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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:06 pm
Tea had thought Zix was almost the same as Yamagawa.
After all, they had the same sort of annoyingness same sort of grin same sort of internal knowledge of what sort of buttonthing to push to make Tea angry --even though on Zix's part it seemed completely (maybe) involuntary-- and they were both annoying.
And no, it wasn't because of that sameness that annoyingness that.. that same feeling that Tea hated Zix because Tea was above hating someone just because they happened to have some similarities with.. with an ex-involvement --Tea refused to absolutely refused to call Yamagawa as anything more nothing more than-- and Tea did not hate Zix because of that. It was just that sometimes it was so distracting..
Tea had thought they would be the same. And they were.
Just.. just there were some differences, like.. like now, when Tea wasisstill shakyannoyedshakenannoyedbad, Yamagawa would have --if it wasn't because of Yamagawa that Tea was like this-- he would have.. he would have asked and pestered incessantly until Tea gave in --or broke down even more, either way-- and told him.
Unlike.. Unlike Zix. Who.. Tea gave a slight, quick glance back at the necromancer that he probably didn't really catch. Tea hoped, at least.
But Zix didn't ask. Tea knew kindofmaybealmost knew that the necromancer was curious, he knew that because even though Zix and.. and him were different-ish they were still too similar and.. and Tea knew that he himself wouldmaybenoyes get curious if.. if something like this had happened to someone else but but Zix didn't ask. He just shrugged and.. and he was still bright and still happyannoying but it wasn't.. it was different and.. and it was just different.
"I don't think I'd have that much of a mental problem to be dictated to so many pairs of ears." The tanned assistant said dryly, fully aware of the slight shivershudderwaver of his voice and the nervoussomething tension shakingshivering through his hands they were still there but.. but maybe.. maybe it was okay, maybe.. maybe it was just okay, just for a minute, and.. and this was nothing, this lapse in snappingdarkangerannoyance was nothing because Tea was still annoyed at Zix, no matter what happened, and.. and this was nothing he just.. it was just for a little while..
Tea muttered under his breath, barely glancing back at the necromancer and resolutely not looking and.. and it would be betteronce they got to the morgue because then he could just leave Zix there with his birds and go and he would't have to answe any questions. Even though.. even though Zix wasn't going to ask them, Tea knew. "..Thanks."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 8:37 pm
[Mayel] Felix sat up on the bed and ran a hand with his messy ebony hair as he nodded, "Ofcourse, I can't let my love do all the work now, can I?" The hybrid stood up and decided to help the mermaid, taking Myuca from him and holding the small infant close. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on Sui's cheek before walking off to the bathroom.
Reaching down, he turned the warm water on and sat on the edge of the tub as he looked down at the small baby in his hands. He smiled warmly as he stroked the boy's cheek gently then looked up as he waited for Sui to join him. His wings were folded in tightly as the hybrid sighed lightly, his glowing blood red gaze on his son which lay in his arms. "I'm a dad...I don't think I'll ever be used to this," he mumured with a soft chuckle.
((repost heart ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:00 pm
“…”
Did Tea just mutter “Thanks” under his breath?
There was something…so…wrong about that! Tea shouldn't be spouting “Thanks” to Zix! It was just wrong! Wrong was BAD!!!!
“Ah, but that’s not true, is it?” This Tea was nice and all, but it was wrong somehow. Tea should be snappy and irritable, not thanking Zix. So it was time to go into happyhappyparklyannoying mode and get annoyedirritated Tea back.
“Because really, you never know when you’ll wake up and say to yourself, “My gosh, my mental problems are sooooooo huge today that I just need forty-seven pairs of ears to listen to me!” really, how could you know? It might happen tomorrow! Gosh, will it happen tomorrow? I wouldn’t mind Tea coming to the morgue tomorrow and blathering out his problems…”
This last little bit was said more to himself than to Tea, but there was no way he said at all any sort of quiet. So Tea would have heard it.
Which was just as well. That was the sort of comment that would expect Tea to snap back and glare at Zix, which was exactly what he wanted. Because Zix didn’t like badsadshaky Tea, so Tea needed to be put back to normalsnappyirritable Tea. And since the only person around who could do such a job was Zix…
Well, let’s just say Zix decided it was his sworn duty to protect the knave in distress.
And he was heroic idiot who planned on doing just that.
Which meant he just had to put Tea back to normal again. So he would use every last annoying resource he had to make things right again and have Tea snap his head off with his words like he had before they went past the Hallway Of Doom --as it was now labeled in Zix’s head-- because Tea not being snappy and irritable was just wrong. So wrong that it was off the charts wrong. And anything that wrong was beyond bad.
So Zix just had to do his best to make it better.
“Saa, have you seen my flamingoes yet, Teaaaaaaa? I’d have thought we’d seen them by now….!” Ah, yes, add that annoying whine in his voice, that’ll produce a reaction for sure. Seriously, though, it felt like they’d been walking for hours now --hey, a burlap bag of granola is not like carrying a bag of feathers here-- and surely they should have come across those gaudy pink lawn ornaments by now. Even with the detour and all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:01 pm
If Butter wanted to stay, then Butter could stay as long as he wanted. Forever, preferably, because Zanis just wanted Butter forever, but if Butter didn’t want to stay that long, then however long he did want to stay was fine. Absolutely fine. Just so long as he stayed.
