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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:46 am
"No one." Hector answered automatically, still half asleep. "None of my other friends would wake me up this early, so I thought it must be you."
He yawned, his tail flicking back and forth beneath the blankets. 5:19? That was way too early to be getting up, especially on a...what day was it again? Saturday? Hector reached up, blearily rubbing at his eyes. The fragments of his dream were still fresh in his mind, the colors and shapes smearing across his line of vision as he struggled to figure out what was real and what was dream. Hector could make out the slender form of Kazuya sitting near him, wrapped in a thick cream colored robe, so obviously this must have been a dream.
" 's'too early." Hector mumbled, and promptly flopped back down onto his bed, pulling the covers back up. He couldn't suppress another wide yawn, turning his back to Kazuya as he burrowed beneath the warm blankets, snuggling down into them.
"Dinnit get to sleep 'til after midnight." Hector mumbled sleepily. Despite his exhaustion, there was a thrill of happiness that Kazuya had actually come back to see him and the realization that he was, in fact, not just a hallucination. Even though the Persian had told him that he would see him the next day (although it seemed a bit earlier than Hector had expected), a part of Hector had been anxiously waiting to see whether or not Kazuya actually would come. He had half expected him not to, but the fact that he was here, sitting on the edge of his bed less than a foot away from him was proof enough that the Persian actually had dropped by.
Though it was still a ridiculously early time to be awake.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 2:00 am
 Ridiculously early or not, Kazuya was hungry. He wasn't just hungry now, but rather cold as it happened to be. If the Persian knew there was such a difference between the two dorms, he'd have thought twice about dropping by, especially since Hector gave no indication of wanting to get up.
Frowning sharply, the feline sat there for a moment longer, tail flicking back and forth in hesitation and indecisiveness. He could forcefully drag Hector out of bed, but that wouldn't guarantee him any breakfast. On the other hand, he could grab the covers and throw them off, but then he'd lose the chance to slip into the pocket of warmth. This was an unwanted dilemma-- even Kazuya had to admit it was too early for problem solving. With a sigh, one hand combing through his hair, Kazuya allowed himself an uncharacteristic pout. Sleep had long since left him after waking up to that imagined sound of locks turning.
Eventually, the cat gave up altogether and removed the mountain of [In his opinion.] useless pillows that crowded the bed. Slipping out of his boots and crawling under the warm covers, Kazuya turned over so that they faced back to back. It wasn't homo like that.. Right?
Well, it didn't matter then. It was warm.
"You have twenty minutes."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 2:13 am
It was quiet for a few long moments. Long enough that Hector thought Kazuya might have actually left, which almost made him sit up and start panicking. But then there was a soft rustle, a quiet fwoomp! as his pillows (he had at least six of them tossed haphazardly across the bed, not including the two he was laying on and the one down at his feet) were tossed somewhat unceremoniously to the floor. Then he felt the covers being lifted and then the bed dipped a few inches lower as Kazuya climbed in next to him, pulling the covers over the both of them. The Persian's voice was quiet, low, but not entirely unfriendly in his order.
Kazuya was still somewhat of a mystery to Hector. At first it was like he was a quiet, elegant prince so far above him that it was difficult to even see what he was like. But then, after some careful observation, Hector had noticed that he was, perhaps, not as unobtainable as he had previously thought. He was quiet, yes. Elegant, yes. But above him? That question still remained to be seen (although Hector did not even really believe in distinguishing among people that way).
Hector smiled into his pillow, his face tinging pink with happiness. The fact that Kazuya was there next to him meant that the Persian trusted him, didn't it? It meant that he trusted him enough that he would be this close to him without recoiling, which was a pleasant thought. It was a nice feeling; Hector rather liked feeling trusted. His back was several inches away from the Persian's, but Hector could feel the soft trembling of chills. Kazuya was cold, and Hector, though he didn't quite dare turn around (he might have, if he wasn't already positive that Kazuya would obliterate him in a heartbeat) scooted just a tad bit closer, close enough that their backs were now touching. Then he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
"Thirty minutes." he murmured, smiling softly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 2:53 am
"Fifteen."
