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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:15 pm
SONOFABITCHTHECIGSWEREGETTINGAWAY.
Er....he was fine! REALLY.
No. No he wasn't. Demy was practically falling off the couch arm in desperation as his eyes followed the trek of the cigs across the room. s**t. s**t. s**t. s**t man.
"...Cmoooon man, just one? Please?"
Yep, back to begging.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:31 pm
Tanaka paused in his steps, turning around to face Demy. Oh what a wicked smirk (seriously, are you -sure- he and Xemnas never met?). Ah, so you do want one then.
A hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the oh so coveted pack of cigarettes. He tapped the bottom of the pack against his free hand, the sound clearly audible in the quiet room. Another taunt, was he thinking about? Debating, oh hope he says yes!
Finally he took a cigarette from the pack, another -agonizing- moment, and at last held it out as if to offer it to his pleading roommate.
"Come get it, if this is what you want."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:18 pm
He was up, and across that room in a heartbeat.
Yes. THAT cigarette. He wanted it. He -needed- it. And by god he'd -have it-.
One paw reached for the coveted prize. It'd be hesitant (hell it should have been) afterall...Tanaka was rather evil. But...he wanted that damn cigarette and he wanted it -now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:31 pm
Tanaka pulled the coveted prize just away from Demy's hand, only for a moment, just long enough to remind the other that these were his cigarettes, he controlled them, and they were not under any circumstances free.
He leaned forward, head lowered as he spoke, his voice low.
"You owe me."
And he intended to collect.
At last he relinquished the cigarette, a faint smirk as he walked past the other audio, returning to the couch to stretch out. That whole going back to his bedroom? Only a part of the game, he wasn't in the mood to go there yet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:37 pm
OHTHANKGODHEHADTHECIGARETTE.
And for once he had his own lighter, and he was lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth. Oh gooood, so much better.
Pft, owing Tanaka. Whatever. Nothing to worry about right? He'd be fine. Yeah. Just him and the cigarette for ******** hell Tanaka was staying out here. OH WELL. Demy strolled back over and plopped into 'his' seat and resumed enjoying his delicious cancer stick.
"Ahhh...."
SO much better.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:51 pm
Hey, his apartment, his couch, deal with it. Tanaka really couldn't have cared less what Demy thought, if he would have rather had the living room to himself, or what seat he had claimed as his. Heh, more than once Tanaka had thought of just kicking the little runt right off that claimed seat of his.
"Enjoy it while you can, it's the last one you get."
Until you pay for all the ones you've bummed off me already that is.
There was something very final in his voice. Pay up, or the next time you want one (which will come all too soon I'm sure) you'll be s**t out of luck.
The pack of cigarettes had been tossed back on the table (pffft, like he was going to crush them by keeping them in his pocket). One very exaggerated stretch later, Tanaka was reclining on the couch again, his tall form nearly taking up the entire thing (good thing it was a big couch). His back was against the arm opposite Demy, his feet stretched to other end. Yeah, he had made himself pretty comfy on that couch.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:03 pm
"Hrmph."
That was all the reply he felt he needed to give. Whatever Tanaka, whatever. He'd find the money on the table tomorrow without another word. Demy wasn't going to make some big SHOW about paying him back.
Especially not when he had a delicious cig to enjoy. Mmmmm.
He was totally taking his time and enjoying it. Just like Tanaka was enjoying the couch. Then again, this is why Demy sat on the -arm-. At least there he wasn't bothered, no one really wanted to sit there anyway.
Nope, he simply had no idea anyone had thought about -kicking him off- just for the sheer fun of it.
"Long night."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:17 pm
"I guess."
Or maybe it wasn't long enough. Tanaka shrugged, one eye looking to the lights outside the window. When he left this place it would be as if he had vanished, leaving no trace behind that he was ever there at all except maybe in the memories of those who's paths he had crossed. Where would life take him to next?
It didn't matter, it was a lifestyle he had chosen. Always living in the shadows, never staying one place for long, never staying with one girl for long.
A hand moved to scratch behind one ear, his body shifting to make himself more comfortable. As long as the night may or may not have been, you'd have thought he would be tired, maybe he should have been, but he wasn't. Did he ever sleep? Did he even want to sleep?
"The sun is coming up."
It wasn't that he could actually see the sun through the window for all the buildings and nightclubs, but he could see that the lights in said buildings were starting to go out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:37 pm
Well son of a b***h.
Demy offered a sigh and slid down a bit. Lord knew how he did it, but the little Audio somehow managed to sprawl into a comfortable position whild remaining on the couch arm. Sure he looked like one HELL of a bum, but he was comfortable, so whatever.
Tail tips twitched over the edge of the couch as Demy stared over at the window. God...damnit why did the sun have to come up. He should sleep. He really should.
...But this cig was awesome. He'd stay awake just long enough to finish it and then bed. Really.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:49 pm
Bed? Yeah, that so was not happening, especially not considering there was still someone -in- his bed. b***h, all she wanted to do was cuddle and he did NOT want to be touched. (God, why the hell did women always want to cuddle after sex.) Heh, maybe that was something he and Demy had in common, neither of them really liked to be touched.
Tanaka shook his head, what was it with Demy and the arm of that couch. Seriously, it wasn't as if it was the only place to sit in the apartment. There was the floor, that big chair over there, or you know...the bed in the 2nd room Demy was occupying.
"You know, there's a chair over there."
And it was probably a lot more comfortable than the arm of the couch. Whatever, he didn't really care.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:53 pm
At least they had something in common, because otherwise this whole living arrangement made no effing sense.
Oh well.
"...Mmyep, sure is a chair over there."
Was he moved towards it? Nope. Was he flicking the spent cig into the ashtray? Sure was. Was he now closing his eyes while still resting on that damned couch arm? SURE WAS.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:07 pm
Tanaka shook his head, little runt. Was he really going to sleep there on the arm of the couch? Was he going to risk GETTING KICKED ONTO THE FLOOR in the middle of the night? Probably.
Well fine then.
Tanaka wasn't sleeping out here, that's for sure. Standing up, one last stretch, a twitch of his tail, he turned to walk not toward his own bedroom (cuddling, ugg) but rather to the spare room he had been letting Demy stay in. If Demy wasn't going to use that bed tonight, then HE was.
"You won't mind if I use your bed then."
Technically it was his (well okay so really it was the landlord's), so it didn't really matter if Demy minded or not did it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:20 pm
It'd be the middle of the day technically, but yeah...he was going to risk it.
"Whatever suits you man."
Sure, whatever. Go use the bed. He totally had the entire living room at his disposal.
..Including that pack of cigarettes on the table. HA HA!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:29 pm
Tanaka was already at the bedroom door, fully intending to go inside no matter what Demy said. A pause, his hand on the knob.
"I advise you not to do anything you'll regret."
And by that of course he meant that pack of cigarettes on the table. He knew exactly where he had left it and how many cigarettes were left, he would have been, shall we say displeased were he to find any missing. And by that I mean touch and die, hope you're REALLY good at hiding from a PROFESSIONAL HIT MAN! Sorry, I mean contract problem solver, let's be politically correct here.
The door open, Tanaka stepped into the room, throwing whatever may have been on the bed onto the floor before flopping over. Sleep, such as it was, maybe he was a bit tired.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:49 pm
"I've already done plenty I regret."
Plenty of things. Drugs, for example. Being turned into a demon for another. The list went on and on and on.
"But whatever, I gotcha man..."
No more cigs anyway, it was time to sleep. Grumbling, he adjusted just slightly before letting sleep claim him as well. Arm-rest bed or no.
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