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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:36 pm
"I'd rather not," he snickered a bit, and sat there like that for a few moments, before frowning. "You won, though. You said the winner got what they want. What'll your prize be, love, mm?" He teased, but somehow, seriously asked the question. he figured it'd be along the lines of 'get the ******** out of my face'. But, eh.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:41 pm
Hmph, he hadn't really been thinking in terms of win or lose, more of... they'd stopped. Because he hadn't actually managed to set Samael on fire, and that would have been more of the decisive victory he was looking for. Though admittedly, if he'd burned the vampire to a crisp he'd be standing about out here with nothing to do.
"I'll let you know when I figure out if there's anything worth taking," he smirked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:44 pm
Oh, lovely, so he was just keeping him here for amusement? Somehow, it wouldn't surprise him.
"Aw, cant think on your feet, Marks? C'mon, you cant take that much time. We may play another game," he purred, and shifted to lean back, away from him, and sat down on his legs...crossing his arms over his stomach.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:55 pm
Lips pressed together in satisfaction, Marks flicked hair away from his face once more, though again to no avail. It wasn't an action he indulged in because it was useful, just... force of habit. Something to do.
Like now.
"A game?" he questioned, touch of dark creeping in, "Sure, a game sounds great. Did you have something in mind?" A suggestion that said clearly, 'because I do'.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:01 pm
"Whatever amuses you, love," he mumbled, and smiled, which was...warm. Though fake, in the same sense. He brought his hands up to run into his quickly drying hair...removing tangles and such at he went.
Watching him curiously, he canted his head, blinking flaxen irises.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:09 pm
The smile on Marks' face was no longer anything remotely resembling tame, the same predatory expression that had signaled the beginning of their fight on the bar now graced lips and settled in the back of eyes. "I'm thinking something along the lines of tag," he said with a tone so cheerily fake there had to be some truth to it. (It was more the oddity of hearing something that could be called 'chipper' from Marks than the genuine pleasure behind the tone.) "You and I alternate on It, everybody else gets tagged."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:17 pm
Arching a brow, he bit his lower lip...before making a light noise, in silent thought. "Tag, huh?" He questioned, and blinked, "..Other people," seemed more like a hunting game. But, either or. Didn't bother him at all.
He smirked a bit, "Sure, why not. Sounds interesting."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:24 pm
It was very much indeed a hunting game, the kind of which Marks hadn't indulged in for years. Hadn't been the opportunity - the space, the anonymity required not to get nailed by the authorities. But heck, there weren't authorities to do any sort of 'catching' around here. Hadn't run into them at least.
"Nice to hear you're so open-minded," Marks murred appreciatively. "It goes something like this - whoever's It goes out and tags, same old drill - but we're not going to be going out together to do the tagging. It's got to be clear that you've got someone."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:27 pm
"Ah," he replied, and nodded, understanding. "So, by any means possible?" He questioned, thinking it all over. He frowned, before moving his fingers forward, sliding his fingertips over the other's neck slowly...seemingly like he'd be slitting his throat, if he had a sharp object, that is.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:33 pm
Would've been irritating if he'd had to spell it out. There really was going to be some sort of game here, he realized - if it could be that easily understood between them. So much the better. "That is the idea of so few guidelines," he said plainly, making no move to stop the fingers. That would've been a sign of defensiveness, that he was onguard or felt he needed to be. Not so.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:36 pm
"When does the game begin?" He assumed when they got back to down. His fingers, since they had yet to be stopped, grazed down to his collar..then to the nape of his neck. He was mentally memorizing curves and feels, curious as to Marks' limits.
But, he suspected that they weren't easy to break..his attitude seemed unbreakable.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:40 pm
His response was to shrug, only slightly as any larger movement would've been to shake off the touch. It didn't bother him, and he'd make no move to suggest it did as if anything it was kinda nice. "You're It, sweetheart," he said with that undying smirk, "You tell me. Though keep in mind that actions speak louder than words."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:50 pm
Damnit. What to do. He rolled his eyes, "You could, at least, give an example," he mumbled, and leaned closer to him, dipping his head lower, for a moment, to touch his lips to the male's neck...half tempted to start the game off with the demon before him.
But, that was cheating.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:02 pm
That it was cheating was probably a good thing, because something very similar had crossed Marks' mind. But it was cheating for a very obvious reason - in that there could hardly be any fun in winning the game if someone was already in charge. Not that for a moment he considered Samael to be in control, it was extremely rare that Marks let that position pass on to anyone else (at least in his mind).
His lips parted in that smirk and his hand came up to the side of the unicorn's face, touching him for the first time since their fight and drawing him over to look him in the eyes, "An example? Name your target."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:10 pm
At the feeling of the other's hand to his face, he half expected a shove of some sort...surprised at the other's more..uh, gentle actions. he lifted a bit, and blinked, before glancing around. He shrugged, and motioned in a random direction...trees, trees, and more trees.
Along with a few boulders.
But, eh.
He was more curious as to why Marks was even allowing him this close.
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