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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:57 pm
Narrowed eyes "I know you've been a bit dodgy on the details, its not normally you whom ends up in a scrap." He humphed and tapped his fingers. He'd figure it out somehow. WHy did he look so.. uncomfortable.
He waved his hand dismissing it.. "Fine..Truth." He said grabbing his soda with a vague air that he'd almost like to throttle it for information.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:59 pm
"Just because I don't -normally- end up in a fight doesn't mean I can't end up in one. It was just...a bad day. Yep."
FINALLY. Done with that question. A sigh of relief (crap, had he done that out loud?) and then the next question.
"Do you actually like me...like...-really- like me? Or are you just saying you do to not hurt my feelings?"
Ouch. Heavy hitting questions now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:01 pm
The sigh of relief brought an IMMEDIATE snap of attention from Z who stared at him like his eyes might bore through Dem's skull in search of information, only to balk at the question.
"What kind of question is -that-?!" he demanded flushing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:03 pm
"One I expect the answer to! You're not the only one who can ask uncomfortable questions mister. Hrmph!"
Demy folded his arms, returning Z's stare with one of his own. ...Of course Demy's stares usually came with wandering eyes as every little thing in their room caught his attention. But still! The idea was there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:05 pm
Z made a strange little strangled sound of discomfort and actually -squirmed-...
"I -think- I like you... In that I don't normally -LIKE- people, but, your acceptable, ok acceptable is probably offensive. Your... well I didn't object to your christmas gift did I?" He flustered and glanced away.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:18 pm
Erk...he hadn't meant to -upset- Z. He..just wanted to know? Demy was one of those kids that despite how bubbly and happy he always seemed he -needed- the reassurance that those around him actually cared. That's all!
"Nope, you sure didn't! And like..it's okay to like me, you know? Though calling me 'acceptable' ..sheeeesh."
He was grinning, it was simply a joke afterall.
"But hey, 'nuff of that. Truth Z-man."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:25 pm
He took a long drink of soda trying to take the edge off his fluster. GOD why did people -ever- talk about relationships.
Hmm... what to ask.
He at the last chicken finger looking contemplative.
"Is there something about that night that you -can't- tell me for some reason." He said at last, a very serious and actually slightly worried expression. There was -something- to that night. After all he'd run into that... person, Mr. Hyde, himself. Admittedly there were at least a few people with the sort of electric green eyes that Demy had but the name stuck because of them. But... if someone had something 'held over' Dem, black mail or something of the sort that had to do with that night. Oh he -very- much wanted to the bottom of it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:56 pm
Demy fidgeted around a bit, closing the lid on his box of rice. He...suddenly didn't feel very hungry anymore. At least he was one of those people who could stand reheated Chinese food.
"If..I said there was, would you try to find out what it was?"
Glowstick eyes averted, he pretty much looked anywhere BUT Z's eyes for the moment. Oh yeah, he was -definitely- hiding something. Anyone who had been around him any extended period of time would be able to read him like a book.
But just -what- was it?... What could make him squirm like this?
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:59 pm
A deep sigh...
"...no..." he said finally. "but no more relationship questions unless -I- bring it up first. Deal?" He tilted his chin like he were staring over his reading glasses again.
"AND.... if theirs something I can do to -help-, no matter how slim I want you to -tell- me. You know I'm good at this. I won't tolerate anyone else holding things over your head." He said with a sudden dangerous edge. Possessive almost...
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:19 pm
"It's not like that dude you're...you're -good- at that kind of thing but it just...it isn't like that."
Finally the wandering eyes made their way back to Z.
"But...yeah, if you can ever help I'll tell you...promise Z-man."
"And...why do I get the feeling you'll just bury the questions forever hrm? But...fine. I guess."
He looked rather -crushed- at that demand, but he wasn't offering a reason against it. If he did it'd just bite him in the a** with more questions about that night afterall.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:24 pm
"...if your -really- worried about a relationship thing, write a note..." he conceded looking away. "don't look so crushed, It's not like I said I hated you.... I said I -liked- you..." he said staring down into his own rice and closed it.
"Dare...." he said at last.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:16 pm
"Mmrph..just.......nevermind."
He paused, but not too long. Demy wasn't feeling much like explaining why he was so silent or evasive on that subject as well.
"Dare huh? I dare you to drink a Rockstar with me then."
Well...Demy wasn't currently fidgeting all over the place. Clearly his sugar reserves were a bit low.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:19 pm
Z pulled a face, somewhere between 'dear god' and 'are you serious'?!
"... what's the truth?" he asked cautiously. "....and then we'll talk about touching one of those... hyper caffeinated sugar bombs."
He wondered partially what would happen if you -deprived- Dem of sugar and soda. Actually he suspected that Dem's metabolism had to have adjusted to a level not unlike a humming bird. There was no other rational explanation for how anyone could live on that much caffeine and sugar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:40 pm
"Truth would beeee, what do your boxers look like hrmmm?"
Oh my that was a wicked little grin wasn't it? Maybe asking for truth wasn't such a good idea afterall Z.
A Demy deprived of sugar would likely be exactly like a Demy on a sugar crash, which meant nothing more than a passed out lump of a boy crashed -wherever- and unresponsive for at least ten hours. Fun huh?
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:41 pm
".... rockstar." He said flatly and held out a hand like he half expected Demy to be able to materialize one from the fabric of the universe.
Boxers... god. No..nooo way. Not at...all.
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