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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 10:28 pm
Once he had Ignacio tucked in satisfactorily enough, Grayson straightened, placing both hands at the small of his back and stretching as he did. Clearly, drunken Ignacio wasn't picky about who he flirted with or when. He also wasn't particularly good at it, but Grayson supposed most things could be forgiven considering the circumstances. He offered the other boy a long look, breaking the Three Second Rule in a way that would have certainly inspired Jude to punch him. Luckily, it was not Jude in his spare bed, but Ignacio.
Who was insisting on inviting him in.
Bending over, he brushed Ignacio's bangs aside, giving him a brief, fond look. "I'm a little too tired." He brushed at the pillow, stepped back. "If you need anything, I'm next door."
Given how rowdy Ignacio had been, he wondered if it was a good idea to offer that. Still, it seemed like the other male was getting ready to sleep, which could only be a good thing. Grayson bet that by the time he shut the door and collapsed into his own bed Ignacio would be fast asleep.
"Okay? Good night."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 10:44 pm
Drunken, sleepy Ignacio was a reflection of actual Ignacio. Admittedly, though Grayson had never seen it, Ignacio had a tendency to flirt with most people. He had a joke with Melody that he was into most everybody except her (no offense, but dating his sister would be gross), and to some extent it was true. At the same time, he seemed to be persisting with this sleepy, drunken flirting a little longer than usual.
Ignacio gave him a glance that could be described as fondness when Grayson brushed his bangs aside, even though he was disappointed when Grayson said he was too tired. "Alright..." But Ignacio would have to deal with that. He was suddenly too lazy to really get out of the bed.
"Have a good night, then," offered Ignacio, vaguely, as Grayson headed towards the door. He offered a vague smile as the man left, and then he was left alone, to his own swirling thoughts, in his own tired and half-tipsy brain.
...Sleep was something that wasn't treating Ignacio well, though. He would fall asleep, but not without problems. He kept waking up. Kept shuddering. Kept trying to fall back asleep. Eventually, at about five in the morning, he gave up and just stared at the wall for a couple hours. It was... sad, but for some reason, he felt he shouldn't bother Grayson or anyone else.
He'd just sit there alone.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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