And the lightlittlesortofkiss on his neck was nice to. Really nice. Zanis rather liked it, actually. Didn’t particularly like the fiery sort of burst of feeling that shot up his throat at the kiss, but the kiss itself was nice. Cold, really --shame it did nothing to counteract that stupid inner burn-- but nice nonetheless.
“If you want to stay, then you can stay,” he whispered, running his fingers through the dark locks again. It was coarse but not rough. Just…coarse. Rather different, actually. Zanis’ hair was really really smooth -- one of his more obsessive pints, actually-- and Butter’s hair being so…so not smooth was a bit of a nice chan--
Tap, tap, tap.
“Goddamn them all!” He hissed, glaring venomously at the door. Okay, they definitely knew he was here now. Otherwise they’d have stopped knocking by now. And if they knew he was here, they wouldn’t ******** stop unless he got up and answered the door.
They needed to die.
But no, Zanis couldn’t kill them. Like Zix and only a few other people, administration people always had that little bubble of paperwork that kept Zanis from actually killing any of them. No matter how much he wanted to just tear them into little teeny tiny bits and pieces for being so goddamned annoying.
And believe it, he reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally wanted to just destroy them all.
The snake let out a sigh as another short series of knocks sounded, placing another light kiss against Butter’s forehead. “This will only take a minute,” he said, crawling out of their half-sprawled sort of situation. Just one minute of listening to their little speal on how it was so wrong that he didn’t turn in any paperwork, and then he’d just send them away and wait for them next week.
Maybe if he set some booby traps or something in the hallway? If they got speared by something and he wasn’t holding the spear it couldn’t really count as his fault, right?
Sighing, he huffed rather like an annoyed child would, before opening the door to the nerdy little brunette who’d come by last week. And of course the first words out of the nerd’s mouth were, “Mr, Midoritsuchi, we have yet to receive your reports.” In that reedy little voice associated to nerds everywhere and god he was annoying and wasn’t it a shame that Zanis couldn’t just ‘take care’ of the problem?
It took a moment for Zanis to realize that the guy’s lecture had changed --by this point he was usually tuning them out until he felt he’d listened enough and could just shoo them away. Boredly, he followed the admin’s gaze to where it rested on Butter, who was obviously better off than most of the experiments that came in Zanis’ office --which definitely meant he was special.
The nerd’s gaze trailed back to Zanis, and he pushed his glasses up as he announced, “Acquisition of an experiment requires form 3X7559. I’ll bring it by later for you t fill out, yes?”
And before Zanis could utter a quick denial --he didn’t any any more ******** forms shoved under his door!-- the nerd had turned and scampered off down the hall.
One of these days…one of these days he was going to find a way to kill all the admins without needing to go through all that paperwork. And it would be heaven…
Sighing again, he turned back to Butter. “See? Gone in a minute.” Alright, that had been more like a minute fifteen seconds --the nerd could talk fast-- but the point was still the same.
Course, that now brought up the question of what the two of them were supposed to do. Zanis had never actually felt any sort of burning feeling for any person before. What did he do with the feelings?
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:03 pm
Briefly, Chou spared a glance just to watch the baddoctorpersonness go away, because it was such a relief to have the badness go away. Then he let his attention meander back, just in time to hear the word ‘necklace’. Which --because of what they were just talking about-- Chou assumed could be in place earrings.
The faerie gave a happy, more than relieved giggle. “Saa, yokatta! I don’t like needles. They hurt, don’t they? Pokepokepoke… But a necklace is good. It’ll be shiny!” Shiny was good. Shiny was…was shiny. What more needed to be said? If it was shiny, it was good.
Like Elis was right now.
Elis was shiny. Which was good.
And Elis was kind of half-hugging him. Which was nearly as good as a full hug! And…and even if Elis wasn’t hugging Chou, Chou could always hug Elis, right? Hugs made people feel happy, and Elis was shiny so it would be fine to hug Elis. And anyway, Chou wanted to hug Elis.
So he did.
“Of course I’ll still help with glitterness, silly. I said I would, so I will. Duh.” Why would Elis think he might not? Chou had said --hey, Chou had been the one offering-- so why would Elis think he would just…just not help after that? Chou didn’t offer his glitter to just anyone, you know. Only good people. Like Elis!
He let himself be pulled to his feet, only slightly hesitantly releasing Elis from the hug --he liked hugs, he did-- and just gave a bright smile to Yamagawa-sama. The doctor seemed…not good, which was bad, so he had to be happyhappy again.
He shot a slightly puzzled look between the two --something just happened between them, yupyup it did!-- but just grinned brightly and tightened his own grip on Elis’ hand slightly. It would make sense that Elis would know Yamagawa-sama, wouldn’t it? Because Elis had been here a lot longer, and Yamagawa-sama had been here longer too, so it’d just be weird if they didn’t know each other. After all, they were…were…
What were they? Yamagawa-sama was a doctorperson, but Elis was…was a what? It wasn’t a hospital, so Elis wasn’t a patient…and if Elis wasn’t a patient then what was h--
“Armand…?” That was familiar….let’s see, where was that from…it was…was…
“Ah!” Brightly, he glanced at Yamagawa-sama, then turned to Elis. “Ne, ne, isn’t it cool? Yamagawa-sama has two names! He’s Armand too!” For someone with only one name, this was the epitome of awesome total coolness, and an opportunity to pass the news along should never be wasted. Everyone should know of the awesomtotalcoolness having two names represented
That news spread, Chou moved on to the next mostest importantest thing on the list.
“What’s on a eye-dee tag?”
