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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:45 pm
Carnival of Inmates - Blake and Margarita X
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:34 pm
Reserved for growth solo
OMG I AM MORE GIRLY THAN BEFORE?
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 8:58 pm
Goodbye?
RP between Heath and Blake Has he mentioned he pretty much moved his territory? Shifted, it, really...with his home base being very close to Blake and Habika's house. Honestly, he hadn't even realized he did it. The only tree with a large enough canopy to protect his hammock from storms was just a few short minutes away from their house...which is what he kept telling himself.
Anyway, he was out searching for food, nothing really special. He wanted apples, and now that the famed tree was all the way on the other side of the territory...yeah. He just didn't feel like going that far anymore. So he was out, and about...searching.It had been a hellish week, waking up to discover...THIS? He frowned looking down at his body and shifting as if trying to cover it up. The sheer fact that he evolved should of thrilled him but instead it only made him more ashamed. He looked like a girl! Lopunny wasn't exactly what he had been hoping for when he aged. Older yes, evolution...no. Looking down at this pointed ...foot...if you could call it that, the fact he had to have a high hell added to the base to help him walk was not promising. Flipping his hair over his shoulder he sighed and stared ahead as if lost in his own thoughts.Thankfully still small enough to swing around through the trees, Heath paused briefly in some branches to just take a look around. You'd think he'd be able to find an apple tree...but now. Because that's not really what he was looking for, and we know that don't we folks?
So imagine his amazement when he not only didn't find an apple tree, but instead found a wandering Poke-human, much like himself....except it wasn't a Snivy, and it wasn't a Buneary. It was a Blake...and not just any Blake, but a LOPUNNY....Blake.
"Holy crap...so you're telling me we can still evolve like this?" he called down, completely forgetting himself. As he tended to do when Blake was involved.Blake straightened as if he was startled by the familar voice, he half turned his braid flying around his body dramatically. His gaze locked upon the snivey and he felt himself blush and he looked away as if irritated.
"Yes apparently you can." Blake replied curtly after all his last encounter with the snivey hadn't left a positive mark on him. Sighing he leaned on a hand, after all he was older now...he should be more mature right?There was a funny little twitch in Heath's stomach when Blake turned; what the hell was that? Where did that come from?? Sure, Blake looked...pretty. Like a girl pretty, but not...because he's a boy. A very...very pretty boy.
Slow to swing himself out of the tree, Heath was...more than a tad disappointed that once again, Blake was taller than him. Still, he set his shoulders back and stalked around Blake...inspecting. Which is when he noted would could be counted as the Lopunny's "feet"
"Are you wearing heels?" Wooo! Go straight for pissing him off! Go, Heath, go!There was a moment where Blake wanted to kick that boy with those particular heels. Instead he just withdrew his feet closer to his body as if trying to hide them.
"Yeah....your point? Or do I need to make one for you?" He snapped back at the young boy feeling now like a bully. After all he was just a kid, though it didn't help that he constantly hit the wrong nerve with him.He was just a kid...he liked to play it older, tougher. But in reality...Heath was just a lonely boy who wanted a friend. Not that he'll admit that right now. Ask him again further down the line...maybe.
Well, maybe not too far in the future. When Blake retracted from him, Heath seemed disappointed. He was wide eyed, standing there staring at the older Poke-human. He just felt...compelled, to look at him. Like a shiny thing...
Like a particular star...after which he just suddenly ended up looking like this.
Shaking his head, Heath snorted, "Like you could. I could breathe on you the wrong way and you'd fall over." Not one of his best lines...it would do, though.Blake sighed and leaned on a hand, after all in the forest it was true, the stupid heels made him sink into the dirt quite a bit. So why had he come out all this way? It was certainly not to be harassed by this annoying kid.
"Look I don't really want to punch a kid," A lot of emphasis was put on that last word, "So leave me alone alright? I have nothing I want to say to you." Despite everything his ears still knew how to punch and he could put it to use if he really wanted to.Heath rolled his eyes, huffing a bit. Like Blake would even be able to reach him from there. He couldn't do that...right?
"What's your deal?" he said, settling cross legged on the ground. "I mean, I know why I'm angry with the world. You almost seem like you're complaining about nothing."The older pokemon stiffened looking as if he could strangle him. He wanted to reach out and deck him that was what he wanted to do. Instead he leaned down removing the damnable heels from his feet and threw them at Heath.
