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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 12:13 pm
Tomorrow? ...He could keep Kingsley occupied until then, surely - or Arthur...? They'd deal. Somehow.
A hand reached up to cover his eyes in sudden realization, "Underwear," he moaned softly, turning on his heel and fluttering back into the house. Right... medieval - or at least, somewhat archaic culture... with it's lack of boxers. He'd rather forgotten about that.
Returning moments later, he held up a pair of black boxers for both of them to see and observe in full detail. "Underclothes," he explained in brief. "Are safeguards against zippers."
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:17 pm
An eyebrow arched as Alex suddenly turned around fluttering away. "Underwear, zipper, what the?" He looked down at Skittles cuddling against him and let out a sign. Everything went strange when Skittles was around."
Skittles chuckled softly and blinked at the black boxers. "They look like shorts," he said reaching out to poke it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:27 pm
"They are shorts, kind of," Alex explained, attempting to keep from being flustered. It wasn't that the idea of underwear embarassed him, but rather that this was... a little funny, and had great potential to be misconstrued. "In this world, we wear them under all our other clothes. Because of things like zippers."
And hygiene. Also because of hygiene.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:04 am
The demon took the clothes from Alex and ran his hand down them momentarly. He pulled his hand away rubbing his fingers together as they tingled. Ahhh. "Is there a reason you gave me Marks clothes?" He questioned amused. Just the faintest trace remained of the arrogant demon from before.
Skittles nose wrinkled. "Infuriate the townies?
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 11:26 am
A shrug and shift of wings, hesitant at best. "He's more your size than anyone else?" the kind of statement that when delivered as a question signifies a certain worry about the subject at hand, and slight fear of being wrong. Had it been a... really, really bad idea to try and give Vain Marks' clothes? Oh dear...
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:32 pm
Vain closed his eyes, relaxing his shoulders as his fingers spread against the cloth. "It's alright Alex. A trace residue lingers on them and I'm not fully discontected from that realm yet. It takes about a day before everything is gone."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:58 pm
Oh, right... that must be terrible strange, to feel everything so acutely for such a long time. Almost the direct antithesis of how his own powers had worked - still worked? He was loath to experiment - back home. Vain reached out, then couldn't return to the shelter of physicality, whereas it'd been a struggle to reach the briefest of touches with the world beyond for him and his fellows.
"We really do have to go shopping," he murmured with a frown, handing the underwear to Vain.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:11 pm
"Shopping would be nice," Vain said taking the clothing and left the towel behind him scurring into the nearest room to change.
Skittles pouted before cuddling into the towel with a yawn. "Shoping will be fun. I like to shop. Vain doesn't," he was repeating himself from earlier but the eyes where half closed and he was falling asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 6:42 pm
"You mentioned that one," Alex reminded gently, touch of amusement dancing across his voice as he slipped behind the fox to guide him by the shoulders back to the guest room from before. "We'll go shop when you wake up, all right?" Provided nothing else needed to be dealt with, at least...
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:14 pm
"Really?" Skittles let himself be steered off. "Is the scarry rat going to be there? I don't want to go back to my room if he is," Skittles yawned suddenly. "Thhhaaaat alright? Shopping will be fun but I want sleep now." He was tired and repeating himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:24 pm
"I doubt it," the amusement waxed slightly and a smile slipped onto his face. And Arthur wasn't scary! ...No, that wasn't true. He was. A little. A lot. Depended on how you took it, really, and Alex had simply chosen to take it as... nothing particularly peculiar. Arthur didn't mind being taken for scary, surely, it kept people out of his way. But still... it didn't seem quite right, to be merely frightened of him. Then again, perhaps that was natural instinct kicking in and subsequently kicking the body away from what claimed to be a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Hm.
When they reached the guest room it was blessedly empty - or perhaps not so much of the blessing, for where had Kingsley and his sitter gotten to, if they were no longer here? "Shoo," he instructed, distractedly glancing down the hall for any sign of the 'unicorn' or the rat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:31 pm
Skittles took the moment of distraction to stand on his tiptoes and press a kiss to Alex cheek before walking into the room. It was instinct, a learned motioned programed into his mindsetting. "Night sir," he called and flopped onto his bed falling asleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 1:10 am
It was just this thing, you know? Like repetition only more strangle-worthy. He was always waiting like this. Right after the kid wandered off to do something he knew was going to be stupid - or before he walked into something that turned out to have been stupid, either or - and he was just stuck standing around and waiting until Alex came back. Not proactive, just--just--immobility, stagnation--Christ he wanted to break something. Or wash dishes. Whichever came first. And seeing as Ravnos von Psychopath (known commonly to the world as 'Marks') had been scarce as well the past few days and thus the cooking rate had plummeted like the Great Depression there weren't many dishes to wash. Which left breaking things.