Because if they needed to know stuff about Chou --it was his tag, they’d need to know stuff about him, right?-- then Chou had to know what they needed to know, or else he couldn’t tell them. Duh. And Yamagawa-sama and Elis wuld know, because Yamagawa-sama was a doctorperson, and doctorpeople knew important things like that. And Elis had a tag too, he he would also know what had to be on the tags. So it was just…they would both know because it just made sense that they would know.
Lots of things made sense, didn’t they?
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:10 am
"I can stay," Butter murmured, the words not quite a question but a sort of agreeingstatementsentencesomething, pulling back oh-so-slightly to glance up at Zanis' goldenyellowpretty eyes so different from his deadcoldwhite ones so different but so beautiful just like his hair and his skinand.. And just Zanis himself, and so it made sense that his eyes would be prettybeautifulnice as well because they were warm, the goldenyellow colour, and they were warm colours and Zanis was warmburninghottingly so it made sense that his eyes were warm as well while Butter's eyes were just as cold just as dead as he himself was..
The zombie glanced back, an almost curious gaze flickering in the white depths as he ran his fingertips gently down the palepale skin of the doctor's, watching how his own skin flared up brightbrightpinkred sending small sparklejolts of pain up his hand up his arm but differently oh so differently because it just didn't hurt as much as it should be and.. and that was funny wasn't that funny?
And it was funnydifferentinteresting how Zanis' skin just remainedstayed that pale alabasterpale whiteness, and it was strange, because being cold was different too almost as different as being hotwarm but.. but it didn't seem to do anything to Zanis' skin and Butter was glad of it, because Zanis was beautiful and Butter didn't want any sort of angrybadpinkhurting streaks through Zanis' skin because.. because Zanis shouldn't be angrypinkred and.. and that that was nice that hand thing nobody had ever done that before to his hair and.. and it was nice..
"Goddamn them all!"
Butter slowlyslowly looked up again from placing more of those light tentative unsure touchkissthings on Zanis' skin --because it had felt good sort of, not bad when Zanis had done the samesimilarkissing thing to his neck and it had felt good and-- blinking slightly at the venomous tone of the doctor and tilting his head slightly.
Why were they knocking if they didn't want to take him back? And.. and if they wasn't here for him, then there was no reason for Zanis to not see them but Zanis obviously didn't want to see them and why?
Because Butter felt comfortable here, comfortablenicenotbad with Zanis here feeling Zanis against him feeling his fingers warmburningtingly in his hair just Zanis even though it was kind of burninghotwarm where they were too close they were too close and it was too hot too strange to feel this strange goodbad feeling, to feel this nothurting and odd sparks of pain at the same time that maybe.. maybe he should kind of move away even just a little just for a little but.. but Butter didn't want to move..
But he had to, he had to move he had to move just the slightest bit away from Zanis and Butter felt an odd sort of pain burningtightness in his chest much the same way as it had when the necromancerperson had come into the room before when their interlocked fingershands pulled apart leaving only a faint sense of the warmth behind and it hurt but.. but ithischest shouldn't shouldn't hurt because the necromancerwarmhurtingperson wasn't here so.. so that was strange because the only living person here was Zanis and.. and he was moving away moving away from Butter and.. and that just somehow was sososovery strange this hurting..
The zombie blinked, meeting the strangerperson's --maybe he was too warm and making hisButter'schestlungs hurttighten-- gazestarething rather confusedlyblankly, not quite aware of how he looked half-sprawled out on the table with bright streaks of burn marks like bright bloodpinkred down across his skinlipsfaceneck and merely a vague sense of confusion --what does 'acquisition of an experiment' mean?-- before the said personthing --maybe an assistant?-- quickly disappeared off from his view.
"Ne," a hand absently rose to touch the burningtingling streaks left by Zanis' kisstonguelipsteethsomethinggood on his neck, the aftermath remnant of feelingsensation still warmhot enough to turn his fingers faintlightpink as Butter glancedwatched the other's form. "Were they talking about me?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 12:11 am
"But that's not true, is it?"
The tanned assistant gave a slight flinch --only a littletinyone that was hardly at all visible unless you had been looking closely-- at the words, a vague panic sort of somethingnothing settling over his body like a very fine, very cold layer of snowicecoldthings and no, that wasn't right that was wrong Tea was fine so Zix shouldn'tcouldn't ask about it because.. because Tea was fine and therefore heZix should not ask it no.
Because Tea wasn't sure if he could say he was fine with a straight face again.
It was just too much, he was still wavering still.. still bad and why couldn't Zix just not talk to him at all because it was just too wobbly everything was so wrong at the moment and he could just be silent for just one minute until.. until Tea was all better again but no, Zix just couldn't wait to annoy him and it was just so...
His words died in his throat as Tea dimly --strange, everything seemed kindofmaybe fuzzy all of a sudden-- registered a cacophony of random noises that slowly trickled down and re-formed and re-shaped into-- oh, that was Zix's voice. Okay..
Wait.
"--Are you calling me crazy?" Tea slowed his pace slightly --nonononono have to run run away-- and looked back at the necromancer behind, completely ignoring the whole 'tomorrow' thing-- Really, it was so blindingly obvious and Tea wasn't deaf you know; he could hear just perfectly fine and Zix could have said that a bit quieter if he was talking to himself.
