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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:00 am
Zeke didn't say anything on the subject of public showers, just smiled, knowing and mild, up at Zac. As if he knew what the Sun was trying so hard not to think about, and he found it infinitely amusing. And maybe he did. "Most people are boring and I imaginative," he countered dryly, smirking. "Do I look boring to you?" With his ink, his multiple piercings, those pale eyes that seemed to look right through a person. As if he could see their thoughts and knew their secrets. "No one messes with the blue ringed octopus, they're dangerous little shits, and everyone knows it. Born survivalists." And absolutely toxic. Zeke had no illusions about himself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 12:01 pm
He opened his mouth and closed it again with a click of teeth as he realized just how bad the whole showers but might have sounded, shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah…no you don’t seem boring.” He shook his said with a half suppressed grin. “… Toxic, that’d be an interesting view of yourself though.” His words were quieter as he mused over that information. “Then again, I have a shark on one arm and a manta ray on the other.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 3:32 pm
"Self realization in crucial." Zeke knew who he was, how he operated, and he was at peace with it. "What's your shark and your manta ray mean?" He gestured, pointing vaguely at Zac's arms.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 3:52 pm
“Well… for the Manta, that you shouldn’t judge by appearances, that sometimes people won’t see what is right in front of them. For the shark, well…that you can’t always believe what you hear.” He rolled his shoulders again in that easy shrug. “There are some myths too… but I really think those are more interesting to read for yourself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 5:38 pm
He nodded, trying to reason through the connecting between the the animals and their meaning in Zac's culture. There didn't seem to be a logical leap, but had ti imagine there were legends that explained it all nicely. "Maybe I can find something on them in the library." Or maybe not. For the most part it seemed Deus' library was fairly specific. "So how long have you been on the island?" Brows lifted again, and he'd make a vague gesture to the chair across from him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:37 pm
“Two…maybe three months I guess? I’m sort of awful with dates.” He grinned sheepish. “You?” He hesitated then with a small frown like something had drifted through the back of his mind and shook it off. “Yeah… Just got myself a tattoo gun, had it done up in runes so people aren’t limited to my chisel. So I guess if you ever want another octopus, hit me up?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 2:18 pm
"About a month." It had been his fourth day on the island when he'd unofficially met Zac in the hall outside Ever's room. "If I come up with another idea for a tattoo, I'll be sure to let you know." He wasn't opposed to the idea, but he needed a damn good idea before he was even going to think about a second tattoo. Piercings could be temporary, but ink lasted. Zac was growing far too comfortable for Zeke's liking. He'd been all flustered a few moments before, but seemed to have rallied. No fun. "So how do you know Ever? You two...?" A brow lifted, lips ticking up on one side, suggestive.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 2:27 pm
If he’d been disappointed by the loss of ‘fluster’ he’d chosen the right means to get it back. Well, fluster and a sharp laugh. “HA! I mean…god… ah no, no the only thing we’ve done is minor mutual torments. You and a…Cee are the only two people I’ve seen ah, in his bedroom.” He hesitated a moment and then hurriedly added. “Not that, I spend a lot of time at his room, or out…side. Hell Now I sound like a … “ he waved his hand embarrassed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 2:52 pm
Bingo. { You're kind of cruel, boil.} He just smirked, a brow twitching as he looked up at Zac. "Like a what?" Absolutely not helpful, but he wasn't trying to be. He also hadn't needed that information on folks coming and going from Ever's room, but he wasn't complaining about receiving it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:08 pm
“Nothing! Nothing at all.” Flustered Zac. //You talk too much when you’re nervous, not that that surprises me, how very… NORMAL of you.// Sighed Remiel in the back of his mind. {{Hush, you aren’t helping}} he shot back. He shook his head vigorously as though he could dislodge the social commentary on his lack of utter perfection and poise. “Anyhow, no, no I’m no competition for your time with…Lord of the holiday boxers.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:26 pm
Oh, this was much better. Zeke sank back in his chair, utterly relaxed. Casual, as if they could have been talking about anything. "I'm not worried about competition." He knew where he stood. They had... Well. Zeke wasn't worried. "His boxers are cute." He let his hand fall to join the other around his ankle. "It would be alright, you know," he offered up reasonably. "If you were interested."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:36 pm
“…ah… I’m, I’m sorry what?” He blinked nearly dropping the sketchbooks and research volumes that were tucked under his arm, juggling them instead with surprising efficiency. “Sorry, interested?” He blinked
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:19 pm
The grin widened to an obscene level. "Yeah. I mean I saw how you were looking, in the hall. It's alright." The sadistic glee didn't show in easy features, didn't leak into that calm voice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:43 pm
His cheeks heated and the expression on his face went from embarrassed to angry. “So…how was I looking? He said voice turning a cold that somehow didn’t suit his tropical clothes and accent. “Maybe not as long or hard as you two were…not that it matters.”
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