Kazuya didn't bother opening his eyes, knowing that there was nothing to be seen. When Hector closed the distance between them, the Persian tensed sharply, fists tightening to refrain from kicking the Luxray off. He had probably beaten the guy up enough for the next couple of days, to the point where even he was still feeling guilty about the whole issue. He could promise himself to be a bit kinder when morning came, but he didn't like not being able to keep his word. Even Kazuya was aware that he was imposing, especially since he had no business invading into the other's private life. The door had been locked for a reason, no?
Well that aside, there was also an issue with their current arrangement. Sleeping with someone always took a bit of getting used to, no matter how tired he was. Tossing and turning once or twice, the feline struggled to find a comfortable position. It didn't help that Hector's bed was a full two sizes smaller than his own and fitting two people on the thing was a rather arduous task. It wasn't that they didn't fit comfortably to normal standards, but there wasn't much about the Persian's lifestyle that fit into generalized standards.
Eventually the shared body warmth became too much and Kazuya turned over once more; this time facing Hector. His tail peeked out from beneath the covers, lashing about in a clear signal of his discomfort. Not for the first time that day, the Persian had to ask himself what had prompted him to end up where he was now. Sleeping in a stranger's bed for the second time, willingly leaving his room to trespass into someone else's home, and practically begging for food [Even if it was a 'royal order'.]. If it had been a normal week, Kazuya would never have landed himself in such a whirlwind of unwanted activities.
Still, he couldn't say he hated it altogether. The Persian did feel a little 'tainted'-- like he had lost a bit of his 'aristocracy', as it were. But even Kazuya couldn't deny that it had been a good learning experience. He wouldn't associate it with 'fun', but it wasn't going to go down in the books as a bad memory. Plus, it seemed he had found the starting of an answer to that 'loneliness' topic.
Eventually, in the act of self reflection, Kazuya drifted back to sleep. His environment was foreign and while it had proved to discomforting at first, once the feline managed to relax, he fell into a deeper state of sleep than he had in his own room. There were no more audio hallucinations-- there wasn't even a dream sequence. The Persian probably wouldn't admit it, or maybe he just didn't understand himself, but perhaps subconsciously, he rested better with someone else in the room.
It was routine, after all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:17 am
Hector could feel Kazuya shifting around behind him. He was a bit more awake, since he was now sharing his bed with someone else, but now he was worried that Kazuya would find the bed uncomfortable and get up and leave. There was the blatant fact that the Persian most definitely liked his own space, as well as his thing about not being touched (although it seemed when he was the one doing the touching, it was all right; perhaps it was simply a matter of control?), as well as his constant irritation with the Luxray in general. Hector himself was just starting to understand Kazuya just a tiny bit more, and that understanding made him not want the Persian to leave, at least not before he had a chance to try and become better friends with him.
Hector bit his lip, keeping still as Kazuya moved again. He could feel the Persian's back bumping against his own as he tried to find a more comfortable position, and Hector winced just slightly when he felt the Persian half sit up.
Don't leave, Hector thought, his face tinging red, but to his shock, he felt the Persian lay back down; only this time he could hear his breath more clearly; Kazuya had turned the opposite direction and was now lying on his side again, his face towards Hector's back. It was somewhat startling to realize, and Hector tensed very slightly, but after a few moments of silence he relaxed again, listening to the soft sound of Kazuya breathing, feeling it faintly tickling the back of his neck. It started out short and irritated but soon grew long and gentle as he drifted back off into sleep. Hector felt himself relax even more, the tension in his shoulders smoothing out as he settled down further.
Shifting in the bed, Hector moved carefully as he turned over, switching positions so that he was now facing the Persian. Kazuya's face was much more gentle, now that he was asleep, and Hector watched him for a few moments, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He kind of wished Kazuya could always look that serene and calm, but then he realized that he would not be Kazuya if he were that way.
Despite the Persian's somewhat...different attitude, Hector could not help but like him. The proud, aristocratic way of speaking, the way his tail always flicked when he was irritated by something. Even though he was still learning, and still getting to know the Persian, little by little Hector felt as if he were starting to understand him more and more as the minutes and hours passed by. It was a rather satisfying feeling; though Hector was not quite certain that Kazuya shared them. In fact, if anything, Hector was sure that Kazuya still disliked him, for the most part.