Besides, it wasn't like Tea had any reason to go back to.. to see the necromancer, right? Because he had his own jobs to do, and no doubt --maybe-- that Zix also had his, and he shouldn't even be inviting Tea down to the morgue --if that counted as inviting-- when they didn't have anything in common and besides, Tea knew that Zix knew that Tea hated him, so why was he even bothering?
Tea merely crossed his arms and shot Zix a sort of half-brittle sort of glarenotreally, wishing --yet again, but this time in a sort of half-conscious way-- that his glare was a dagger. Or lazer beam. Or better, if he was just a pyrokynetic or something.. you know.. those people that can just set fire to things with their minds.. That would be good. Especially if used against annoying people. Zix would be right there on the top of the list. "Besides, if I really had some sort of mental problem, I wouldn't be 'blathering out my problems' to you."
Because if he was, he would just quietly quietly lock himself up in a voluntary confinement in an asylum.
Or maybe he could finally snap and.. and get rid of all the annoying annoying people before going to a voluntary confinement in an asylum.
..Wait, maybe that won't be really voluntary in that case...
"But maybe if I pleaded mentally disturbed case..." The assistant muttered to himself, his attention slipping slightly from glaring at Zix to contemplate the possibility of any sort of voluntary entry --because really, he at least should not suffer the indignity of being forced into an asylum; that just didn't look so good in future family recollections-- that he quite quite failed to notice the--
"Who the <********> would put a flamingo in the bloody hallway?!" A few more choice words --and some not quite choice words; his mother would not have approved-- followed concerting the said person's possible genealogy and association with some certain unsavory animals before Tea calmed down somewhat, turning a now completely annoyeddarkannoyed gaze on the necromancer. Wait, didn't he say something about his flamingoes..? "You.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:52 am
“Ah, but isn’t everyone a little bit crazy? I’m crazy, you’re crazy, we’re all crazy and isn’t it fun?” Oh, that could be really fun, if they were all bonkers. Then it would be fun. Just…just insane people running around doing insane sorts of things and it would be fun. Funfunfun.
Shame about the whole flinching things, yes it was, because that meant that Tea still wasn’t quite as well as he should be. And yes, Zix was in fact watching that closely. One, because Tea was really pretty --or was it handsome? Did guys rather be called handsome?-- and two because he was worried on some inner level he would in no way divulge to Tea ever because really, much as he wanted normal snappy Tea back he did not want to be hurt or harmed in any way possible for being worried. And Tea --normal Tea, at least-- seemed very likely to do such a thing if he knew Zix was worried.
And…and the notquitea glare was worrying too, but not as much as the flinch because at least Tea was trying to be snappy-glare-at-Zix Tea again. So that was good. But he wasn’t quite there yet. Just a little more push in that direction and he would be fine again.
Shame, really, though, that Tea didn’t say anything about coming over tomorrow. Well, other than the whole, ‘I-won’t-talk-about-my-mental-problems-to-you’ thing. It was a shame. Zix could have made…coffee sludge. And probably found some sort of stale crackers or something and it could have been nice. Just a little sort of random get-together, though why exactly Tea would want to get-together with Zix was beyond his knowledge. But he’d figure out the why later. The when where and how came first.
Hey, a man could dream, right?
Plu--
A stream of hefty curses --and rather…imaginative bits of animals and body parts-- broke whatever train of thought Zix was currently running down --probably for the better; it didn’t seem the safest train to be riding while Tea was around-- and he glanced over at the curser, who was…
“Yes!” The type of exclamation that would have lots of little hearts and happy squigglies around it. Because Tea was back! And there was that horrible portent-of-doom glare we all know and love so well! And it was aimed at Zix just like it should be--it was aimed at Zix…
Ah.
That was something he overlooked in his Get-Snappy-Tea-Back plan.
All the hostile glaring. At him.
But it was still a good sign. Showed that Tea had come back to how he was supposed to be and it was just good. So so so very good because badsadflinchyshakey Tea was just not good but Tea was back to snappyglaringhateZix Tea so that was good. So…maybe the glaring could…perhaps…be overlooked as a good thing maybepossibly?
“This is Michi!” he said happily, pointing to the pink flamingo with what he had free --mainly his head. “And the other one down the hall is Chima. They’re twins.” It had been a two-for-one sale at the store, how could he pass that deal up? He had needed two of them anyway.
“They make sure I don’t get lost,” he added as an afterthought, seeming quite oblivious to the veryverydark glare Tea was sending his way. “They don’t do a very good job of it, though. It might very possibly be because they are made of plastic. Plastic isn’t very good for keeping people from getting lost.”
Wait a minute…damn! That meant that the morgue was right down the hall --between the two flamingoes-- and Tea had done his job and wasn’t going to stay anymore and that was bad.
Quick, Zix’s useless brain, think of some way to keep Tea here!
“Would you like some sludge?” Oh, yeah, smooth. Now elaborate so he doesn’t think you’re a total freak. Any more than he already does, at least. “Well, we think it might have used to be coffee, but now it’s taken on the appearance more of mud and the consistency of goop. But it tastes pretty good anyway. I mean, you don’t want to barf or anything after drinking it.” At least, Zix hadn’t wanted to. But Zix perhaps wasn’t the best example because really, Zix had a stomach of iron.
But…but he really didn’t want Tea to vanish forever so he had to offer something. And sludge-that-used-to-be-coffee was the only thing he ever had ready on hand to eat at a moments notice.
Well, other than his boots. But Zix had a feeling Tea wouldn’t want to eat his boots.
Boots were a last resort, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:54 am
It was re-confirmed.