"My Deal? YOU want to know what my problem is? Well isn't that just quaint. You want to know so FINE I will just tell you." It came out in a angry rush, tears already gathering in the corners of his eyes which didn't exactly help his cause with his anger.
"I look like a freakin girl! OKAY? As a pokemon all I heard was 'oh isn't he darling? Isn't he adorable?' As a humanoid child it wasn't any better. 'Oh isn't he precious, I could just dress him up like a doll.' and ..now...now I am THIS!" He gestured angrily at himself as if being a lopunny was the problem. "No one takes me seriously okay? NO ONE. I am just the freakin girly boy who should go shopping for freakin HIGH HEELS CAUSE MY FEET ARE LIKE THIS!" He was yelling now, tears streaming down his face, "So there! Now you know...so just LEAVE ME ALONE."He dodged one of the heels, the other clocked him in the shoulder...but it was the initial outburst that made Heath sit back abruptly and take notice. He listened intently, and was still quiet after Blake finished. He suddenly felt so guilty for teasing the poor guy...but he'd never thought it bothered Blake that badly. Plucking a blade of grass, he twirled it between his fingers thoughtfully.
"...Ok," he said, very slowly, before standing up and dusting the dirt off his rear. "I won't bother you anymore, Blake." The look on his face was serious - not in a challenging way, not in a teasing way. For a moment, he looked like the older, mature person he always pretended to be.
He was turning and making to walk away. He'd keep going if Blake didn't stop him, be he honestly wasn't expecting to be called back.Blake was breathing so hard he thought his lungs would burst, his heart beating so madly it would explode. He was watching the snivey's every move, waiting for the insult back only to be surprised that there was none. He wanted more reasons to shout and scream to yell, but that expression on Heath's face only seemed to jolt him out of his rage. But he still hurt and being perhaps the immature one in this venture didn't stop him from leaving. He moved to sit back down on his tree stump and look away...tears still coming down his face and now feeling terribly lonely.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:46 am
Heath's hand rolled a pair of marbles around in his pocket as he approached the cafe where he'd agreed to meet Habika, mimicking the thoughts that tumbled around in his head and had been doing as such since the day before when he'd met with the Chansey girl. There was the matter of the kiss she'd planted to his forehead, and the fact she'd practically said she wanted him to be her brother...but there was also Blake. The pink girl had been so adamant about Heath seeing the Lopunny again, and Heath was just simply convinced that this was not and would never be a good idea.
Even if he did feel...sorry? Was that the right answer? Remorseful? That sounded better...he felt bad, especially after the day before, for how he'd treated Blake in the past. Heath had realized he'd just been a stupid child...picking on someone who was weaker. He'd been a bully, plain and simple.
Sighing, the Servine paused in front of the cafe door, trying to peer through the window and see if she was already there. He didn't see a pink blob through the frosted glass, but he wasn't about the wait outside...after all, Habs had mentioned she would get a table set up for them to meet at. With a gentle jingle of the bell, Heath entered the coffee shop and took a better look around for his friend.~
Habika had actually been around the counter asking the nice man there for some drinks, after all they were adults now so sharing a bit of a more spiked drink wouldn't do them any harm, plus she was hoping to relax Blake who was more wound up and tense than a ant with an ant-eater around. The chansey girl looked up spotting Heath out of the window of the cafe and she felt her breath catch. Part of her wondered if this was going to really work, and another knew it would work. Awkwardly and sneaky as it was. Taking there drinks she plunked them down in front of the rather annoyed and depressed looking lopunny boy.
"Cheer up Blake, I mean...you said you were thinking of applying to that club, but are you sure you want to do that?" Habika asked picking up the conversation they had started moments before she went to get drinks.
Blake looked to his sister and sulked a bit despite the drink being placed in front of him. Leaning a hand against his cheek he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I may as well...use this body for something.." It was a very..detrimental statement and it caused his sister to frown at him. "Not in that way..." Blake reassured his sister as he wasn't about to become a male prostitute just because he felt he had no other option...even if that was the case. He gave a raised eyebrow when his sister hesitated to sit down.
