process the last comment and the snicker.
Sadly he really had, no idea what to make of the statement. If his brain were a computer, safe to say Demy had just fried one of the 'chips'.
"I...w.... what?" He finally managed his face turning -BRIGHT- red "N...Nevermind! My half, your half... AUGH!"
He turned and fumbled one of his school books off a shelf and started flipping the pages though he was far too flustered to even be sure of what he was reading, or, to realize for several moments that it was upside down.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:29 pm
"I know I totally don't read a lot of books and whatever man, but uh....shouldn't you turn that around?"
The voice came from directly behind Z, rather than the other side of the room where it -should- have been coming from. Seems Demy really didn't get the whole concept of the tape grid.
"Cause uh...everything's all kinds of upside down, and it makes for pretty hard reading. Unless you -want- it that way...you always were a bit out there."
Shrugging harmlessly, the blonde made to move away again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:32 pm
"DERK!" would be a rough approximation for the strangled sound that came out of Zac's mouth as he tensed like a 2x4 at the unexpected proximity.
"W...What?! I Have -NEVER- been out there! I am the only sane one in this....GET ON YOUR SIDE OF THE ROOM!!" He flustered gesturing wildly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:40 pm
"No."
It was a quick and simple answer, delivered with a grin for maximum annoyance. In fact, while he was at it...well he might as well try to snag one of the flailing appendages right?
"Calm -down- dude you're gonna hurt yourself. You're little, ya know? Don't want to strain your little arm or something..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:48 pm
"I...you...why...you...."
He pulled at the captured wrist but didn't manage to free it.
"You are -so-...." he started and trailed off again without words. Not terribly -normal- for him to be sure.
A deep breath to try and steady himself. Calm...calm was control, control was needed, he just needed to figure out Demy's -agenda-...and to stop blushing...
"Let... go." He said flatly scowling trying to ignore the 'little' arm comment. It wasn't -that- that bugged him ultimately anyhow. He -knew- he was short. He just wanted a little -respect-. Was that -really- too much to ask from people??
Another breath, not as forced. At least Demy didn't put him into lockers though, he helped him get him OUT of them, that was a nice alternative, even if he didn't know what to make of his last comment.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:03 pm
"Amazing. So amazing is what you meant to say, yes?"
Of course it was. His roommate thought the world of him! Yes sirree.
Really, Demy helped Z out of lockers...when he felt like it. He -had- been known to sit in front of the other's locker and simply wait for a certain password before granting his shorter friend his freedom. Usually the password consisted of some phrase of how awesome Demy was.
"Fiiiiiine, I'll let go. Sheesh don't get your panties all up in a wad."
The wrist was dropped, and the blonde quickly folded his arms and watched the other.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:11 pm
"Spectacular" he assured with a razor edge of sarcasm "Assuredly utterly unique, they broke the mold, or you did the jury is still out on that. Truely...you amaze me."
He nodded and then snorted in irritation and fumbled for his book like some kind of hardback armor to put between them.
"....stupid agitation!" he added emphatically to give reason to the lingering red in his face. Yes, -that- was the reason he felt all muddled, just... too excited. HMPH.
"So I have an idea... to...teach some people that their not 'the most awesome thing' to grace the school." He said averting his eyes towards their window.
"One of them has a crush on one of the teachers...I think it'd serve them right to be mislead by a note. If you could put one in -their- locker I'll deliver one to the teacher and they can hash it out from there. I think the repercussions of 'inappropriate behavior towards a teacher' would take them down a few pegs don't you? It just...doesn't do for them to think their more....-awesome- than you."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:33 pm
"I know I do. I amaze all."
Thankfully, the hatching of an evil plot quickly distracted him from discussions of how amazing he was.
"Crush on a teacher huh? The note thing sounds good man."
Really he uh....well he didn't care. Z was the planner, he did things. Doing said things usually ended up in either some sort of reward (if he was REALLY good, maybe he could earn some more glowsticks from Z...), or in the case of failure well....he just didn't talk about those. No matter how often it happened.
"'Course not man. Other people are awesome, but there's only one Demy, ya know? Soooo whatcha want me to do? And when?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:17 pm
"Once I get the notes written, using of course papers with her grading on them to make a convincing imitation of her writing I need your help to get it -to- the 'victim'
I on the other hand will deliver a message from the student... Having copied -his- hand writing off the blackboard where he was laying out...sport plays or whatever he was doing... and deliver a note to the teacher saying he wants to meet her to study...since I made -sure- that she's teaching him this year."
he said tapping his palm grateful for the change of topic. Things were -always- better when he was in control... even if he had to pretend at times not to be.
Then... he, thinking he's going for an amorous meeting with a teacher too shy to express herself when its not on paper... make inappropriate advances.
If I could just figure out -some- way to slip him a spiked soda ahead of time that would be even -better- he mused with a malicious glint in his eyes at the idea of dropped inhibitions on the doubtless 'horn dog' of a bully.
Shove HIM into the trashcan... HA....
Never underestimate a man with -resources- at his disposal.
Never mind that it didn't always -work-, the important thing was ultimatly that they didn't get caught.
"Now I'll need to finish a cover story for each of us too... it won't do for any suspicion to come to us, after all we can't...tarnish your reputation for awesome with accusations. He shot a meaningful glance.
Oop... best not forget either.
"...and for helping i'll let you in on a little tip. It's white tape... turn on your black light."
There was of COURSE an ulterior motive for the tape color. There would be NO excuses about not seeing THAT line, if he ever -bothered- to follow it...
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:46 pm
Demy had no idea why he asked for the details. He really didn't have the patience (or attention span) to listen to Z elaborate on the plan. It was somewhere in the first few sentences that the blonde's face took on a rather blank look, and one could even swear his eyes were getting that glazed look. Hoboy, a bored Demy was never a good thing...
Thankfully Z threw the perfect distraction in at -just- the right moment.
"Oh man REALLY?"
And with that Demy was gone, back to his own side of the room to mess with his blacklight and the tape. Now he really wanted to figure out those stars!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 6:45 am
Zac folded his arms smug at his timing, never mind that the glazed eyes were reaching 'impenetrable' and almost anyone who knew Dem should be able to read -that- glassy stare for what it was.
He was going to take anything he could -get- for a sense of accomplishment.
But now... now there was the rest of the problem at hand, he could happily sink into -that- for a nice long while and ignore Dem completely till he'd solved it to his satisfaction. Now -where- was his pen?
He snapped on his desk light and pulled out his chair as the main light flipped off to reveal glowing lines over the floor.
Just wait... till he told him that the clear bleach did something similar. Hmm... actually it might be amazing to play with his head if he started writing messages on the wall.
He chided himself and sat down to work on alibis.
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