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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:41 pm
Nothing but sunshine, indeed. That was how Bo tried to live every single day of his life. So long as Adira brought that same glow, he was more than happy to live it with her.
Adira was just as adorably petite as she was in her fuku. Her body felt the same against him now as it did when they played tag across the rooftops, eventually tumbling into each other's arms with a joint concession of a mutual win. It was funny how such a significant thing could suddenly feel so ordinary. Now Adira knew who Sailor Neso was, and he knew who Sailor Perseus was. It was not his secret to tell, and just as he guarded the identity of the princess, he fully intended to keep Adira's truth held in check as well.
Repositioning her in his arms, Bo started walking out from their hiding nook at the edge of the park, curling around the edge of the building like it was perfectly natural for two people to be behaving in such a way at 10:30PM in one of the most dangerous cities in America. "I'm going to show you my apartment," he said matter-of-factly. There wasn't really anything implied there, but of course, taken as a blanket stating of facts, there seemed to be something implicit in the words. "Then you can visit whenever you like." Then again, this was Bo. He would do whatever Adira said at any rate.
She might not be impressed by his cramped apartment, but his roommate Noel kept it largely clean. Still, it screamed BOYS LIVE HERE from its every orifice. It would be worse if, again, not for Noel. His room was a mattress on the floor with a wicker nightstand beside it. His dresser was hand-painted and appeared to have some abstract rendering of a naked woman laying in the middle of field as its design. (Fun fact: his mom painted it.) Paper lanterns hungs from the ceiling, and two dead plants sat utterly forgotten on the windowsill.
His walls were the remarkable thing: every inch was covered. It was a constantly evolving collage of photos -- mostly Polaroid -- and paintings that Bo had done himself. There were clippings from newspapers and dried flowers and pieces of beach glass he'd found over the years. It was a pastiche of the inner-workings of one very scattered brain, and if Adira looked closely, she would find herself in sailor fuku splattered here and there, little reminders of how often she cropped up in his head, his heart, and in his art.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 12:19 am
It was very strange to be carried somewhere. Certainly, she'd had the privilege of being pampered most of her life. But being carried was something that had not really happened to her since she'd been a child. She felt more petite and delicate being carried than anything else. Adira snuggled into his neck, keeping her arms around his shoulders and just enjoyed the feeling.
An eyebrow was raised at his sudden demand, but the meanings she'd read into it were disbanded when he finished the sentence in a typical manner. "I would like to see it then. I'll have to show you mine someday."
Adira wasn't sure what to expect out of Bo's apartment, but what she saw when she got there fit perfectly. It was nothing like her own loft, but seemed to have much more character. It felt lived in, more than anything, which was something the girl could appreciate. However, at the same time his room was mind boggling to her. She was a girl of details, and the amount to look at in his room was beyond staggering. Nevertheless, Adira took the time to peruse what parts of the walls she could take in before feeling overloaded. She was surprised to catch an image of herself, hastily pinned to the wall and overlapped by pictures. It was kind of staggering, really. No one that she knew of had ever taken the time to draw her without some kind of monetary transaction involved.
Adira was touched by it. So much so that she wrapped her arms around him and gave him the kiss she'd withheld earlier. The girl henshined before leaving his apartment, disappearing into the night and back to her own abode.
After all, she had homework to do! It seemed a lot more manageable now than it had several hours ago though.
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