"What's wrong? Why don't you sit down?" came the question a bit more surely than he intended.
Habika chewed on her lower lip before she reached into her pocket and pulled out the green marble Heath had given back to her. Rolling it between her fingers before she placed it on the table and turned away from it.
"I've got to go powder my nose is all I'll be right back." It was a very thin lie...since she was now heading for the entrance of the cafe instead of where the washrooms were...and her brother knew that and watched her with a narrowed expression.
He had just a moment of...not confusion, but just generally feeling unsure...once the door of the cafe shut behind him. Heath didn't really do public places like this. Most of his shopping was in little mom and pop shops whenever he had money - or, you know, whatever a neighbor had hanging out to dry on the clothes line that day when he didn't. So, this was definitely out of his element, and when he finally say Habika heading his way, he could feel the weight of anxiety lifting off his shoulders.
"Hey, Habs," he offered with a slight smile to his face. He wouldn't move to hug her - he knew she'd do that on her own - but he did move toward her in an attempt to hide his unease at the surroundings.
"More people here than I thought there'd be for this early in the afternoon."
Of course, at this point he was focused on the pink girl, and hadn't even suspected that there was an alternative motive to this meeting.~
Habika as he expected did go in for a hug, tough this time it was more like she was making sure he wasn't going to flee once her...plan was revealed. Releasing him she beamed a very warm smile at him, though didn't take him to the table right away.
"Glad you could make it Heath, you look very handsome today." She commented brightly as she went to move a lock of her own hair out of her eyes a half glance over her shoulder to make sure the sulking one at their table hadn't noticed Heath just yet. She went to take Heath's hand, a warm gesture of comfort and stability as she knew this was going to be taken delicately.
"I have our table ready...and I got us some drinks, promise you won't be mad." She teased giving him a wink as she lightly tugged him in the direction of the table. Where a lopunny boy was a bit slow to realize just who his sister was bringing back with him.
With a slight roll of his eyes, Heath placed one arm around Habika's back and patted lightly, returning the hug as best as he could...cause, you know, it's Heath. Anyway, with a shrug and a non-committal mumble he'd start following her back to the table. It was just as she was starting to say 'promise' that he saw the familiar locks of brown hair...and a face he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
"B-blake..." he stuttered, stopping dead in his tracks. Heat swept up the back of his neck, and he suddenly felt incredibly awkward.
"Habs, what the hell?" he hissed, trying to hide behind her. "You...you set this up."~
Blake's reaction wasn't much better, once he stopped fiddling with the marble that had rolled across the table and looked up he was trapped. His sister standing directly in front of where he was sitting in the booth efficiently trapping him there unless he climbed over the table to get out. Which at the moment seemed like a plausible idea. Flicking the marble with a nail it clicked and crashed amongst the glasses arranged on the table, before it spun and rolled back in his direction.
"....Why did you bring HIM here?" Came the cold voice that belonged to the lopunny who was now trying to not look in Heath's direction.
Habika hoped Heath would forgive her after all this, but she just knew that deep down that they just needed to get over themselves..
"Now Blake don't be like that." She insisted in her persistent perky tone as she went to gently pull Heath to sit down opposite of Blake. "I think you both need to have a good long chat. After all...your not children anymore." She pointed out, though the way her brother was acting you could say it was the exact opposite of being an adult.
There was a good deal of trying to evade Habika's grasp, but Heath would eventually end up sitting in the booth across from the bunny-man. He sat back, as far back as he could in the seat...because all he could think in his head was what he had been thinking for days. I can't see him again...I told him I wouldn't bother him again...I shouldn't be here; this will only make it worse.
Despite the small amount of panic in his head, outwardly Heath had shut down. Oh sure, his hand was tightly gripping the marbles in his pocket, and he was pretty sure they'd eventually shatter under the pressure...but one wouldn't be able to see that. He simply avoided Blake's gaze, glancing up periodically at Habs and cursing her with every phrase he knew under the sun.
After their exchange, he wasn't digging the silence...so he chanced a comment in Blake's direction.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know you were going to be here, otherwise I wouldn't have shown..."~
Blake stiffened as the other came to sit across from him, abandoning the green marble on the table top it rolled until it gently clinked against the pepper shaker. Blake had withdrawn his limbs to himself as well, as if touching the table was suddenly a sin he didn't want to commit. Fidgeting he felt his face grow hot as he stared in his lap, Heath...was very good looking, the last time he had seen him, he was..still a child but now...
