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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 11:48 am
"Buh?!"
Demy was shocked into silence by the sudden bag of carrots in his hands. Just what were these things and why were they in his hands?! But...freaking out would be bad, and rude. He didn't want to be rude to his teammate. So biting back any negative reaction, he gave a nod and babbled his thanks.
"Um..t-thanks dude! I'll um..be sure to eat them all? And get better, yes!"
If he was going to eat these it was going to take forever. Z would likely have a heart attack if he saw the blonde come through the door with something healthy.
He heaved a sigh, glancing a ways down the road before looking back to Ladon. He really should be heading back, since he wasn't even supposed to be out in the first place. Boo, the dorm just wasn't that much fun.
"Fineeeeee, I'll head back."
It was times like these he really sounded like a kid.
"Thanks man, enjoy your candy? And I'll see you around, right? Riiiiight? Better, you're my pal afterall!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:34 pm
It was good that Dem would be eating something that was saturated in sugar, and he could only hope that during this time of recovery, he wasn’t eating junk. It was sad cafeteria food was all that was available to him, and if they knew each other a little more and he could meet him away from Z, he would probably have made him a packed lunch for a day just to get him one decent meal out of the month. A bag of carrots wasn’t going to create any miracles, but it was all he had and all he could offer. Maybe Dem would grow to like them, and maybe start him on a healthier living lifestyle.
Ladon looked at the bloated bag of candy in the blonde’s hand.
Well, ..maybe not.
Resigning to head back to the dorm, Ladon waved him away before being met with a pressing expectation to see the blonde again. “Um…sure. Whenever you want. We’re on the same team after all. I’ll see you around.” It didn’t seem to be the type of meeting Dem might have wanted. In fact, it seemed he wanted more meetings outside of the Negaverse like this run-in on the sidewalk. Well, more planned than the run-in on the sidewalk. Since they were on the team, they all had each other’s numbers. Relying on notes in the lockers was too risky, so phone numbers had been interchanged. “I’ll see you around then, Dem – uh, teammate.” And with that, the blonde went off to his dorm, and Ladon turned, feeling a slight tug to his cheek. Pal?
Fin
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