Butter was perfectbeautifullovely and somehow just everything that Zanis had ever imagined the perfect doll-figure-person would ever be.
Zanis hadn’t actually just stepped back and looked since that initial stabbing. They’d been too close for an actual proper viewing. But…but now he could because they’d somehow separated --a fact which part of him greatly disliked-- so now he could just look. And looking only showed him exactly how prettyperfectwonderful Butter looked right this very second, all convered in brightredpink streaks but everywhere else was so pale, and it was everything so perfect that for a moment Zanis was almost at a loss for words; and that never happened.
“Ah…” Somehow Butter’s words filtered through whatever drugged haze he was currently sitting in --maybe because it was Butter’s words-- and the snake just shook his head slightly and snapped out of it. “No. Yes. Only partly.” Sighing, he shut the door, sending one last glare down the hall after the nerdy assistant guy, before turning back to the table. And, of course, Butter --prettyprettypretty-- who was on the table.
“They want me to spend the rest of my life buried in paperwork,” he added, more because he fully believed it was true than because he felt Butter really needed to know. After all, why would Butter care, right? Butter wasn’t a doctor, so he really didn’t need to worry about paperwork.
“I usually just shred the forms they send me,” Zanis mumbled, gliding back over to the table and perching lightly on the edge. He gentlycarefullysmoothly slid his fingers through the coarsedarkhair, watching with rapt fascination the strands sliding over his fingers --not nearly as smoothly as his own hair slid over Butter’s fingers, but still sliding in its own right. Butter’s hair was just…lovely, like everything else about Butter was.
The familiarly unfamiliar burn rose up in his throat again, and almost subconsciously he drew his hand back, in no way wanting to burn doing it quite without meaning to. It was…he liked touchingwatchingkissing Butter, liked Butter --at least, he was pretty sure this might be liking; he’d have to confirm that later-- and he didn’t want to pull away from Butter. It hurt, kind of not really, just sort of ached somewhere in his chest when he wasn’t by Butter, but it burned[/] when he was by Butter --why? It hadn’t burned before-- and he couldn’t tell Zanis couldn’t figure out if he would rather ache but not be by Butter or if he wanted t burn inside but be with Butter.
But…he wanted…wanted to…
It was so strange, he realized all of a sudden. It had been so long since he’d wanted anything beyond sheer possessiveness. So long since he’d actually craved something more than just collectable people. So long…and here he was, with Butter, and he suddenly realized that he was, he wanted something and it wasn’t just possessiveness because --well, there was that but it was a different sort of possessiveness from normal-- because Butter was different than most anythinganyone he wanted so the feelings for Butter would be different, it would just make sense that they were different.
So if they were different these feelingswants for Butter…then…then he had to…try and ignore the burning sort of feeling somehow, right? Because Zanis wasn’t so sure that if he pulled away now Butter wouldn’t just go no matter what he said so Zanis…Zanis had to just reach out and…
He wanted Butter…
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:25 pm
Elis had never thought seriously about how scary some people found getting piercings. They were just holes, and god knew they had plenty holes in their bodies already --without sounding too crude-- for them to mind getting a few more. Besides, he had gotten plenty of sharp things sticking into him, after years, no, decades of living among other fellow violently strong wyverns and yet another few decades in Metamorphoses, where they kept sticking him with annoying little needles that seemed so little and tiny and just so insignificant but they knocked you out for a few days and when you wake up they had done--
No, bad thoughts. That train of thought was headed right down to the Gloom and Doom and DepressionAngstAngerSomething, and.. and Elis didn't like being angry because a/ if he got angry he might want to chomp things, and if that happened then they would surely try to lock him up again and he only just got out of confinement what.. a few months ago?
Besides, Elis really didn't want to chomp either Chou or Armand. That would be baaaad, and not just because he had known Armand for years and years and not just because Chou was shiny.
It would just be.. be bad.
His attention was diverged, however --thankfully-- by the half-huggingsomethingness that Chou just did.
And it felt.. it felt nice. Because Chou was all shiny and pink and covered in glitter and Elis was covered in glitter too and now they were huggingsomethingness and it was all a giant mound of glittersortofhug and it was shiny so it was good.
Besides, Chou felt warm.
Elis smiled slightly when they had to break apart --stupid Armand always ruining niceshinyglitteryhugs-- swinging their clasped hands together and humming. "Good. I don't think even Armand-kun can.. could have lifted that mound of glitter anyway."
"Nonsense." The redhead grinned easily, green eyes flickering from the two tightly-clasped shiny glitter-covered hands before sweeping his gaze across to Chou again. "I could have lifted that thing just fine."
"But alas, unfortunately, you cannot prove it to us. For the said glitter is now all over myself. And Chou." A pause, and a look around the corridor was given before the reptilian corrected. "And the floor. And the walls. And--" That's when Chou's voice broke through the mindless droning that his voice was turning into, and Elis blinked, brows furrowing slightly as he echoed the pink experiment's words. "'Yamagawa-sama'..?"
"Haai," Yamagawa cut in hurriedly, shooting a half-glare at the green wyvern who raised a skeptical eyebrow back; he should.. he should explain. But later. Later, when.. when Yamagawa and Elis could talk in peace and not get disturbed by random assistants barging in and/or anything else. Besides, theyhe had more more important things, like.. like Kiba.