Blake had to reprimand himself Heath was still Heath no matter how good looking he was now. He was still rather hurt by this boy's words and seeing him only reminded him too much about that time in the woods.
"Oh." Was his only response, no snide remarks...no shouting, just one simple word that seemed hollow.
Habika frowned, this...was not going to go well, she could recognize when Blake was going to withdraw into his own little shell. How to get this..conversation started. Leaning a both hands down onto the table, and ...fully giving her cleavage some perfect viewing time if...that had been the point she smiled.
"Blake why don't you tell Heath about the job you were thinking about getting? Its been so long I am sure Heath would be interested." She started in her light tone.
Blakes eye's went from his lap straight to his sisters face, his face blushed at her...rather obvious ruse. Swallowing he just shifted more uncomfortable than ever. "I am sure he wouldn't want to know.." Came the lopunny's voice rather quiet and trying to sound like it was final.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 10:22 pm
Ohhh, that's riiiiiiight...Blake hadn't seen the new and improved!Heath, had he? Well well well...we all know that Heath had been a cutie as a kid, but now...now he had all that awkward sexiness of being a teen, plus that almost "too cool to touch" air about him. Well, it wasn't out in full force right now because this was Blake and this was Habika and he just felt a little more down to earth...at least around Habs. Being around Blake made his stomach tighten and his nerves melt.
Hell, it even made him blush.
Anyway, as Blake spoke Heath stole a glance at him - realizing he looked a lot better now than the Servine remembered him looking - and there was a moment where he wanted to protest Blake's statement. He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, and when nothing came out he just shut it again.
I wouldn't mind knowing...I just don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'm sorry...I'm sorry for every mean word I said...well, ok. No, not every mean word...but most of them. And I'm sorry I broke my promise to leave you alone...even though I never technically promised, but I did say I'd leave you alone, and I swear I didn't mean to encourage you to hate yourself like this...I'm just so sorry, Blake.
Which were all things he wanted to say...and didn't. Couldn't...because that just wasn't how Heath operated. Instead he simply sat, looking up at Habs with a sadness in his eyes.
"Habika, I'm making him uncomfortable...can you put the girls away and just let me go? I don't want to bother him anymore than I already am."~
It really was an awkward silence, since his sister was effectively keeping him captive as well bringing up something that was none of Heath's business...about the job...Blake looked desperately out the window trying to distract himself. It had really boiled down to the fact he loathed himself, the poor boy was depressed and it didn't help that Heath..as good looking as he was, was a major factor to why he was the way he was now.
"Let him go Habika...you can't keep him captive..if he wants to leave...let him." Blake stated though he sounded rather pained about that fact. There were many parts of him that loathed Heath and he couldn't help but want to cry this very moment. Great add another girly thing for him to do. Not only look like a girl but act like one.
Habika took a deep breath a hands reaching out to clasp on to her brothers and then the other to Heath. It was as if she was trying to be the bridge that would allow them to heal.
"No..but I know that there are some things in this world you can't deal with on your own. I think...Heath is the one to help you with your pains Blake...I honestly believe that." Squeezing their hands to reassure them she turned her head to Heath, another major reason for her dragging him here to was to get him to convince Blake he was making a bad choice...
"You see...Blake had decided...that he was going to become a stripper."
"What??"
That was probably louder than it needed to be...yeah, there were definitely a few people who turned, and after giving them dirty glares to make them mind their own damn business, Heath turned his attention fully onto Blake.
"You can't be serious...a stripper?" It came out more of a hiss than he meant for it to; he'd only been trying to whisper. "Yeah, they have their place in the world...but, really Blake you've got to be kidding me."
Did anyone expect this to end well?~
He couldn't believe the words that came out of his sister's mouth, in fact he was so stunned he almost missed what Heath remark was although he didn't miss seeing all the people's head turning in their direction, he felt himself shrink on the spot and he felt very very self conscious.
