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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:44 pm
".....I made paper airplanes earlier Z! They even flew, really well! You'd be proud."
Yep, note talk was already forgotten. Though seeing his little buddy look so upset was distressing. So clearly it was time to come up with whatever minor victory he could think of to make Z proud of him. Yes! The blonde followed along at Z's heels, content with walking back to the dorm as well.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:52 pm
He stared at Dem for a long moment "You did huh....and where did you fly them?"
His note, his poor note was a freaking paper airplane.
My god...
He wondered, had it ended up in the trash? or had someone utterly random picked it up. He pinched the bridge of his nose... oh wow, another headache.
Damned good thing Demy was so C....
....
He'd been in that locker too long... Way too long, lack of oxygen.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:54 pm
"Outside! Right before you called me actually. It was pretty cool man, it went faaaar....but I didn't see where it landed to get it back. Oh well."
Yeah, oh well. No need for that piece of paper! ...Nevermind the fact it was the note Z wanted back so bad.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:31 pm
"right... before...."
He said his face twisting with realization and he just groaned.
He'd quite literally, helped shoot himself in the proverbial foot.
It had been SUCH a good plan, SO good.
He should have known.
"....thank you Dem..." he managed shoulders slumping.
Spilled milk, he told himself, -spilled milk-... oh gods.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:46 pm
"You're welcome!"
He beamed, happy to help!...With...whatever it was he had helped with.
"Cmoooon man cheer up! How 'bout I make you a paper airplane when we get back? I'll even use some of my glow in the dark star stickers on it man. It'll be awesome!"
Oh man, busting out the glow in the dark star stickers. Z should feel privileged. Only a precious few were granted access to them!
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:57 pm
"Thats... awesome Demy, I don't know what to say." He replied in a daze still over the lost note. He'd worked so HARD on the hand writing.
Not crying over spilled milk was a LOT harder than it sounded, Stupid colloquialisms...
"...I wonder who found the last one..." he murmured.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:14 pm
An upset friend simply -wouldn't- do. Frowning just slightly, Demy snagged Z and attempted to drag him the last bit of way towards the dorm room.
"Come onnnnn man, all this quietness just isn'---okay yeah it is, but you're creeping me out man. Cheer up?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:42 pm
Zac shook his head tiredly 'its... fine Dem, I just need to think of better ways to solve m...our problems. I'm just not good enough at this yet. He rubbed his eyes.
"Just... give me a little I'll be fine. I just need better ways to solve things."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:45 pm
Dorm room door flung open, Demy ushered his smaller friend inside. Quickly he followed him in and shut the door behind them.
"You sure man?"
Demy was in front of him now, practically -in his face- and wearing a look of concern.
"You're not lying to me, right? Cause really, I can take it! Promise! I just want you to be happy!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:00 pm
He started slightly as it dawned on him there was a new 'proximity invasion', the heat went to his cheeks again and his eyes were wide for a moment, he could probably, have asked him -anything- just then...
Anything.
"I... promise... I'm fine. Honest, I just need...to learn to account for....
For random variables"
He said quietly, tense... wide eyed.
"Uh... did you... make the stars with that tape yet?"
Distract!! must distract!!
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:03 pm
"Random..varia----THE STARS! Oh crap man, I haven't done it yet! I'll do it now!"
And he was gone, scrambling back to 'his' side of the room to get back to work on that little pet project of his. Afterall, Z said he was fine! Though if he didn't at least -look- the part of being fine soon, Demy would be back in his face once more.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:03 pm
He locked the door behind them and chuckled softly moving to flop down on his bed and winced slightly at the bruise forming on his ribs. They were SO good, at keeping it from being seen, that after all would get them -caught-.
He folded over anyhow and fumbled for a box slid under his bed and pulled it out and removed a single thing from the contents, a simple, stuffed...panda bear.
It had -enormously- sad eyes, and with it he flopped back onto his back and closed his eyes to think while Dem set to work...
Well... he could still save 'clear detergent under a black light' for another attempt at this, Dem would love that...
Then there would still be, highlighter in a bottle of water... that one was simple enough, couldn't cause much damage... so long as no one told dem to drink it. Right, make sure all the highlighters were non toxic.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:21 pm
He had made -some- ground in his project. There was a star on the wall now, so horray for progress!
However there was a more pressing matter to attend to, and that was the complete and utter lack of shiny glowy things on that stuffed panda. In a remarkable show of stealth for him (it -was- Demy afterall), the blonde snuck his way over to the other side and slipped a glowstick necklace onto the panda.
"There man, looking cool now!"
...Yeah, there went his 'stealth'.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:25 pm
One eye cracked open again to -stare- first at the panda, then at Dem and arch an eyebrow.
"..... You just crossed the line on the floor....AND....you messed with Mr. Tenebrous, we talked about messing with Mr. Tenebrous..."
He intoned ominously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:28 pm
Awh man...not even a remark at how he was getting better at sneaking around. Damn!
"....We did?"
Demy tilted his head, staring down at both his friend and the now slightly glowing panda. Had they talked about this before? ...Ugh he really had no idea. Z talked -a lot-. It's not like he could remember everything!
...Or anything, really.
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