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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:53 pm
"While I am here, you're going to stay off your feet," he smirked, and poured the vodka into the male's glass, and set the glass back down.
Licking his lips, he chuckled, and smirked towards him, "Unless you somehow get rid of me," he murmured, and narrowed his eyes at him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 4:52 pm
"Yer can't keep me offa ma feet." For a moment, the vodka in his glass was ignored. He was too interested in what had been said. He would stand again, just to prove the other wrong, or so he kept telling himself. Now how could he get rid of the coon? At the moment, he came up with nothing. Frowning at his own inability to think, he set about emptying the glass once again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:49 pm
Rolling his eyes, he pushed himself to stand, as well, and slipped the glass away from him. Smirking, he set it down, and leaned closer to him, being quite short, anyway. Canting his head, he gave a low murring noise, and ran his hand up the other's side.
"..It's bad for you to be pushing yourself," he murred, and narrowed his vermilion eyes, gripping onto the male's fishnet shirt.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:49 am
Anarchy watched the other take the glass away from him, eyes never once leaving the other coon. Was it him, or was he getting closer. A shiver shot through him as the hand ran up his side. Now that had never happened before.
"Dun care. Ger away from me.." Though there was very little effort put behind this. Raising a brow, he looked away from the narrowed eyes and to the hand on his shirt. "Yer gunna crease it..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:04 pm
He noted the shiver, and stored this information away for later. never pulling his gaze from the other coon's, and stared at him intently..before he was given commands.
He lifted his shoulders, in a half-shrug, before it turned to a rolling of his shoulders, stretching out his back, trying to relax.
"It wont be perminent," he assured, to the creasing, at least. A chuckle escaped his parted lips, amusement flashing through his eyes. He leaned up closer, mere inches from his face...breath brushing over the other's jaw, "Down." He commanded, quite seriously.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 3:59 pm
He'd never kept eye contact for this long either. Most seemed to get freaked out by his eyes. But not this coon.
And there was no getting rid of him either.
A small 'hn' sound was made to the comment about his shirt. It wasn't like he cared about the shirt being creased. Wasn't like anyone would notice. But it had been the only thing he could think of, at the time, to try and get the other away from him. Hadn't worked though. Obviously, otherwise he wouldn't be able to feel the others breath brushing over his jaw.
"Down? Mayke me." Still stubborn and not willing to do as he was told. As usual.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:03 pm
He smirked.
Make him, huh?
He brought his arms around the other's waist, and gripped onto him, fingertips touching to the bare flesh of his hip. Licking his lips, he nicked his fang over Anarchy's jaw...before roughly shoving him forward, mindful of his arm, onto the couch.
He shifted quickly, setting a knee between the male's legs, and one foot to the ground off to the side. He was partially atop him, but could stand at any given moment. "Mm," he replied, and laughed, "I did."
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:30 pm
This guy was most definatly a hands on sort of guy. He tensed up and attempted to shove the other away as the arms wrapped around his waist. Though once more, his plans didn't go as... planned. The nick, well, he did seem to enjoy that, the brief flicker of life in his black eye proved that. A shiver was given as warm fingertips touched his chilled flesh. Now this just wasn't right. He should be fighting back.
Which he did do.
As soon as he was lying on the couch with the knee between his legs, he growled, sharp canines now visiable. "Gerrof me!" Numerous times he tried to close his legs. But to no avail. "Wha's so funni?" Now he was being laughed at. He wasn't going to stand for that. Well, not that he could stand anyway. Reaching up, he roughly took hold of the material covering the others shoulders in an attempt to push him off. Only now did he begin to show his fighting spirit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 9:26 pm
This amused him. Quite a bit. Ah, there was a spirit in this guy, not just one that hurt himself, and was anti-social with..well, everyone. He noted the shivers and reactions, a welt appearing where his fang ran over his flesh..though that was the extent of a mark.
When he fought back, he smirked widely, baring his own fangs. Pressing his hands to the other's shoulders, he leaned down quickly, face mere centimeters from the other coon's.
"If I were you..I'd listen," he purred lowly, every word releasing a gentle breath against the other's lips. He licked his own lips, before biting onto the other's lower lip, giving him warning, before sitting up swiftly, half straddling the male, though he was grabbed onto, still.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:53 am
Another mark on his flesh. Wasn't like it was the first. Though this was the first time he'd had one on his face. "If tha' scars me... I'll scar yer back."
He wasn't going to give in without a fight. His body fought to sit up. Though he only succeded in moving closer to the other male. Which annoyed him.
Now he fell silent as he felt the breath on his lips. But that didn't stop him growling. How dare he get this close. Not even the kids he lived with had the nerve to come this close. However, he did take notice of this warning. How could he not? Wasn't everyday someone bit your lip.
"Well, you ain't me." His hands tightened on the others shoulders, before he gave in and let them drop to rest on his chest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:30 am
He only had the nerve because he was just as stubborn, if not worse, than the coon below him. He smirked at him, and arched a brow, "Go ahead. I wouldn't mind adding one to my collection," though no visible scars were shown on his bared body, he probably had them hidden.
Once the other dropped his hands to his chest, he blinked, and got right back down into his face, ears perking forward, while long black tresses fell over the sides of his face in a curtain. "Give up?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:28 pm
Collection? This guy actually had scars? Where though? He hadn't seen any. But then, he hadn't been looking either. A growl was given. He really couldn't win. No matter what he said, the other always had a comeback.
His ears slowly pressed back against his head as the other moved closer. "Fer now." The coon raised a brow and lay there, just observing the other. Calmer than before.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 2:34 pm
A grin passed his lips, and he sat back up, turned, and rather sat in the crook of the other's legs, mindful not to 'accidently' crush him at all. He patted the coon's belly, mockingly, and smiled.
"Good," he murmured, "I'll wait for round..oh, three? Four? To start." He teased, and leaned against the back of the couch, facing the ceiling.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:34 pm
Well, it was a little improvement. Atleast he didn't have the other breathing over him. Though now he couldn't move his legs, but he'd manage for now. He had been planning on ignoring the other and taking a nap. But the patting... now that was too much.
"I's already star'ed." Growling, he sat himself up quickly and leant forward, wrapping his arms around the other and holding tightly, attempting to stop him using his arms.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:54 pm
Well, damnit. He should have paid more attention, now shouldn't he have?
He made a strange, squeaking noise when he was grabbed onto, though his hands remained folded over his lap comfortably. His vermilion eyes focused on the other, and his lips curled into a smile, "What now, mm?" He questioned, and licked his lips.
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