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 Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:05 pm
Paris could clearly see that Azzo was becoming a bit uncomfortable by his close proximity, but it merely caused him to smile wider, almost predatory-like. He was almost side-tracked, intent on asking him if he might have seen him at school before -- he doubted he'd come across him in his current one, but perhaps the previous...
Then Azzo admitting he hadn't slept with anyone halted him in his tracks. "Is that so?" he asked, his smile still in place. "How sweet."
He watched the other boy move in the direction of another display, and waited a moment before following him, leaning in close again. It was just too amusing to pass up. "Do you want to sleep with someone? Because if you do, I can definitely arrange it," he said rather flirtatiously.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 8:40 am
Azzo had a feeling he shouldn't've said that. He bit his lower lip as he trying to hide his embarrassment, wondering where a rock was to crawl under when you needed it.
He twitched when the other followed and leaned in close again. Azzo was going to try to cut him off but... no luck. No luck at all. He turned perhaps even redder at the question, "I... er... that's okay...." He coughed, "I'm um.... not interested?" He finished weakly, and he wasn't it was just being cornered and made to actually face something like that was well... Defiantly not one of Azzo's common subjects, if it ever came up as a subject.
He was looking at the bath crystals and picked up a lilac one, time to try to change the subject. "Does this one seem like a good gift?" He asked suddenly he could feel the heat from the blush and wanted the topic to go away honestly. Though he almost doubted that he was going to get off that easy.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 10:32 am
"Oh, come on," Paris needled him once he was rejected. "You're not a bad looking guy. We can go to my place. Or your place. Or any place, really. It works out, doesn't it? You're single, I'm single; you're inexperienced, and I am more than capable of teaching you. You can ask anyone. I'm fantastic."
Honestly, this kid should be flattered. It wasn't every day he picked up a guy at the mall while helping him look for presents for his female friends.
Okay, so that wasn't necessarily the truth. It had happened before. One or twice. But Azzo didn't need to know that. It was better to make him feel special or flattered if Paris was to have any hope of getting something from him.
Or he could go with option three and just make him feel downright uncomfortable and watch the array of awkward expressions that crossed his face. Paris wondered how bright of a red he could get Azzo's face to turn. It was already pretty bright.
He took the package of bath crystals from the other boy to look it over, then waved it in Azzo's face. "Why don't we go back to my place and test it out for ourselves?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 12:51 pm
Azzo was trying to think, though his mind was all but squealing get away. Subject change backfired hard core, he twitched and Azzo gave a nervous chuckle as he heard Paris say he was fantastic at teaching.
Azzo was trying not to be a gaping fish as he let Paris talk and then suggest they should take a bath to test out the crystals. Azzo wasn't in control of this particular situation and he had no idea to how to control it, and in his mind that was pretty dangerous.
He face still red, he rubbed the bridge of his nose thinking. "Look... I mean..." He paused forcing his brain to work. "I appreciate the offer.... Paris was it?" He looked towards the boy.
"However... this is all too sudden." If he couldn't wiggle his way out of such embarrassing situations maybe he could at least tone it down to a dull roar. It'd give him time to figure out what the hell just happened an how to keep it from happening again.... right? "Don't you think you're moving too fast? I mean we just met after all."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:02 pm
"You'd be surprised how quickly I can move," Paris told him, placing the bath crystals into Azzo's basket. While he was at it, he grabbed a few more packets, each of a different scent, and tossed them in with the first.
"You sure are a prude, aren't you?" he continued, letting up for the moment and taking a step back, circling around another display to examine some lotion. "You act like no one's ever flirted with you before. Seriously, relax. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not like I'm about to jump you right here."
He added some bottles of lotion to Azzo's basket as well. "Not that I'm against public acts of indecency. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've done. I could tell you stories that'd make you a lot redder than that," he said, pointing a teasing finger to Azzo's face. "I wouldn't mind trying you out. I could use the stress relief, and it'd probably help with your whole uptight thing. You know, loosen you up and stuff." He paused to turn to Azzo and wink again. "I'd make it worth your while."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:22 pm
Azzo blinked as Paris was tossing things into his basket. He was biting his lower lip trying not to be rude. He was sorta teetering between running and just letting the guy torture him.
When he called him a prude he blinked, "If that's what you want to call it." He answered, "It's better to be a gentleman than a whore sometimes." He added, with a slight huff, "If I didn't learn anything else from my grandfather while he was still living it wasn't to invade in someone's life unless they wanted you to."