Although he had come back. Hector felt his cheeks turn pink with happiness again, and he pressed his face into the pillow, smiling to himself. Breathing slowly, he closed his eyes, finally letting himself drift back into the depths of sleep once more.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 3:21 pm
Six hours later as night drifted into midday, Kazuya finally stirred, emerging from the depths of sleep at his own leisurely time. Hunger was easily ignored when one was unconscious to worldly needs, and so Hector managed to dodge a rather devastating bullet on that one. A hungry cat was an irritable one, though for one as prone to temper tantrums as the Persian was, there probably wasn't much difference to begin with.
Eyes fluttering open, they closed half way in an attempt to shut out the lingering afternoon sunlight. Unlike his own apartment which was always dark, it seemed Hector didn't invest in any black out curtains and the thin ones he did have only succeeded in dimming the harsh rays. It took a while for Kazuya to get adjusted, but once he did, he sat up and peered over to the Luxray's sleeping form beside him. Brows furrowed slightly in another beginning of a frown, but that soon gave way to a resigned smile. Exhaling gently, the Persian gathered himself before leaning over.
Kazuya hovered there for a second, just a mere centimetre away from Hector's face. Close enough for a kiss, but that thought didn't cross his mind. Instead, Kazuya glanced at the clock and waited.
The moment the long hand hit twelve, the Persian's tail twitched and unraveled straight out behind him. With a renewed power that could have only come from being well fed and properly rested, Kazuya kicked his bed partner off the mattress. It seemed that was his only method of waking people up, as shaking Hector awake last night didn't seem to work.
"It's noon." Where's my breakfast?
Crawling over the newly freed area on the bed, Kazuya peered over the side, ears perking up. He was feeling a lot better from the night before, though his stomach growled again in protest. The Persian was used to eating on time, one at seven, one meal at noon, and one at five. Then again, he wasn't used to a lot of things, such as sleeping past eight.
"Hurry up."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:35 pm
Hector had been sleeping very soundly before he was suddenly - and rudely - awakened by the sole of a foot shoving him in the stomach. He let out a shout of surprise and tumbled off of the bed, dragging the whole mess of blankets and sheets with him unintentionally as he tumbled onto the floor.
"What the - " Hector gasped, sitting up. His shock rapidly turned into pure pleasure, however, when he noticed the reason for his fall still laying comfortably on the bed.
"Kazuya!" Hector cried, a light tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. The Persian was peering over the side of the mattress, his ears sticking up and his tail switching behind him. He looked more feline then human at the moment, but it was rather endearing. "You stayed! Oh - you must be hungry! I'll make you something!"
Attempting to get up, Hector managed to take exactly one step before the blankets curled around his ankle prohibited him from moving any further and he crashed back down onto the ground unexpectedly. Kicking his leg, he managed to get one leg free, and using his foot to pry the sheets off of him, he finally managed to get all the way out of the tangled mess. He squatted down beside the Persian momentarily.
"Eggs raw, right?" he said softly, smiling at him before straightening. Too lazy to bother putting on clothes, he ambled into the kitchen still in his boxers, rummaging around in cabinets for the ingredients. Within a few moments he had some ham grilling in a pan, an egg carton open on the counter. Hector gathered everything together and soon he had a steaming plate of hot food that he carried back into the other room. From the way the sun was streaming into his room, it was long past the twenty minutes he was supposed to have slept, and one glance at the clock told him that it was after noon already.
Hector sat down on the bed beside Kazuya and offered him the plate, sticking a fork on the end of it.
"Here," he said, beaming happily. "A breakfast fit for a king!" I hope.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:46 pm
He leaned back into the bed when the Luxray popped up again, as resilient as ever. Unfortunately for Hector, the more optimistic and lenient he was, the more Kazuya was tempted to dig his claws in. It was safer to know people's limits right off the bat than to find out eventually and unintentionally, and if he couldn't gauge someone's weaknesses, the Persian would get progressively crueler until he got some results. He just hoped that he wouldn't accidentally slip and kill the guy before he hit that point-- Hector's patience seemed a little endless.
