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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:17 pm
Ever tipped his head down against Zac's shoulder, thinking about that -- and the toothbrush, too, though that one he gave less consideration to. It hardly mattered to Ever, did it? Cigarettes and Vodka were natural flavors to him; they filtered the world into something a bit more pleasant.
"...not calling you what someone else called you, that's messed up." Why he wasn't exactly sure, but it was all the same. Like co-opting, somehow. The little names were fine, the standards, but something personal...he wasn't going to share, no.
Instead of heading toward the bathroom, he tugged on Zac to get them toward the bed instead, trying to step out of his boots as he did. This could prove in disaster. "Lemme think on it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:43 pm
“Sit down first, THEN boots, I do not want to see you crack your chin open!” He hastened his step slightly to get Ever safely deposited on the bed before he took them both ‘down’ the worst way possible. “You can think about it if you survive the trip to sitting down in one piece alright?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:48 pm
"...'f I just kick hard enough, they should come off." Not entirely inaccurate and he proved it -- one kick and the shoe came most of the way off, and then he almost did go down. It took some fumbling and struggling to [mostly] keep his balance, to end up perched on the edge of the bed instead of face-down on the floor. And he smiled up at Zac like he'd won the olympics.
"Worrying too much again."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 3:56 pm
He opened his mouth to protest that a victory that slim could hardly be proof that he worried too much but gave up shaking his head and rubbing his temple to ward away any headache that might consider this an excellent opportunity to slip in.
“Congratulations on not killing yourself, and for getting safely to the edge of the bed, special thanks to not killing me or knocking a hole in my wall with a flying boot.” He said half laughing and shaking his head.
“Worrying is ingrained in me, they carved it into my bones when they made me, you’ll just have to get used to it. The worrying is just part of trying to consider all the angles, most people just call it pessimism though.” He grinned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:43 pm
The other boot was still rather firmly attached, held close to his leg with curling duct tape and ratty laces. Ever ignored it for now, in favor af looping arms in around Zac's waist. A tug brought him in close enough that Ever could press his chin against bony chest and peer up at the younger man's face.
His smile was faded out, gone toward something more thoughtful, dark eyes narrowed as he considered what to say. "...am I supposed to do something? What am I supposed to do..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:48 pm
If there was any irritation left in that moment, Ever, somehow, despite being drunk as hell and still wearing one boot duct taped to his foot, melted that. He brushed a hand through the too long curls that framed Ever’s face like a lion’s mane and shook his head quietly.
“You forgot to get a haircut.” He said somberly. “But that and anything else can wait till morning. Tonight, tonight you just need to sleep some of this off, everything else I’d say you’ve done.” His voice was quiet but serious, just an edge of affection despite the differences of rank.
He sighed softly and kissed Ever’s forehead lightly. “Let me help you with that other boot.”
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