He blinked at the flirting mention. Had he ever been flirted with? "You know...." He coughed, "If I had I hadn't noticed it..." He said almost under his breath. "Not that blatantly. It's not often you get people that walk right up to and ask you to sleep with them." He replied where Paris could hear him properly.
His face twitched at the thoughts of public acts of indecency. He wouldn't be surprised if this kid went to Hillsworth. His brow lofted and he sighed as he watched the basket get stocked. He'd probably just end up picking and choosing out what went to who and hoped they liked it, unless Paris was just filling up the basket for himself. "Heh... loosen me up..."
It was funny. Really it was, "I'm not sure you have enough money to pay me to make it worth my while." He said without actually realizing he'd probably sounded a bit snappy. He coughed and added in a slightly lower voice, "Really it's not that you're not cute or anything, I just don't think I could enjoy the company of another man...." His face turned redder as he admitted that, damnit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:40 pm
"I don't think I ever said anything about paying you," Paris said, picking up some aroma therapy candles to toss them into Azzo's basket as well. He wasn't filling it for himself by any means; he was just seeing how much he could throw in there before Azzo told him to stop. There had to be over a hundred bucks worth of bath supplies in there already. "If anything, you'd be the one paying me. I don't always come free, you know. I need cash as much as the next person."
He could actually use a good payment right about now. His mother was being uncommonly cheap and ungenerous this month. Maybe she'd finally gotten fed up with him...
Paris completely ignored the 'whore' comment and wagged his finger at Azzo's statement about not enjoying the company of another man instead. "You never know until you try~" he trilled in a sing-song voice. He paused after a moment, taking the time to look down at himself. "And how could you tell? I thought I dressed up pretty good today." What with the tight jeans and the heeled boots and the long, frilly shirt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:47 pm
Azzo sighed, "Paris.... how much is this going to cost me?" He paused, "The stuff in the basket, not the tricks." Azzo obviously had some vocabulary, maybe he wasn't a complete tool after all?
He paused and tilted his head, "Yeah and I need job." He added to the cash thing, not that he was about to mention he was probably set for life thanks to the royalties of his grandfather's psychology books. He sighed.
"Lets just say I'd rather not for now, kay?" He paused, "Took me long enough to try to ask out a girl." He wrinkled his nose, he still felt like it was sorta the wrong idea, maybe he was just being dumb but even though the idea felt right in his head something seemed to bother him about it. Maybe because they'd known each other close to year within the next three months, but still.
He paused, lofting a brow. "Pitch of your voice." He said softly, "Girls are slightly softer and not quite as harsh. Granted you had me puzzled for a bit." He actually still sorta did until Paris confirmed it, it was more sheer dumb luck he guessed right. Just... Paris didn't need to know that, thus a bull crap reason was born, and Azzo looked serious saying it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:00 pm
"Oh, well, the price depends on what you want," he said before Azzo could further explain himself, grinning in amusement. He lifted a hand to cover his mouth in a feigned attempt to hide his laughter.
"If you don't want to buy that much, take some things out," Paris told the other boy, digging into the basket to begin removing some things for him, placing them on random shelves and displays instead of putting them back where they belonged. It was the employees' jobs to make sure everything was organized; let them work for their paychecks.
"I've actually been told I have a pretty feminine voice," he continued, searching around the store for a bit longer before pushing Azzo toward the register. "But I guess I can't fool everyone. Oh, well. C'est la vie... or whatever. But if you ever change your mind and decide you are curious, I'm always available. Well, usually. Some of my afternoons are booked with dance. But my nights are usually free. Unless I'm at a club... or with someone else..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:07 pm
Azzo blinked, as Paris took things out and put some back. Azzo did have the money for it, he just wasn't about to spend a few hundred just on bath supplies. Surely there was other stuff the girls wanted, and Grams too.
He sighed, "Right, eh there's still a few pitch differences. Obviously you'd have to be paying close attention, and considering how close you were. It was pretty hard NOT to pay attention." He added, as he was pushed towards the check out.
He sighed, "Maybe if I find I've run out of options and desperately need lessons." Alright so he had to be somewhat nice to the guy. He did help him out, "My counselor though would agree with you that I needed to "Chillax"." He resisted the urge to do air quotes, mainly because he was trying not to be disrespectful to his late counselor. Despite having a new one Mr. Nguyen seemed to have at least a cool disposition where this one was dull.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:29 pm
"I wonder what your counselor would say about me," Paris pondered this thought, before deciding he didn't really care. "Wait, you'd only sleep with me if you were desperate? Wow, I think you just hurt my feelings."
