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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:54 pm
"Okay then, I'd really like that. Thanks."
Micajah had probably absolutely no idea about whatever it was that he was doing to Weiyuan, making the boy think things and all, and he merely smiled brightly with a faint blush of happiness on his cheeks. This was so much fun, to have someone else that wasn't overbearing to be around.
He couldn't remember now why he'd though Weiyuan was so creepy before, the guy was alright. Not to mention really friendly and caring, not wanting Mica to have to go out alone into the crowds of angry mall people. It was almost like he'd forgotten entirely the incident that caused them to be stuck together like this, not to mention the whole OMG syndrome from the Halloween Party.
"I think I'll try these ones on, this turtleneck and that button-up shirt. I need nicer clothes too if I'm going to be moving up the ranks, I can't keep wearing what I already am."
Micajah took what he had in his arms towards the dressing room and looked back at Weiyuan, who was still holding on to his hand. Ugh? did he want something?
"Did you want to go in with me, or wait out here? I mean, I'm fine either way so I can have someone hold my robe and shirt for me while I change. I really hate dropping nice things onto the ground."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:22 pm
Weiyuan allowed himself to be lead around. Somewhat paying attention. Though most of his mind was busy trying to combat the dirty thoughts. No. Bad! Horny Wei needs to go die!!! Unfortunately the more he wanted the images to be gone the more lucid they became.
The more lucid they became the tighter his pants felt.
No! Horrible bad. He was not going to pounce Micajah!
"...what?" Go in....? His mind slowly caught up to the present and quickly he released the other's hand, grasping it behind him tightly. "I-I'll stay out here. Maybe find some nicer things that will really bring out your beau-....features." Features. Right. Smooth.
The brunette quickly turned to just go do that. Anything to get his mind off the thought of extra pieces of skin. Damn, and things were going well. No. Micajah was a friend. Despite him being one damn perverted douche, Wei didn't much have any deep emotional connections to the blonde. No, they were friends.
He wasn't going to screw this one up.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:34 pm
"Well, okay then. I probably won't look good in anything that's bright though, since I have blond hair. The darker colors tend to suit me better because I'm pale too, for some reason."
Mica shrugged his robe off and hung it inside the dressing room before he started yanking his top shirt off as well, finally having to give in and take his hair down. While it made him sad to do so he couldn't very well put another shirt on over the sticks and the bun, so he let his hair rest against his shoulders.
The first shirt he tried on was the burgundy turtleneck, and while he licked how long the sleeves where on his arms, but they way it hung about his torso made him look like an underfed child at a camp or something. With his pale hair and skin it only made it even more so, and he sighed as he yanked it off and folded it back neatly. He then moved on to the button up shirt, finding that it was a small, and he slipped his frame into it and found that it clung quite nicely. He could move his arms freely and not have to worry, about anything, and as the sleeve stopped just right above his elbow he found himself liking the style.
"Oi, Weiyuan. Can you check for me and see if they have this turtleneck in a small? The medium is too big."
Micajah opened the door to the dressing room, uncaring that the shirt he wore was only half buttoned. He still didn't know what was going on in Weiyuan's mind, not that he would care even if he did have a faint idea.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:55 pm
Wei had some shirts in his arms. Keeping mind that so far Micajah preferred to cover his neck....damn thoughts again...and dark colors. He played with the fabric of a navy shirt. The front was plain but the back had a white design of an attempted emasculated butterfly on the left shoulder. Huh...he never saw this one before.
The brunette looked up at hearing his name and his eyes widened. Skin. He was seeing a delicious patch of skin. OH. MY. GOD. Pants tight. Heart rate up. Temperature up. And he was sure he was blushing. "Uh yeah!" He dashed to the section where those turtlenecks wear and quickly dug through the pile for the last small there. With great speed he went over to Micajah, turned the boy around, thrust him back into the room with the two shirts in room and quickly shut the door.
Damn.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:05 pm
"Eh?!"