Seriously, how much longer could this s**t perpetuate itself? First the ******** found his long-lost good mood and started being a real ******** nutcase all over again and Cody found himself all jumpy at shadows and extra snarly - right when he didn't need to be - (God he hated Marks so much right now) and then Alex disappeared off the face of the planet. DISAPPEARED. AGAIN. He'd... he'd been terrified, for a moment. Realizing that... routine had taken over. And that if the typically so self-conscious bird hadn't called at the very least then something had to be wrong--
And then, right when he'd started getting a little frantic, who should come with the advent of news and a facade of reassurance? ******** ******** Ravnos von Psyyyychopaaaath. Bearing news from his brother, no less. The one he'd, you know, not talked to yet. Because what was the point? If he wasn't going to be armed and pissed, at least. He wasn't angry enough to kill Peregrine - well, he hadn't been. Then he had been. Now not so much. But close. And might be getting there again... But there was no point in putting himself through the aggravation of contact with his sibling unless he planned for it to end in conclusive and irreversible DEATHDEATHDEATH or something of the like.
So then there'd been... a little teensy bit of resolution. Kinda. Not really at all because it'd been ******** Marks who he did not trust an iota of an inch and would rather see happily married (oh God oh God oh God) than bearing news about Alex. But... it'd been all he had to go on. And it really hadn't helped much. And he'd still run into s**t. Big s**t. Big, fuzzy s**t. Er... thrusting icky mental images aside, Big Fuzzy. .......No. 's**t' just about covered his sentiment in that area. Cain's withered testicles, it wasn't supposed to be like this...
But forget the trauma irritation. Things were going to even out now. He'd make them. Alex was going to call--and next time he was going to find him. No more whining, moping, frantic searching--he was going to get Oliver on it too--once he found the loony--and--
In a strange moment of deja vu Cody found himself starting for the door at a run the moment he heard the knock - even if it wasn't--he could always freak the hell out of the neighbors. Really total non-issue for the three-eyed 'unicorn'. It was a time of crisis. They'd just have to deal. (Not that they, you know, had neighbors >>--whatever. Non. Issue.) Throwing open the door with a look that had wounded many a puppy, those eyes softened for an instant upon seeing who it was who'd knocked--Alex, Alex, thank God--but snapped back to the hard glare upon realizing that his friend wasn't alone.
It figured. It bloody figured.
"Who's gimpy?" the 'unicorn' snapped tactlessly, glaring at the demon - though managed to overcome the protective instinct to move Alex indoors so as to settle things in as quick and efficient a way as possible. He didn't, damn it. Didn't matter that he was thinking it. He didn't. At least this demon wasn't Marks. But time would tell all else--not that much time, granted, but... time enough.
Oh bloody--
"Kingsley," the name sharp and reprimanding, more so than he'd intended perhaps --it wasn't... there wasn't much scolding could do. But some things you just couldn't let go with a mere glare, even if... oh he could see it now, in the tensity and tightness to the 'unicorn's' movements and stance, the flickering relief that had long since relented to a more aggressive, 'safer' anger... it just never went well in his friend's head, never went right...
Alex felt himself relent a little himself, however, recognizing that... even if scolding wasn't going to help, he couldn't just jump back on the defensive. Because giving Kingsley something to fight against wasn't going to help any either. "This... this is," he began, shifting slightly away from the door and minisculely closer to Miika--but interrupted before he could continue--
"The reason you've been MIA?" Cody snapped, eyes still narrowed at the demon, refusing to give an inch to reprimand - no matter that the rarity of such gave rise to an implication of its necessity. What. EVER. He was angry. This looked to be a likely reason as to why he was angry. Funny how things worked out like that. "I don't want to hear it with the spin--"
A sudden break and he nodded shortly towards the demon, "You tell it - who the hell're you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:38 pm
Miika whiffed in amusement while raising a brow at the angered unicorn. Well... he didn't seem quite friendly in the least.. Then again, Miika couldn't imagine he'd be all too happy if one of his friends just up and disappeared without a single word. Besides, this.. must be the one he and Alex had already discussed. The one that he actually had to be patient with.
