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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:20 am
"But it's alllll the way over there."
He lifted his arms, gesturing the direction he vaguely recalled his bed being in. He really only had a nice view of the ceiling from his position, but...hey, Z would get the point. And that was a -long way- to go man! He had to cross the entire room and that meant traversing the epic tape grid of doom.
...Okay no really, it wasn't that far and the tape grid was just tape on the floor. But it still hurt to think about moving ughhhh.
Now that he looked at the ceiling, it was pretty damn boring...he'd have to fix that one day.
....God why the hell was he thinking about this now.
"Our ceiling is boring man...."
Why the hell was he -talking about this now-? Ugh!
With a grunt in Z's general direction, the legs draped over the bed disappeared as Demy tried to push himself off the floor.
...He didn't get very far. Now he was just curled up beside the bed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:26 am
Muffled curses were stashed into the folds of his pillow before he made himself sit up again.
"UP." He ordered as curtly as he could
"UP...come on... get on the bloody bed ok?"
He reached down and hauled at Dem's arm trying to at least lift him enough to flop him on his own bed if Dem wouldn't go back to his side of the room.
If Dem wouldn't cross the tape again, -he- would. Problem solved, totaly, at least till the headaches faded.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:31 am
Those magic words were alllll that was needed to get Demy moving again.
In fact, he was pretty much up in a flash and tackling Z back down onto the bed. ...OKAY OW, that -really hurt- and he couldn't help but whimper in pain. But he had his snuggle buddy back.
As unwilling as it may be. Going to the other side of the room Z? Demy's got something to say about that!
In but a few moments Demy was back to where this horrible morning had started. Behind Z, snuggling into him, eyes shut contently.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:53 am
Zac yelped in alarm and surprise. Really he should have KNOWN better than to be surprised. But all the same it eluded him some how.
"YOU FAKER!!!" He yelled and then whined in agony clutching his head.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:58 am
Demy let out a soft laugh, though it was quickly cut off by how much Z's yelling hurt his own head. Ow. Ow. OW!
"Faker? Just...doing what I had to do man."
Yep, what he had to do to guilt Z into letting him back up there. The shorter boy had nobody to blame but himself. Hey, he was supposed to be the master strategist, it was his -own- fault for not predicting how his own 'minion' would act.
Though, then again, the blonde usually was a sort of loose cannon. Demy's ways of reacting were never really typical, and usually had no rhyme or reason to them. All the more fun for him!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:13 am
Anger, it flared up under the headache, embarrassment at himself for falling for this 'simple trick', for not ignoring it like he SHOULD have. Unreasonably mad at Dem for pulling it off. He squirmed himself free scowling with gritted teeth.
"godDAMNIT Dem..." he snarled. "I am NOT a stuffed animal, I am not PORTABLE, I am not HAPPY! " He raged...
He stood there for a moment head pounding wanting to say more, not able to find WORDS.
He should -not- be happy cuddling there. He shouldn't be -weak- like that. He shouldn't have been FOOLED. Everyone wanted -something-... and he thought now that he'd been wrong about what Demy wanted. What he couldn't admit was that he might be at least partly wrong about what -HE- wanted.
He jammed his feet into his sneakers not bothering to tie them and marched for the door. Headache be damned, he needed out, he needed air, it was like he couldn't -breathe-.
"Mr Tenebrous is under the -bed-... he IS a stuffed animal, you can cuddle -HIM- I'm going out." He snarled pressing his hand to his temple. He was so, frustrated, taught as the strings on his violin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:23 am
Demy was up like a bolt, and for perhaps the first time since Z had known him he looked honest to god hurt.
"...I...didn't say you were portable man?"
Why would he say that? He wasn't the one that shoved him into the lockers, he was the one rescuing him! That's how they had met, afterall. It was only some small miracle that they had been shoved into the same dorm later on.
"But...happy man. I'm uh....s-sorry?"
Demy was at a loss for words. Demy was at a loss for words. This was so...-wrong-. So out of character for him.
Mr. Tenebrous...heh. He knew exactly where he was. He often talked to the teddy bear when Z wasn't around. But his roomie didn't need to know that.
"I'll...be waiting for you. Not givin' up on ya."
And then he was up, shuffling his way to his side of the room without another word or further explanation on what he meant.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:37 am
Oh god... that -look- on his face. His own eyes widened in shock at it.
It was like a dagger, his mother looked that way, the day his father left. All the hurtful things he said, all the other -people- he'd slept with. And for all that she still loved him, kept his picture in a drawer where she thought Zac wouldn't find it.
He made that look though, and on Dem's face... of all people HIS face.
His arms folded around himself like a shield to hide the fact he'd started shaking.
He was not his father, he would nEVER be his father.
He'd have respect...
He would, but that face... He should apologize, he should -do- something. But he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough, he just wanted to run away, as far as he could from that promise.
Not giving up..
what did he -want- from him? It was just too fast, too much. He had to work things out, had to plan.
He fled the room, closing the door quietly behind him, his hurried steps taking him further and further away from the face, but it could still -see- it.
He fancied himself not unlike Dante, haunted by what he had seen in the Canto's of hell, but deep down, he felt like he was running the wrong way.
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