Micajah contacted with the back wall to the dressing room as Weiyuan shoved him in there, and the teen t'sked as he rubbed the sore spot on his elbow from impact. He moved his hand up to rub his head too, the sudden motion reminding him that he still did have a headache from hitting his face into the floor earlier. He could recall he did it because of something he'd seen Weiyuan doing with another man, but that didn't seem to bother him at all still, for some reason or another.
Maybe it was because Micajah assumed that Weiyuan was always the bottom? And if his extremely vague knowledge on homosexual males was correct, didn't bottoms only want tops? Bottoms didn't go after other normal people, right? It seemed like a good enough excuse/reason to him, and he took the shirt he was wearing off before sliding the turtleneck on. It fight nicely, the small did, and Micajah gave it and the buttoned up shirt a nod of approval before he touched the one that had the butterfly on it.
"Oh!"
His fingers traced the design before he slid it on over his shoulders, pulling his hair out from the collar and clipping it back quickly. He looked himself over, giving a small turn even, before he reopened the door to step out.
"How's this?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:23 pm
 Wei sighed, going back over to the collared shirts. He laid his heated forehead on the cool bar. God. Bad. He really needed to train his self control better.
Which meant spending more time in the Mall.
But if he was going to do this every time Micajah did something appealing...oh he knew it wasn't going too go well. But to more pressing tight matters. What could cool him down? Quick.
Pi.
3.141592653589793238....yeah...that worked.
He let out a breath and then he looked up at the voice. Oh... The brunette straightened his posture, smiling. "You look amazing." No lie. He looked down at the rack, noticing a plain purple shirt, the same color as his hairpins. Wei grabbed a white collared button-down before heading over to the boy. "And these would look great with your butterflies. All you'd need to complete the look are jeans....and maybe a red pendent."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:31 pm
"You say that, but I think I'll still look like a kid in whatever I wear. My Father told me I looked like a vagrant young woman with the way I dressed, even though I didn't think it was all that bad."
Micajah took the clothing offered to him and started back towards the dressing room, looking at the different shirts. He did like the purple, and he did need more buttons ups, but. . . this was getting pricey. He'd just try them on and the narrow it down from there. No harm no foul, right?
"I don't know what pants I wear either, they were all purchased for me. Seriously, the more I think about it the more I know I don't pay enough attention to myself and what I need."
He shifted the clothing in his arms and stopped, pulling out the waistband of his bands to check and see if he could see a size tag. It was located right int he small of his back, where he couldn't stretch himself around enough to see, and he signed as he turned back with a blush and an apologetic smile towards Weiyuan.
"Sorry, you mind checking? It's just faster to do it this way than to have me walk into the dressing room again, take my pants off, check, then put them back on, you know?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:48 pm
Wei leaned against the wall next to the door. That was enough for now. He really didn't want to get all...flamboyant-like on Micajah. He was absolutely not a girl like that. The brunette chuckled listening to the blonde prattle on about the things he didn't know. Well now he was learning at least. He turned at hearing the door open again, the light smile on his face.
Which then promptly fell. Multiple curses wafted through his head before he nodded and pushed himself off the wall. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this. They were shopping and being concerned about their image. Just like 'best girlfriends' or whatever. So all he had to do was pretend that they both had boobs and a v****a.
He took in a breath, attempting his best to pretend that this wasn't at all a bit sexual. He went behind the blonde, pulling at the other's pants and looking at the tag. Just the tag. Not the possible glimpses of the other's a** or that sweet little curve in the other's back.
Oh wait knowing that meant he looked. He let go of the other, mumbling the blonde's size to him before going back to leaning against the wall. "I'm sure any you have will go just fine with those, anyhow." Now that was smooth. No sarcasm. Because really he wanted to just get on his knees and assault that area. But he controlled himself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:57 pm
"Thanks. It helps to know, for when I try to make some of my own in the future. I can remember my waist, but never the length that comes with it. Having long legs isn't what it's cracked up to be, but you're taller then me so you should know what I mean."
