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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 7:15 am
They could probably find something if they really wanted to, though straight vodka wasn't exactly out of the question all on its own. It was cheap, so they weren't drinking it for the taste anyways. He watched Ever fall back to lay across the mattress, brows arching in answer, and took it for an invitation. A hand on the bed beside the blonde's waist, he leaned over him. "It's certainly bigger." He smirked. "Probably a good deal less broken in." Ever's bed one floor down had taken to squeaking in protest when things got fun. "You gunna open your gift?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 12:52 pm
That got a sideways sort of look, squinting, Ever's chin tipped up just a touch like he was suspicious, now. Or maybe it was just the whole concept of gifts, still strange to him, not exactly comfortable. His eyes flicked from Zeke down to the box, instead, one of his shoulders rolled in a brief a shrug. It took a little wiggle for him to get an arm free enough to grab it and draw it is. "...is it a joke? You seem much too...." He looped a finger into the bow in preparation, ready to pull it loose.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 1:27 pm
Zeke gave a light little snort, dropping down on his side next to the other man, and let his hand come to rest on Ever's closest hip. "No, it's not a joke." It might have been if he'd been giving it to anyone else, but not for the Lifer. "It's also not anything too..." He tailed off, free hand, the one laying across the bed over their heads, waved vaguely. It wasn't a romantic gift, but that just seemed odd to say, though nothing else seemed like it fit the point he was trying to get across. So he just let it go. "Just open it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 3:52 pm
There was still one more long pause before Ever huffed out a breath and pulled on the ribbon, dragging the box in to get it open. He was surprisingly careful with the wrapping paper; old habits had him separating the tape expertly with his fingers, setting it aside. It was the ingrained methodology of someone who'd been trained to save and reuse. At least it meant he'd gotten presents at some point in his life. He gave Zeke another suspicious look as he pulled the lid off, fingers dipping in -- to be met with leather and steel, and that finally caught his attention. He pulled out one of the bracelets with just a little frown, considering, and turned it over in his hand to squint at the ring carefully set into the leather. Then down at the links still sitting in the box. Realization dawned, and he smiled, slowly, up at Zeke. "...so less a present for me, and more a present for you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:03 pm
Zeke smirked as he watched Ever methodically removing the simple paper from the box, setting it aside. It was the same sort of habitual practice his mother had when he's been younger. Probably for the same reason. Similar upbringing, he imagined. It was a look of feigned innocence Ever looked up to find, and not a very good one. The Mist rolled his shoulders before falling back, his fingers trailing off a skinny hip so he fold fold both arms behind his head. "I'd say it was gift to both of us."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 10:20 pm
Absently, he turned one of the bracelets over in his wrist, testing the leather with his fingers -- sprawled flat on his back, still, and considering the gift and what it meant. A strange thing to come back to, perhaps, but in some ways it was oddly reassuring. Some things went unchanged, and Zeke was apparently one of them. Maybe the annoyance had even melted away by now... His smile spread just a little as he met the other man's eyes. "Hopefully they're pretty solid, since I'm probably stronger than you again, now." His own feigned innocence was s**t. He held the bracelet out to Zeke, meaningfully. "Can you get it open?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 7:10 am
The Mist feigned a sigh, meeting that dark gaze. "It was only a matter of time." He hadn't really expected their strength to remain even with how much longer Ever had been an intermediate. "But I'll catch up again." Of that he was certain. The cuff was taken from Ever's hand and he got the screw loosened quickly, bolt sliding free so the cuff could be opened. He held it out expectantly, waiting for the oth man to lay his wrist in the thick leather so it could be closed up again. "They're strong, probably a lot harder to bust than fakey handcuffs. Chains really sturdy, too." He had tested them a bit after buying them, so see if they could hold up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 6:01 pm
"Uh huh." Ever rolled his wrist, testing, a little distracted by the sensation of cold metal bumping against the inside of his wrist as the d-ring swung. It made him flush, a prickle across his cheeks, and it drove out whatever he'd been about to say; words coming jumbled and crooked in his head. Instead, wordlessly, he held out his other wrist, shifting just a bit on the bed. Distantly, he wondered how Zeke had tested them, exactly. But he couldn't put together the question, just now.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 6:14 pm
Black leather against pale skin was a good look, and if Zeke kept a hold of the d-ring a handful of seconds longer than was strictly needed, well... Color was raising in Ever's features, and pale eyes lingered there, just a moment, before lowering to the offered wrist so he could close the leather over it, 'locking' it in place with the second d-ring. "What do you think?" It was a useless question. Zeke could see what Ever thought of the gift, and it was enough to have him hooking a finger in the ring of the wrist he hadn't quite let go. Pulling to draw the other man around as he settled flat on his back again. A invitation for him to straddle his waist. Or a demand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 6:30 pm
"Uh huh." Which wasn't eloquent, but Ever's head was a bit spinny, at this point, a little less than focused. It wasn't hard to draw him along, to settle in over Zeke with a slow breath out. Slowly, he curled their fingers together, and tipped his head down for a kiss. Maybe it was a bit domestic, and maybe he should have been bothered by it. Maybe later. Not so much right now.
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