"Why did you have to tell him?" Blake moaned in Habika's direction a hand going to face to block out most of the blush that was there. Of course then Heath's comment reached him. Peaking out between his fingers his eyes were narrow in a hard look. He felt the hairs on his neck bristle with hostility and he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly looking anywhere but Habika and Heath.
"Why not? I have the body for it ...you yourself said so." He snapped back.
Habika felt her brother trying to tugg his hand away from her but she kept a firm hold of it, same with Heath's. No running away now, though the conversation was..souring but that was to be expected. At least they were speaking now?
"See? Even Heath agree's with me. Its a bad decision Blake." Habika chimed in only earning a glare from her brother in the process.
"I never said you had the body of a stripper," Heath said, his voice indignant.
But then he had to stop...and think - had he ever said Blake had the body of a stripper? He couldn't remember saying so...especially since that seemed a little harsh, even for Heath. And if he had called Blake a stripper, then Heath needed to be a lot more apologetic. By a lot.
"That just...that's so below you," he tried to explain, focused on the table. He didn't like that idea of Blake being up on a pole somewhere dancing - which isn't true, he did like that idea...he just didn't like the idea of Blake doing in in front of other people...in front of strangers...who could try and take advantage of him...
The idea actually made Heath's face a little sour looking...almost angry.
"You...you're..." Oh god, the words were going to come out of his mouth, weren't they? "You're better than that..."~
Shifting on the spot Blake looked a combination of angry, mortified and embarrassed. He stared down at his lap before looking out the window, he seemed ..suddenly so very fragile and sad.
"No...I ..may as well...what else should I do with a body like this? At least other people..can...enjoy it.." He managed in a low mumble. Of course with his rather low self esteem he probably would only appeal to people who liked to dominate as well abuse.
Habika let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair that was obscuring some of her vision. "See? I keep telling him he is wrong. But I know you could convince him of it otherwise." She managed to get out as she slowly released the boy's hands. She was feeling that now that they were at least speaking to each other..vaguely ...that she didn't need to worry about either of them bolting.
And if Blake did bolt...she would make sure Heath went after him...
It was somewhere in the 'body like this comment' that Heath's eyes snapped up...still looking bitter and angry, but not at Blake. Well, yes at Blake...but also at himself. What had he done? He'd perpetuated this...image onto Blake. He was horrible...a horrible, horrible person.
"What can't you do? Be a doctor, a lawyer...there are plenty of smoking hot people who do something more with their lives than...than that." Why yes, he did just spit that word a little bit. Also, would Blake realize he'd just been called smoking hot? Not that Heath would realize he just called Blake that...at least, not until later, he wouldn't.
"Just because you lo..." No, don't say 'look like a girl'...phrase it a different way. "You have...a certain body...type..." Heath restarted, picking his words carefully. "Doesn't mean you have to settle for that. Hell, if you like to dance and wanna be a dancer, be a damn dancer. But not that kind of dancer."
He barely realized Habs had let go of him, and would only slightly glance at her as she spoke. Honestly, if Blake did bolt...she may not have much 'making sure' to do. There was a strong possibility that Heath would just take off after the rabbit-boy on his own.~
Habika didn't need to know that this was perhaps...the turning point for them, stepping aside to allow Heath to go after him she gestured as if to also encourage he hurry. Despite those heels Blake could book it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 11:08 pm
Inwardly, Heath winced...that stung, because it was true and a long time coming. The crappy part was that Blake was up and gone, and Heath was left...well, fuming a bit. Ok, sure...he deserved that...but dammit, he'd left Blake alone for all this time because he'd been trying to do what the other boy wanted! He'd been...well, not exactly trying to be nice, but in a way?? Didn't that sort of work?
Letting off a growling groan of a sound, he could only shoot a glare Habika's way as she almost pushed him to go up after Blake. Oh, there was so much he wanted to say to her...but now was not the time.
"You..." he said as he began to stand, his voice shaking with his frustration with the whole situation. "You, and I, will be talking later." He'd leave it at that...right now, Blake was the bigger issue.
With speed honed in the woods, Heath was out that door...not evening bothering to shut or slam it behind him as he paused outside the cafe, searching for Blake.
"Blake?" he called out, trying to see which direction the other teen had gone.~
Blake had indeed gotten far despite his heels, his arms wrapped around himself looking utterly miserable, he had slowed down somewhat perhaps out of self pity, or despair and he almost looked as if he was just...meandering along. His ears ere low on his head, and he looked as if he was visible shaking. Though they perked when they heard his name being shouted out, and by the last person he expected to hear them from.