Micajah thanked Weiyuan before he ducked back inside the dressing room booth, quickly trying on the different shirts before he finally settled on at least three that he would get. God Bless Grandmother for giving him more money then he thought he'd ever need, because these clothes were pricey. Still, he did need more, he couldn't always keep wearing the same things, and as he slid his normal shirt back onto his body and put his robe on he wondered about what to do next.
He really had to thank Weiyuan for helping him out like this, what with caring for his head (even though he was 75% the cause of that) and even getting him some cute hair accessories. The other had gone through the trouble of helping him pick out clothing too, and they weren't even that close to one another in terms of friendships.
Slowly he opened the door and turned to look at the older teen male, a grin on his face. This had been so much fun.
"You know, you've been really kind to me today despite everything I may or may not have stirred up around here...and I'd like to repay that kindness. Is there anything I can possible do for you? Anything at all, you name it and I will comply."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:25 pm
Make clothes? Well, that's something interesting. But making things wasn't his forte. He wasn't much of a creative soul, his sketches excluded. Give him formulas and recipes and he was good.
He turned to the blonde as he re-emerged from the tort- dressing room. He smiled, taking the smaller boy's hand once again. "You can repay me by helping me save the world." Meaning he wanted nothing at all.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:31 pm
"Pfft-"
Micajah's lips pursed together as he fought back a snort, his free handing moving to cover his mouth as he tried to hard not to laugh right in Weiyuan's face. His eyes grew brighter as his shoulders shook slight with the choked laughter, and he could only squeeze the hand that was holding on to his gently but firmly. It took him a few moments to regain himself, and once he did he could onyl smile gently and nod his head.
"That's what I'm already here for, right? To stand by your side and save the world with you? We're all here for that reason, even those of us who seem more prone to actually destroying it."
His cheeks turned pink after he finished speaking, and he lowered his gaze.
"Sorry if...I offended you or anything with my laughing. I just...never expected an answer like that."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:53 pm
The brunette blinked, thinking about what was so funny about that. He wasn't sure but instead he took it light-heartedly. Micajah probably couldn't even be all that mean even if he wanted to. He's had worse.
He shook his head and tugged the blonde boy along. "Like you could possibly offend. Hahaha. I laugh at the impossibility." Slight teasing of course. "Want me to put your hair back into the bun?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 3:18 pm
"If you want. I really liked how it looked when you did my hair and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail later on if I were to try and recreate it on my own. I just finally mastered braiding a little while ago."
Micajah grinned and ran his fingers through his hair as he pulled out the little bob he'd done, taking care to shake it all loose as well. Looking at Weiyuan Micajah wasn't sure how long the other teen's hair was, being that he was a poor judge of anything regarding living body features, but he assumed it had to be a nice length as well.
"Perhaps sometime I could do your hair for you as well?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 4:17 pm
Wei smiled, taking his place behind Micajah. Once more he fixed the other's hair. Though, admittedly, he took longer than he had before. Mica's hair was fine, just enough needed to pull this style off. He himself had been blessed with classic Chinese silk tresses, though the deviation of color came from his blood father, he supposed. He carefully placed the pins back into place before once more smoothing the other's bangs to one side, securing it with the pin.
"Well Micafly, I have been thinking about trying something new. I've never had my hair braided." Micafly? Where did that come from? He didn't know but the new nickname did seem to suit the blonde. Again he took his companion's hand, leading him to the counter. Unfortunately the 'bodyguard' wasn't there. Instead he faced an angry-faced Marcus. Guess he saw.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 4:40 pm
Micjah's face broke into a smile as he heard a new nickname of sorts come from Weiyuan, and he squealed (inside his mind) like a girl at the fact people were addressing him as something other than just his name. It meant he was getting closer to them, and that was always a good thing.
He probably wouldn't give Weiyuan a nickname back, as that would be unprofessional.
"I'll braid your hair for you then, and we can try different styles. It's such a pretty color and it bet it looks nice when wet."
He continued to chatter until they did approach the desk, and he grew silent as he watched Marcus stare him down when he laid his purchases-to-be on the counter. Man, the jealousy and anger of a man was bad.
Women had nothing on it.
"Um, I can just carry them out normally if you don't want to give me a bag or anything."
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