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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:12 am
"Hmm...Tacos for eternal devotion... I suppose I could call that a fair exchange."
And he actually laughed. He wasn't sure, if Dem was serious, he felt like he should have known but it could just be a -tease-, like last night, the I love you, that had to have been one right?
He pocketed his cell phone, tucking the tiny panda charm deftly to hide in his pocket. "Alright...call if you need me..." He added, he should probably look up concussions, broken ribs. Anything that might tell him if he should be more worried.
Oh he'd get answers to this alright, no matter how long it took.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:10 pm
Demy had spent the day doing a variety of things. Sleeping was a good one. Fiddling with his guitar was another. Listening to music was a definite.
Now, however, he had managed to make himself niiiiice and comfortable on his bed and was playing Guitar Hero...or trying to, at least. The discordant tones were nothing like when he usually played, but he was having a bit of trouble playing. ...Actually it was starting to get frustrating. Crap.
Sighing (and frowning just slightly), he started up a song to give it oneeee last try.
...Nope. Not doing any better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:25 pm
Z was, late, getting back to the dorm, his clothes were filthy and he looked like a wet cat, actually he was soaked.
He dropped his book bag on the foor with a wet, heavy thud and stripped off his sweater vest.
"JUST....so you know, I think my phone drowned... and So did Dinner. But it was better than the locker... I think."
And he sneezed.
He squinted at the screen and watched missed notes. "...you really are in bad shape."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:35 pm
"I'm fine..."
The answer was rather practiced by now, despite how evident it was that he wasn't 'fine'.
Demy glanced over at his roomie...and was out of his bed in a flash.
"Z man?! You okay?"
He stumbled over, coughing the whole way. But it didn't matter.
"Aww man, I'm sorry! I should have gone with you and.."
The blonde was fretting, looking over his smaller friend to be sure he was okay.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:43 pm
"Dem...DEM I'm -FINE- its -WATER- WAAAA-TTTERRRRRR they just dropped me in the damned fountain ok? YOU on the other hand are clearly NOT fine. SIT I'm calling for ******** take out... I know a tab I can put it on."
He mumbled something about broken ribs, concussions and suspicions of pneumonia and 'stubborn idiot' the last bit louder than the rest as he fished out water logged tacos (past hope) and pulled his phone back out to stare at it forlornly for a moment. Eulogies would be after dark.
"You should not have gone with me, your...beat to hell."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:50 pm
....Whoa.
Z was cursing. Z was cursing in his general direction. And at the word 'sit' Demy had to fight back the urge to just drop to the floor and sit right there. That, however, would have hurt like a b***h. So no doing that.
"But..but Z!"
He whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself to hold his side.
"It's okay man, seriously, don't worry about it! Just go change and relax okay?"
Demy was hungry, but he could do without tonight. Z didn't need to know he was hungry, nope! He'd be fine!
Really.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:58 pm
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Dem, its but a 'but' situation, your HURT, you won't tell me how badly, your limping, your bleeding your -coughing- and clearly your in -pain-, at the VERY least... you at LEAST need to eat. I'm not, angry at YOU I'm angry at the fact your being so DAMNED Stubborn and I can't DO anything."
Helpless, always so damned helpless no matter how hard he tried. He hates that SO much. And that he couldn't even help the person he L... that he L...
LIKED. Liked was the word. Yes, yes it was, liked like the other night, liked... like how he could maybe just -maybe-make him take SOME care of himself even if he wouldn't go to the damned doctor.
"Dem, even if you won't go to the damned Doctor, please be careful... ok? Promise?" He asked moving closer. Normally it was Dem whom invaded personal space, this time it was Z, standing close enough he had to tip his chin up to meet Dem's eyes.
He reached a hand to brush Dem's arm...
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:09 pm
"I'm not hurt...or limping!"
He walked a few steps, trying to prove this theory.
"Not coughing either!"
Here he coughed. ...Damnit.
"NO doctor, I'm fine! Promise man..I'll be careful... but only if you're careful too! I don't want -you- getting hurt either!"
And then Z was right -there-, and green eyes widened a bit in surprised at the sudden closeness and...hand on his arm? What?
The whole closeness thing? That was Demy's thing, sorry Z! The blonde snatched his friend's hand and tugged him further into the dorm room.
"Get changed man, you're soaking wet!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:16 pm
"You're doing all of the above!!" He protested irritably... "HEY!" he exclaimed as he was dragged further into the room.
So much for -that- plan. It was always like that with Dem though, either he quashed his own plan or Dem did something that effectively killed it.
"FINE fine! YOU order food, and I don't -care- if its tacos and tater tots, and then I'll freaking change, its JUST...WATER. And I'm -inside- where its -warm- and YOUR still limping and coughing!!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:23 pm
That was just one of Demy's many 'excellent' qualities. Squashing plans without even trying.
"I'm not doing anything until you change. You...you could get a cold! Or.......well you could get a cold okay? Just change!"
But hey, if Z wasn't going to change....well Demy was just going to help him. If he pried off his roomie's shirt he'd get the idea right?
Right.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:28 pm
"Ack! DEM!" he protested trying to wriggle away and undo the shirt all at the same time "Dude CHILL! Lemie undo the buttons first at least! I'm not a damn strip show!!" He flushed a bright pink and fumbled hastily trying to loosten the damp tie and undo buttons at the same time. Bloody...tie, refusing to undo.
"I'll get it!" He added hastily when he found he couldn't easily undo the tie and that it would take some working.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:35 pm
Demy offered a laugh at the strip show comment. Awww, really Z? That could have proved entertaining...
Silly grin in place, Demy ignored any and all orders to stop helping, and fussed more over Z. But hey! The blonde had actually managed to undo the tie! That was good, right?
"Stop fussing Z, sheesh! You were just yelling at -me- for being stubborn.."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:43 pm
"I am - not being -stubborn-... oh... thank you" He paused at the actually undone tie before continuing his tirade. "ANYHOW I'm not the one Who keeps saying he
s FINE when he's -clearly- not...s**t." He swore as he lost a button because he pulled at it too hard and it spun away across the floor.
"See? I'm changing! So...sit down or order food that isn't drowned...or something! And I am not being Stubborn!" He added again for emphasis and paused to squeeze some of the water out of his hair, ew...
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:53 pm
He wasn't sitting down, he wasn't ordering food...
Instead he wandered off to nab the lost button.
"You're being stubbooorn~"
He answered with a singsong voice, kneeling to nab the button. ******** that had HURT. Cough. Hack. Wheeze.
Alright. He was fine. Really!
Button grabbed, Demy wandered back over and held it out for his roomie to take.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:59 pm
Z took the button very carefully, his eyes doing a laser bore into Dem's head.
"....your SO, not fine." He said flatly.
"SIT" He added loudly pointing at the bed... "Or...Or I'll..." he flailed his hands searching for some kind of meaningful threat.
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