Half turning with wide eyes he stared at Heath who had just moments before burst out of the cafe and shouting out his name. Why should he suddenly feel happy about this? This boy tormented him growing up, why should seeing him looking concerned and annoyed at the same time make him feel ..less miserable? Clamping down on that emotion he gave a snort and shook his head, no Heath was probably put up to it by his sister...and nothing good would come of this. So picking up his pace he kept on the sidewalk ahead of him, trying to find a place he could duck into to escape.
Which by then would have probably been too late, because it was in that slight pause that Heath saw the Lopunny.
"Blake!" he'd called again, a little more urgently...pushing past (ok, through...who cares) a couple who were trying to enter the cafe in a rush to catch up.
"Blake, look...I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry...I was a nasty kid who said some awful s**t to you and I'm sorry," he said as he reached out for Blake's arm, hoping to catch him and get him to turn around, or at least stop for a moment.~
Blake felt his heart tighten as he head his name called again this time with a more urgent tone, it caused him to slow in his stride. Dare he look behind him? He battled this thought in his head for a moment before finally looking over his shoulder only to be surprised to see Heath right there his hand reaching to grab his arm.
But it was his words that caused him to stop short, sorry? He was sorry?? NOW? He...didn't seem to care...all of a sudden he started to cry , as if all those years...built up and finally burst the damn. The lopunny boy stood there weeping like a child and seeking any sort of comfort actually sagged into Heath's chest. A hand came to lightly beat against that solid chest, as if he was frustrated with himself for being so weak. Mumbling over and over in coherent phrases, curse words until he managed to cry himself out. Throat raw from gasping and crying, his lungs burning for the same reason.
Was is strange he thought Heath smelled nice? Like the forest sort of nice? Yes..yes it was weird.
Oh...ho, s**t...oh shitshit...
Heath had not been expecting that. Anger, yes...shouting, definitely. Tears had not been part of the plan, and when Heath suddenly found Blake leaning into him and utterly breaking down, he froze simply because he was caught off guard. However, as he was beat upon and sobbed into...he just let it happen, not even trying to make any sense of the words that were supposed to be in there jumble.
Heath didn't try to hold him until the cries started to subside, and once they were reduced to that throaty gasp, he finally brought one arm up to tightly wrap around Blake's shoulders. He didn't try to hush him, or soothe him...he just hugged the bunny boy against his chest, letting off a soft sigh of his own.
"I'm so sorry, Blake. I didn't...think...until that day you told me to go away that I'd hurt you so badly, and by that point it was too late. I thought by leaving you alone, that would make it all better. I was just a dumb kid...and I didn't know."
Also: no. It is not weird. It's pretty awesome...cause Heath's awesome, if a little stupid, but if Blake ever admitted it, Heath sure would think it was awesome.~
Blake was sobbing, although his crying had finally subsided he still had his face buried in Heath's chest. Parts of himself didn't want to look around, people were probably staring at them and that was the last thing he wanted. Still he felt his body stiffen slightly as he realized that Heath had his arm around his shoulder and when he heard those words he felt...like he was being melodramatic.
Had it been the end of the world? No. But it had set him back quite a bit in his current ..psychological view of himself. Perhaps all Blake needed to admit was...that he was attracted to men, that he should embrace his looks perhaps even exploit them. But so many years of hating himself and how he looked...it was hard to really embrace that.
"Its not just..your fault...I ..didn't really ...react the best way...or rather I over-reacted...I guess..I am just sensitive to how I look.." he murmured trying not to look at Heath and thus just stared at his chest instead.
The outside world didn't matter to Heath right now; it was like there was a bubble around them, making him blind to any passers-by who gave curious glances. Not that Heath ever really gave a damn about what others thought about him, anyway.
At Blake's words, the Servine would roll his eyes and simply shake his head, "I know...I knew, and I pushed your buttons on purpose. I just liked seeing you get rattled..."
What made him feel like a heel the absolute most was that...well, he'd meant some of the words, most of which escaped him right now. Not everything had been an attempt to just get him upset...