He tried to keep the act going for more than a few seconds, but he failed miserably. "Just kidding. Lots of guys sleep with me because they're desperate. Of course, I guess it works both ways. Sometimes I'm desperate, too. You wouldn't believe how much my ballet lessons cost. It's robbery!"
Maybe he shouldn't buy the perfume and lip-gloss then...
Nah. He'd just make up for it later. It's not like it was all that difficult to find people itching for a good time. Azzo was one of the rare few to turn him down right off the bat; it was a pity, really. Perhaps he was losing his touch?
Ha! Doubtful...
"So are you going anywhere else after this? Girls usually like stuffed animals and other cute things, too, so you might want to try that. I don't really know what to get your grandmother, though. I've never had to shop for old people before."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:40 pm
Azzo watched the other curiously, Paris was an interesting sort of fellow. Even if he did embarrass the crap out of poor Azzo. "Heh, I'm sorry?" He said with knitted brows as he watched the other say he was kidding.
Azzo was looking at the things in Paris' hand. Just because he wouldn't sleep with the guy didn't mean he couldn't help him out for being useful. "Put your stuff up there, I got it. It's the least I can do for you having helped me." Azzo said after a second and having sat the basket up there too.
He was a softy. "I'm not sure, I might. I have some other people I gotta get things for. They're just a little... less personal." He said with a pause, he wasn't even really sure where to get his mom and dad a present from since he was getting gift cards. They didn't cost that much to send overseas. He could only hope they weren't coming to crash the holiday too.
"Grams like to cook, knit, and I think she's a little too into wrestling." Azzo frowned, "She normally says there's something she needs or wants, but this year she hasn't really said anything."
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:59 pm
Paris smiled brightly at the offer and handed his purchases over without so much as a thought of denying Azzo's generosity. "Really? You're too sweet!" he gushed, latching himself onto Azzo's arm, fully aware that he was invading his personal space as he did so. Let the poor guy flush and stutter some more. Paris had to get his kicks somehow, especially if he wasn't going to be getting anything else out of him.
"I can help you more if you want. I don't have much else to do today. I was just looking around for something amusing. I thought about getting some shoes, but maybe I should hold off on that. Although I should probably invest in some snow boots. Like, with a wedged heel or something. That'd be really cute."
Not that he thought Azzo had any interest in those sorts of these, but it was fun to talk his ear off.
"I'd suggest getting your grandmother a cook book, but if she likes cooking then she's probably already got plenty. I don't know. I can't remember the last time I had to buy presents for people. Actually, I don't think I ever have. Shame on me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 8:46 am
Azzo twitched as the other boy grabbed his arm, and yes that blush came back. He sighed, "Paris I can't reach my wallet." He muttered trying to get the boy to unlatch.
The girl at the counter was about to make some comment when Azzo looked at her. He wasn't sure what she was about to say but Azzo's answer to it was 'no, just no'.
He blinked when Paris offered to help, a few replies ran through the boy's head and he frowned. "I think I'm good." He said biting his lower lip as he tried to grab for his wallet.
Pulling out a card, "If you say they would be." Azzo said he really didn't have any interest in shoes. "Um.... I might see if there's one she doesn't have. I know she likes culinary arts. I don't think they have cook books though." He shrugged.
"Anyways." He signed the paper and made the girl bag Paris's stuff separate. "Here you go." He handed the small bag to the boy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 12:19 pm
"Oh, I would have offered to grab your wallet for you," Paris said with a grin when he was finally shaken off, letting go of Azzo's arm but still remaining quite close to him.
He pouted when the bag with his perfume and lip-gloss was handed to him. "Why do I get the feeling you're trying to shoo me away? And after I went through all that trouble to help you." Not that he was all that upset, and not that it was really any trouble. He'd figured they wouldn't be sticking together for much longer. Azzo didn't exactly strike him as being all that interested. And it probably didn't help that Paris kept trying to embarrass the boy at every turn.
"Okay, okay, I can take the hint," he said, before digging into his purse for a scrap piece of paper and a pen. He scrawled his name on it quickly, along with his cell phone number, complete with a few hand-drawn hearts. "Listen, if you ever decide you want to take me up on my offer, just give me a call. Or text me. I'll probably respond faster by text anyway."
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