Because he had to go back to Kiba because.. because he had promised and.. and Yamagawa knew Elis like Elis knew Yamagawa and they both knew that Elis would would take care of Chou take care of him and stayed out of trouble, but there were some things that only a doctor could do and Yamagawa had to go back to Kiba because it hurthurthurthurt the sort of coldemptyfeeling and.. and he wanted wantedneeded to go back but he had promised to helpkeep Chou-chan out of any danger and that was a problem hopefully better resolved with..
"ID tag tells the doctors that you are properly registered." Elis shrugged, his own tag catching the light and shining for a second before merely gleaming dully again amidst the dark locks of hair. "Uhh.. Something about knowing what room you're in, and your number so that your records are kept in the.. the files, something like that." He had never really paid attention; they came, they stuck something shiny on him, and they had left. And that had been close to a century ago. Of course, he had gotten new tags since then, because the old ones tended to rust after every decade or so, but.. but it was so shiny and shiny things were awesome even though.. even though he didn't really like belonging here, so to speak..
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:52 pm
Strange, Tea just didn't feel so annoyed.
Well, not as much as he would have before if Zix had called him --because he so had, just now, Zix had called him--as crazy as he was. Well thank you. Tea really did appreciate being called a crazy hoot by someone he had barely met only a few hours ago, it really raises his self-esteem, you know.
Especially if it came from Zix, of course.
But.. but he knew something was wrong because he wasn't as annoyed as he so obviously should have been because.. well, because it was Zix and it was he was calling Tea crazy and.. and and it was it was Zix so Tea should be feeling annoyedangrymurderous because everything Zix did annoyed Tea, right?
"Yes!"
"..." If that was possible, his glare got even darker, like.. like 'I'll jump you and eat you and not in a good way either and do bad bad things involving a few carving knives' sort of dark look, and really, you could have boiled up and evaporated en entire lake with it. It was one of those looks that spoke volumes about just what the said person glaring thought of the person being glared at, and it was nothing but pleasant.
In fact, Tea didn't think it would be pleasant for anyone at all.
Unless they were a masochist.
But maybe Zix wasn't, because.. just because. And Tea so sosososovery wanted to hurt Zix at the moment.
Even though.. even though he really couldn't bring himself to. Not at the moment. For some strange sort of internal restraint that held him back, or something.
Still, there were plenty of time, right? It wasn't like Zix was going to go away anytime soon, right? Because a/ Zix had just come to here --or at least, it hadn't been that long-- and b/ Zix had that.. that personthingDeathdoctorthingperson here too and I'm sure they will have plenty of things to do together and stop thinking about it.
"..Michi." Tea raised a slender eyebrow quietly, shifting his gazeglaredeathdeathpaindeathdeath down at the floor where the said flamingo currently rested on quite innocently. Innocent. And blinding pink. Because blinding pink was so innocent. The dark eyes flickered up to meet Zanis', have to kill hide the body can't..! "..twins."
His leg still hurt.
In fact, his head still hurt too. And looking at the blinding pink hotpinkness of the flamingo didn't really exactly help either.
Stupid birds.
The tanned assistant sighed to himself and bent down to pick.. Michi... up by its plastic neck --pity it wasn't a real one-- examining it for any damage hastily --why did he care if it was broken anyway?-- before lodging it firmly in its place in the corner once again. "I said I'll get you a map." A pause. "If you wanted."
Whywhywhywhywhy did Tea ask if Zix wanted a map why? Because Tea had never asked people. They asked him. And sometimes he just gave them the map, because he didn't care and they didn't care and it was none of anyone's business if the maps were needed or not because.. just just because. And Tea had never ever asked if anyone wanted a map. It was always 'I'll get you a map' and that was it. You got the map. And if you don't want it, fine. Throw it away. If you wanted it, then you had it.
Now quite, quite distracted by the random thoughts and broken words running through his head --okay, now everything was mixedjumbled up together; hell, he might start talking in Italian instead of English and not realize it-- Tea merely shrugged, a hand absently going for the pocket for the bottle of aspirin. "Not unless you have sugar to go with it. And milk." Somehow, he quite doubted the presence of any of those in the necromancer's.. what was it? Zix didn't live in the morgue, did he? Because why would he? How?
"But if you have some water.." Because really, all Tea now wanted was just to take the pills and go to bed. And miss out dinner. And probably the lunch, if he could help it. He didn't want to face any of the lunch ladies. Or most of the people working here.
Hell. He should really go shopping for those food..
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:22 pm
Forms..?
Ah yes. There were a lot of them around here, wasn't there?
Because Butter had seen always had seen so many people running past with armfuls stackspiles piles of them, and it was so strange because why did they feel the need to write down everything on pieces of paper that barely lasted a decade unless you stored them properly?
Because Butter had found some, in his room, and they had just broken into tiny little rotten white fragments as soon as he touched them and he didn't quite know what it was --because they just didn't seem that important, all lying in the desk drawer and all instead of someplace else with lots more other papers-- and now he couldn't even find out because thepapersit had all broken and.. and yes.
"But they don't last." The zombie murmured, half-closed palepalewhite eyes watching Zanis watching Zanis' movements all flowinggracefulnice from under the dark eyelashes, as he watched the dark snake walk back towards the table and perch himself on the edge of the table again. "Why paper, why.."
But maybe..
Butter blinked slowly and just leant in slightly ever so little towardsagainst the softcarefulgentle touches of Zanis' fingers through his hair, letting go of the half-formed words behind his lips --they were all but forgotten anyway--, head tilting just so and it felt kindofmaybe good, at least.. at least not bad, and.. and anythingeverything that didn't hurt were good and Zanis was good and.. and so this strangeweirdZanisfeelingthing must be good too. Simply because it was Zanis who was doing it, and.. and nobody else had ever touched Butter quite like this before..