Really, Miika could see little to no reason in why he should have to be patient... except for the fact that Alex had pretty much told him to before they came, and the fact that he was unfriendly at the moment already. Well... may as well be patient, he had plenty of patience stored up... and it was well worth it, so long as he could be with Alex-- even if only for a few more days or moments.
"Miika," The demon started in a murmur before making an attempt to smile, "Cordaire," He finished more clearly. Something inside of him wanted to lie about his name, to use Mikkael Du'Coudrae instead of Miika Cordaire... to get that damned vampire in trouble for once instead of the other way around-- but that wouldn't be right, and he didn't want to risk upsetting Alex in the least.
Besides, Alex would probably correct him swiftly, and that would probably only anger the unicorn more... Either way, it seemed the unicorn was going to get more frustrated and irritated-- perhaps annoyed as well-- just by Miika being there... and Alex being gone for so long. "... I am the reason he didn't contact anyone," Miika continued, running a hand through his hair, "... though it was completely voluntary on his half, I think." The last of it was murmured with a light frown.
It was voluntary, wasn't it? he hadn't... force Alex into anything, had he? wait, no. He had to stop those doubts right then and there. Alex had reassured him several times-- repeatedly, really-- and it was useless to continue doubting the little robin when he clearly wasn't leaving him-- at least... not yet, anyway. The demon couldn't help but have a small part of him filled with doubt. It was.. his... thing. All the more reason to brood beneath the showerhead.
Something he realized he hadn't done very often as of late... either due to lack of time or the fact that he was with Alex and content-- the latter rather than the former was the real answer-- and some small part of him missed all that brooding... The majority of him didn't, though... because the majority of him was completely focused and fixated on Alex. Staying with Alex, to hit the nail on the head.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 12:36 pm
It was difficult for someone with such devoted beliefs in free will and the triumph of the spirit to reconcile happy thoughts about sedation with their most deep-seated avowals. Thus Alex's current just as deep-seated desire to see Kingsley happily tranquilized through the first meeting was difficult to say the least. This had to be one of the worst encounter with the closest thing he had to in-laws that anyone had had to suffer yet. Oh Kingsley...
Perhaps on some level his friend's actions were justified, because Alex certainly had little trouble understanding them. The separation... to spend eleven years in an attempt to regain two? And then to have all that time and more after it rife with terrible things and stranded at the world's crumbling edge... That Kingsley had devoted so much of himself to retrieving, mending, protecting what they'd lost - that much Alex couldn't help but love him for, but the effects the pursuit had wrought on his friend were not only unfortunately harsh but downright frustrating. He was thankful, unerringly thankful to have been found, to have someone to rely on - but when that someone...
Kingsley just refused to admit to having been damaged, and that alongside the damage itself made for a hell of a parental stand-in. For Heaven's sake, his real parents had never been this... 'protective' fell short. No wonder the general populace here kept mistaking Kingsley for his former lover or other such nonsense. Bother.
Sparing an encouraging glance and smile that seemed... slightly weary for all its likewise encouragement for Miika, Alex shot a still yet mildly displeased though primarily confused look at Kingsley. While... explaining that he hadn't called because he hadn't wanted Kingsley to get in trouble by gallivanting out to wreak vengeance on vampires who hadn't actually been provoked yet might be worthy enough an excuse as to why he hadn't called... it would result in Kingsley getting into trouble by gallivanting off to et cetera et cetera et cetera... Bother again.
"Just sort of lost track of time, I suppose," he added momentarily to Miika's words, a slight shrug accenting the excuse as wings fluffed slightly, clear sign of at least a little guilt, for various reasons. Unconsciously his hand fluttered out to take hold of Miika's, if only at the lightest of touch.
.......he had every right to be suspicious damnit. The kid had a very, very bad habit of picking lunatics out of the grab bag - a point which... had actually been turned against him in the past day's rant to Oliver, where Oliver had pointed out that Alex's pick included the two of them. Oliver who'd let this go, who'd been so determined to believe that Alex was fine, that things would be all right - which had done nothing for Cody's nerves, considering that Oliver wasn't the most sensical of individuals.
"I knew that part," he snapped at the newly christened Miika Cordaire - well, that didn't mean anything bad he didn't think. Didn't recognize it at least. Which in recent days was the worst possible scenario. "What I'm after is what the hell you've been up to."
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