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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:04 pm
Holy s**t that had been a pretty commanding voice...
But Demy couldn't help but smirk and push just that last tiny little bit.
"Or you'll what?"
The blonde reached out, giving his friend a POKE to the forehead.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:13 pm
That left him torn. He just...couldn't have this kind of questioning of authority voice, not when it had come out so well. But... He swatted at the offending poke finger... ....yeah the finger pushed him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of shirt and stood on tip toe to make sure he could reach, even yanking down on Dem's shirt.... and  It was quick, and he pulled back almost as soon as it happened turning bright red and hunching his shoulders, he couldn't believe he just DID that, and to a BOY.... to DEM!! Oh god... Like... damn that word.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:23 pm
........W-w-what?!
Demy was surprised, flabbergasted even. What...what...WHAT?! He just..Z...and he was there...and...and
Kiss? What?!
The blonde was turning red, and finally...finally he stumbled back to his bed and sat down. More like -flopped- down, but at least he was sitting again.
And it took him a few, long moments before he could finally compose himself to say a damn thing.
"...Finally gave into how awesome I am, huh?"
Demy was laughing, but the flush on his face was enough to prove just how -shocked- he was by the new development.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:30 pm
"YES!! You sat down!!" He said first...and then blushed deeper, because he'd NEVER seen Dem blushing and embarrassed like that, and, it was ....
adorable.
Ohmygod He wanted to slap his brain.
"Youstartedit..." he mumbled and started to undo his belt, stopped glancing at dem and skooted to hide behind the door of his closet.
Not like this hadn't been seen before...but all the same. La se faire attitudes suddenly seemed more, oh what's the word.
Risky? No not quite.
He paused and then peeked out from behind the door.
"FOOD!" He said still blushing furiously. Change the subject...yes, yes that was it. Perfect!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:45 pm
Despite his teasing Demy was still blushing, and now even fidgeting on the bed slightly. No, no, NO he wasn't going to act like some silly lovestruck teen. ...Even though he was.
Oh nevermind.
He managed to get his game put away (the chorus of boos and hisses was really grating on his nerves), but food? Nope. Still hadn't ordered it.
"Hey man...what do you want to eat?"
No Z. He wasn't going to order dinner without your input. Arguing? Definitely not a good idea.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:49 pm
"You wanted tacos right?" He called back...aw hell, he didn't bring clothes to change into behind the door...HELLL HELL HELL HELL...
"Just...order tacos and uh...one of those, bean wrap things for me, with hot sauce!"
A pause and he peeked behind the door to see if he'd left anything out that he could just grab it.
Newp, not even under shorts.
F....ck.
"Uh... " he stared "I know I just got you to sit -which you better do again!- but...can you...."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:53 pm
"Alright man!"
Tacos. Tacos he could handle. He loved the damn things and...
Demy lifted his head, eying Z with a raised brow. God damnit he wanted him to sit, which he was doing, so what the hell else could he want---
Oh.
"Oh Z....forget something did you? Hrmmm?"
He couldn't help but laugh. The situation was just so damn humorous, and it was with his next words that the hints of usual Demy started showing once more.
"I dunno man...why should I?"
Of course he was on his feet, already heading in the direction of Z's clothing. But still, he couldn't resist the urge to tease.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:59 pm
"I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP!" came the immediate threat in reply hidden again behind the door.
".....AND ITS MY ASPRIN!" He added. God, I know where you sleep, of course he knew that, they were ROOMIES, and now it just sounded... perverted or something given that he was standing in soggy boxers behind a closet door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:08 pm
"And just which bed would that be?"
WELL, that was one pretty quick retort on Demy's behalf. Z....it looked like Demy was finally starting to learn from you. Though was that really a good thing?
He had clothes gathered (he even picked good ones that Z would be nice and comfy in!), but he wasn't handing them over just yet.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:13 pm
"Which bed wou.....Wait WHAT?" He stammered suddenly at a loss for words.
This was -Demy- with a quick retort! And one that left him wondering if it was POSSIBLE to blush more.
"I...you...gah!" He managed to sputter, incomprehensible though it was.
...
Where the hell was he with that clothing?!
He hazarded a peek around the door again arching an eyebrow...that wasn't a trade for your clothes offer....was it!??
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:18 pm
Shame that was the only witty thing to leave his mouth. Now he was just laughing. And coughing. But mostly laughing.
Demy waved the clothing at his friend, grinning the whole time.
"I dunnooooo man, should I hand this over?...."
But, like the AWESOME friend he was, he teased just a moment longer before finally handing over the clothing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:27 pm
He mumbled a thank you and took the clothes, some of his favorites too and vanished again behind the door and swapped quickly between wet boxers and dry.
He even pulled the twist out of his bangs, which, since it was elastic and he was fumbling, went flying off to parts unknown accompanied by a few more curses.
the Clips at least stayed in his hand as he changed into warm comfy socks and sweat pants and one of his wonderful, well worn panda shirts. As secret as he liked to keep how much he liked them, there were a few things he couldn't quite resist indulging in for them. Like Mr.Tenebrous, his -first- stuffed panda.
Once he had the pants on he relinquished and closed the door to the closet he'd been hiding behind, "Thanks..." he said again and wished like hell that the blush would just... go away. Stupid thing...
He gathered up his wet clothes and laid them out by the radiator so he wouldn't be tempted to march out to the drier.
"I suppose you want a reward for that..." He added half teasing in return.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:42 pm
"Maaaaaybe...."
Demy shuffled back to his bed and flopped back down. No..he simply wasn't up for another fight over whether or not he would sit down. So there Z, he was being good! Ugh.
"Alright man, tacos. You ordering or do you want me to?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:47 pm
He pulled on the sweat shirt over his t-shirt and eyed Dem carefully. "What kind of reward..." he asked first, cautious... serious about his curiosity.
"And um, either way, does it hurt to talk?" he added worried at all the coughing and wincing and such. He'd never admit it but he disliked ordering things over the phone.
With his hair twist out his hair was even more 'in his face' than ever, as it seemed to have been 'created' to be, he pushed it irritably behind on ear and fumbled for a towel to dry his hair the rest of the way.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:53 pm
"I'll let you decide."
Enough on THAT subject. Food was important now!
"Really man, when have I ever let -anything- stop -me- from talking?"
Coughing and wincing be damned, the blonde wouldn't shut up until the day he died. This was no exception. Quickly he snatched up his own cellphone (oh hey, he had new texts...he should probably check those out later), and phoned in their food choice. A few moments later he had tossed the phone to the bed.
"Called it in man, we'll have to go out to the usual place and pick it up."
Hillworth...wasn't exactly a good place to try and order in food, but it wouldn't stop these two students from calling in a delivery nearby and just picking it up there.
"And I'm -going with you- to nab it. No arguing with me."
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