The eyes opened again at the pleasantnewsomethingfeel of Zanis' fingers moving away from his hair away and whywhywhywhywhy weirdsomethingnothing yet again flickering inside the palepaledeadblankness once more somethingsomethingdon't go away..!!
Almost unconsciously --in fact, it was even before Butter had realized that he had-- the zombie reached out, the weight of his torso resting on one elbow while the other hand gentlysoftly hovered just around just before Zanis' hand, not quite touching, but not quite.. not quite nothing either. His eyes flickered again up to the doctor's face, seemingly searching for something maybesomething maybenothing and Butter.. he.. he didn't want.. "..Don't go."
Because Zanis couldn't go. He had said he wouldn't go, he had said he had said Butter didn't have to go if he didn't want to, he could stay as much as long as he liked Zanis wouldn't stop Butter and.. and and it was so right so obvious that Butter would stay because really, where else could he possibly go? Because no one nobody else wantedneededused him anymore and.. and and it was only Zanis always Zanis just Zanis and..
And if Zanis went away then.. then it would be.. Butter would be even more useless than he already had been because.. because now even Zanis didn't want him anymore, and.. and Butter didn't want to have to go away...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:28 pm
Yes, it was good that there was a necklace alternative to the taggy eye-dee thing. Because Chou didn’t like needle, needles were bad pokingprickingsticking was bad they did it overandoverandover and it hurt so he never wanted more needles never ever ever again. So it wass good that there would be a necklace, because that meant no more needles. And while the prettyshinytag looked fine in Elis’ hairears, Chou liked his ears without holes so it would be much better if there were just no holes in his ears. Other than the normal holes that were supposed to be there. If he didn’t have his normal ear holes, how would he hear?
Not that hearing right now was a problem. He totally heard the random vague conversation thing Elis was having with Yamagawa-sama --they were right here-- and despite what Yamagawa-sama said, Chou found it a little doubtful himself that Yamagawa-sama could have carried heavybigbigbighugemongous pile of glitter back to Elis’ room. It was just so big.
And now that that was decided --Chou was going back to Elis’ room to make more glitter, why were they even having a who-could-carry-bigbigbig-pile talk?-- Chou really should listen to what Elis was saying for his question…
The faerie’s bright expression faltered eversoslightly as Elis went and rattled off what was actually on the tags.
Files were bad. Files were like needles, pokeyprickyjabby and they watched you and they were just bad. Room number might not be so bad if Chou had a room number, but he didn’t so that was bad. And…and then there was the…
“Number,” he repeated flatly, biting at his lip. He didn’t like havingbeing a number. He was Chou. Why did he need a number? Other people didn’t need a number. Master-sama hadn’t needed a number, and…and Yamagawa-sama and Kiba-san hadn’t had taggyshiny things so he assumed they didn’t need numbers so why did Chou need a number? Numbers were so…so…
Dead. And…and flat. There wasn’t any happybrightwarmth behind numbers, not like names which were happybrightwarmth. So why was it so important for people ChouElis people to have numbers? They just…they weren’t good.
“Haa…Chou already has a number,” he mumbled to his boots. “So…so can we…not go? I don’t really want another one…” Because one number was impersonal enough. Two numbers would just start to suck away at Chou’s Chouness, and then Chou wouldn’t be Chou anymore, he would just be a number and it would be bad. If Chou wasn’t Chou anymore then who was he?
Still nibbling at his lip, he absently began playing with the hem of his shirttopleatherlacedthing with his free hand, other hand still clutchingclinging Elis’ because Elis made him feel safe. He didn’t know why, exactly, but Elis was a good sort of feeling, which was just good. And if was safe and warm and good and maybe it was just because Elis was a good person too but it was different different from the safe he felt with Yamagawa-sama.
Just…different.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 6:31 am
Ah. Yes. That was definitely not a good glare. No, not in any way any sort of pleasant. It was a horrible glare bespeaking of horrible things that were going to happen and Tea would enjoy doing them to Zix. And there was no doubt that there were sharp pointy things implied in that glares. Lots of sharp pointy things. So many that he might look like a pincushion afterwards.
Let’s see…why had he wanted this Tea back again…?
At the time, it had definitely been a very important reason. Right now, however, under the force of that very dark glare Tea was sending him, the reason was not so very clear or important and make the glaring stop, yes?
“Ha~ai! Twins! I adopted them on the same day.” Not really adopted them --they were plastic flamingoes, how the hell could a person adopt them?-- but he had to say that because…because it was fun and his office wandered off and he ate his boots and it didn’t make sense so he had to say it and bully for Tea if he didn’t like it.
Because saying random stupid nonsensical things meant that the depressedbadthingthoughts were pushed away, and that was the only goal he had in life --well, that and not starving overnight-- until he could find a way to just get rid of the feelings once and for all. And okay, so Tea thought him a freak because he adopted lawn ornaments.
Better than Tea giving him those funny inquisitive sorts of looks when the bad thoughts surfaced and danced across his face.
He would much rather have Tea think him an idiot --more than Tea already thought he was-- than have Tea look at him like that.