There were a lot of dangerous emotions filling Heath's head...he didn't want to come off seeming like he was trying to win Blake's affections too quickly. There was a lot of making up he was going to have to do...and a lot of trying to figure out his own feelings, because he was also now starting to realize how much he enjoyed having Blake against him. How much he'd missed the Lopunny...damn you, Habika. Damn you so much.~
Blake listened and he knew what Heath was true, more often than not it seemed that he had been trying to push his buttons. But to what end? Did he truly get so much joy out of tormenting him? Sure he had apologized to him, but..if he had enjoyed doing that to him didn't that mean these words he said now were false? Blake took a slow steady breath, trying to ease the trembling in his body before he pushed himself gently away from Heath.
Avoiding his gaze as he tried to find the right words...any words to say at this moment. 'I ...guess I should go.." He murmured, his thoughts still lingering on that job application he said he was going to apply to. Should he go home and rip it up? Should he..just go do it anyway? Did anything Heath say to him right now really make a difference? Somewhere deep inside of him he knew that he wouldn't take the job, if Heath was so against it..it couldn't of been a good idea.
Maybe..he would take some dance lessons...it sounded like a good plan.
"Tell Habika...I am going to have a long talk with her later..." Blake stood there shifting on the spot trying to figure out how to end this. "Maybe...we..could...get together under normal circumstances next time...no more...surprises?"
There was a pause - a moment where Heath's arm almost didn't let go as Blake backed away - and when Blake finally pulled out of reach, there was something like a pop in Heath's heart. He could feel the pull, and the fact he had sad little butterflies in his stomach just confused him further. He had no immediate answer for Blake saying he had to go, and just nervously licked his lips, trying to get rid of the deep frown on his face...and doing a horrible job of it.
"Yeah. Yeah, we should..." I'd like that...I'd like that a lot, Blake. I can show you I'm not...as much of an a** anymore. Not to you... "I'm probably gonna be stopping by your house sometime soon - that is, if you and Habs still live with your trainer? I, uh..." Heath glanced to the side as he talked, realizing he shouldn't be as angry with Habika as he was. Honestly, he owed her one. "I have to talk to her, too."~
Blake only gave a pause at the question, the idea of having Heath come over to his house seemed almost laughable. Yes they still lived there, Habika ended up being more of a second mother to their trainer who was slowly growing into her own over the last couple of years. It tugged his heart to realize that soon that little girl would no longer want to play dress up and house...but it had been a long time since she had ever asked Blake to play with her.
Fiddling with a stray piece of hair he thought on it and then figured the best time quite quickly.
"How about...you come over in the morning? Everyone should be out...that way we won't have any rude...interruptions." Blake managed to say before his face went a bit red, what was he suggesting?? "Ah..well if youwanttothatis...I mean..yes we still live there..." He felt stupid...very very stupid.
Heath simply blinked at the...implications...and for about two seconds his face was blank before a hot blush spread up his spine again, causing him to chuckle rather nervously and rub the back of his neck with one hand. He smirked as Blake stumbled over his words - somewhat reminiscent of the old Heath, but he just couldn't help that he liked seeing the Lopunny get flustered. It was cute.
It was cute. The light bulb went off over Heath's head, and mentally he cursed. Everything...everything made perfect sense now.
"O-ok," he stammered, seeing Blake with new eyes...trying to not let his gaze linger inappropaitely. Oh god, that was not what he needed right now, for Blake to think he was being oogled. "I'll stop by tomorrow? Or...you know, a couple days?"~
Blake swallowed before giving a small nod of his head. "A...a couple days is fine..if tomorrow doesn't work. " He managed as he realized just how uncomfortable he made it for the one with his...rather odd choice of words. At least this way he could have a talk with his sister, reem her out good for tricking him, but...it seemed to have worked out for the best. Damn that girl.
"I will...see you in a couple of days Heath. Th...thank you for the apology." He finally managed as he felt there was some need to acknowledge the fact Heath had apologized. Half turning though the Lopunny boy fled down the street as he felt his heart begin to hammer in his chest. He felt..really unsure of himself now, but the most comfortable he had ever been in his own body. Why was that? Surely simple words weren't enough to actually make that much of a difference...could they? Perhaps...the wounds had already began to heal..
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