“Yup! Michi!” Happily, Zix reached over, patting the flamingo’s head like a dog. “Michi gets walked into a lot more. Chima --ah, Chima’s down the hall that-a-way-- Chima has a sharper beak and people don’t walk into Chima as much.” Okay, the real reason was because Chima’s end of the hall was traversed even less than Michi’s end of the hall was, but making Chima have a sharper beak --even if only in his head-- made the story so much more exciting and tore down on the blatently obvious fact that no one visited.
Because no one cared…
What did he say about depressing thoughts? Lock them away and toss the key to metal-eating piranha fish so it can never be returned and those feelings can never come back out. He was happy now, and there was no need to be bogged down by feelings that were sadbaddarkdirtydepressed anymore. He’d given those sort of feelings up like a priest gave up sex and booze. So he had to abide by that.
Thank god his face didn’t flicker that time, though. He didn’t really wantneed Tea’s questioning sort of looks right now. He just needed to get better and feed his birds and stop thinking bad things.
A map…?
“I would actually much rather have Tea lead me around than have a map…”
It took a second for Zix to realize that he had actually said that aloud. Another moment passed before it really sunk in and images of his imminent and rather immediate doom followed.
So…take a step down the hall just out of arms’ reach and distract Tea from thoughts of violence with…with food.
“I’m not so sure about sugar, but I’ve got pixie stixs. Those count, right? Aren’t those pure sugar?”
Another wary step. Follow, Tea, follow and have coffesludge and be happy not going to kill Zix…
“And I could probably get milk. Later. Tomorrow. We don’t have any right now. And I know we don’t have any water, but if you want I could melt some ice, and if you downed it fast enough it might not freeze.”
Thus the downfalls of living in a morgue and a zombie house. Unless the front door was kept propped wiiiiiiiiiiiiiide open and it was a relatively hot muggy sort of day outside --quite unlike today-- temperatures were never above freezing. And when Zix turned the coffee machine on, it was rare that there wasn’t a dead guy complaining about ‘back in the day, we never had to deal with people turning on hot things in the cold.’
But they could just deal. The morgue had, like, six rooms anyway, so if they didn’t want to be in the front room --which would soon be warmed up, Zix could only take so much of living-in-freezing-temperatures-- they could just retreat to one of the other rooms.
So there was that bonus. Sure, it was lonely and empty and cold as a witch’s tit, but at least his rooms were huge. Unless they slept in an office or lab area, there probably weren’t too many people who could say that. And okay, so he did share his rooms with a bunch of frozen and/or reanimated dead guys, but it still counted as his rooms, right?
Yes, yes it did. He said so.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:39 pm
"So…so can we…not go? I don’t really want another one..."
Elis shared a quick sort of somethingnothing look with the redhead, the look passing between them with a flick of eyes, a shared glance, but going in a flash just as quickly as it came.
The reptilian shrugged softly, reaching up to brush a few flakes of glitter from his eyelashes. Because.. because glitter was pretty and shiny and rainbowsilver and good, it wasn't so good when.. when they were sticking right there on his eyelashes because they might go into his eye and as much as the idea of having shinyglittereyes appealed to the wyvern --a little.. fine, a lot sovery appealing-- he couldn't help thinking that maybe it could hurt. That, and playing hell with his vision every time he opened his eyes or something.
And.. and didn't peoplehumans cry when something got into their eyes? And.. and Elis hadn't really needed to hadn't really cried at all but.. but he was in his human form and.. and that meant that maybe he could cry if the glittershiny flakes went in his eyes, and.. and that would just be bad.
Blinking thoughtfully, Elis broke out of the randomrandomstrange thoughts and grinned slightly as he looked down at Chou. "Swaa, you do?" Flick of eyes at Armand, and another squeezeswaying of the interlocked hands.
Haaai. Yes. He did catch that frantic 'do-something-Armand-I'm-lost' look. And besides, he..
Yamagawa shot a slight glancelookthing at Chou from the corner of his eyes, as he seemingly absently obliviously dusted his hands free of glitter, searching down the either side of the hallway for any other.. unexpected encounters. His tactic --however stupid the word sounded on that kind of thing-- of scaring away assistants could only work oh so many times.
Okay. They should.. They should keep waaay clear of that subject.
Somehow, somehow, Elis.. Elis didn't didn't like the expression on Chou's face. Or rather, the lack of one because Chou had dropped his gaze and didn't dropping gaze to look at the floor mean bad things? Yes, yes it did. It meant that they were either sad or.. or scared or guilty or.. or or something something bad and Elis didn't he didn't want Chou to look bad at all no.
Elis didn't want that bad expression droppinggazethingsomethingbad on Chou's face. Somehow. But he knew he didn't, and Elis always knew what he wanted and it was usually right[/I, what he wanted, so.. so this time it would be good too, right?
So.. so they had to just.. just not talk about.. about IDs or numbers or tags or anything because that was what made Chou sadbadnotsparkly and.. and not sparkly Chou was bad. Not badbad, but.. but wrongbad strangebad and.. and it wasn't good.
The redhead cleared his throat slightly, the familiar normal smile flashing without any hint of wavering or any sort of panicworrydifferentsomething'swrongfeelingbadfeel out of the doctor's face. "In that case, it would be.. it would be better if you could just be with Elis until I get that necklace made."
"Hai. And you only need one number, Chou. Ne, Armand?" The reptilian gently reached out and took hold of the other fidgetingfingering hand of the pink faerie, eyes curving up into a happy sort of smilegrin and the somethingnothingbadbadbadno flicker inside the jade depths going unnoticed. "So if you already have a number, then you don't need any more."
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