"I told you to cook something six hours ago... Watch out for th--" Nevermind.
As dark eyes watched the Luxray pick himself up and move about in the kitchen, Kazuya's tail swished to the general tempo of his thoughts. he had figured Hector was like the rest-- and in much the same manner, he was was. Easy to read and wearing his heart on his sleeve, it was as foreign of a feeling as it was familiar. Still, there were a lot of things the Persian couldn't see just by looking-- what made the Luxray tick? He didn't seem to like rejection much, but nobody really did. There had to be something more, or maybe he was just terribly good at hiding it. While he was secretly flattered by Hector's welcoming attitude, Kazuya knew better than to lower his guard completely. In his mind, there was no such thing as simply wishing to be in someone's company, especially if that someone treated others as badly as he did.
"You don't have the ingredients for that kind of meal."
Kazuya, ever one to stomp on people's hopes, dreams, and sayings, took the plate before Hector could retract the offer, setting the item onto his lap as he picked up the eggs and the fork. Expertly cracking a hole large enough for him to drink through, the Persian was quiet for a while as he ate, systematically eating one thing at a time until the plate was as clean as the bowls had been last night. Well, that was except for a final bite of ham lingering on his fork, in which Kazuya looked at Hector.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Really, he didn't care and the Persian didn't mind being watched as he ate. But out of polite necessity, it was best to ask. Besides, he was feeling guilty again.
Unless I just ate your share too--..
The Persian's contently flicking tail settled suddenly at the thought. He was aware that he did eat a lot, and he was always consistently just a tiniest bit over average weight. Kazuya could swear on his mother's grave that it was all muscle though-- Even then, it was a little bit of a touchy subject.
The fork stayed in his hand, hovering over the plate but not rising. Suddenly, he felt like just leaving it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:14 pm
Hector watched Kazuya eat with a morbid sort of fascination. He was very precise, completely finishing one thing before moving onto the next. He cut things slowly and carefully into bite-sized pieces before bringing them to his mouth, and each movement was well thought out before done. It was really very interesting to watch and Hector found that he had kind of lost himself in watching. It wasn't until the Persian stopped eating that he snapped out of his musings.
"Oh," Hector said, somewhat sheepishly, his face tinging red. "I just kind of...forgot about eating. I'll...I'll make something later."
He had the distinct feeling that he wasn't sounding very convincing, but he didn't want Kazuya to feel uncomfortable about being the only one eating. Truth be told, there was another reason Hector was not eating, but he didn't particularly want someone like Kazuya knowing the exact reason for that. Instead, he pulled his knees up underneath him on the bed, twisting his hands together.
"It's almost one. Do you..." Hector said, somewhat absently, and then bit his lip wondering if he should continue on with what he had been going to say. Did he dare ask? He wasn't sure what the Persian's reaction might be. Most likely he'd either get another foot to the stomach, or perhaps a mouthful of electricity. But it couldn't hurt to try, could it?
Well. Actually it could, but Hector shoved that thought back into his mind.
"Do you want to hang out with me today?" he blurted out abruptly, then flushed red, leaning back on his legs. "I mean...you know, just...hang out...or...something..."
Well, that hadn't been exactly the best way of asking, but there it was. Hector bit his lip again, an embarrassed blush crossing his face.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:41 pm
Kazuya let his gaze settle onto Hector, the look more than enough to say that he didn't really believe it. Though his expression was like that, the Persian wouldn't put it past him on second thought. Hector seemed to live through life in a daze-- why else would the guy be a delinquent if he had a goal in mind?
When the Luxray trailed off, Kazuya finished the last bite of food, dispersing his previous insecurities. Being listless and indecisive wasn't really part of his personality. Setting the fork back down, the Persian at least humoured Hector enough to get out of bed this time, moving to leave the dishes in the sink before returning to the bedroom. That was probably his one good deed of the day, even if it didn't seem like much.
Snagging one of Hector's hair ties on his way back, Kazuya flipped up his hair with the expertise of practice, not answering the Luxray's question for the longest time. After searching around the room in silence, the Persian finally returned to the bed, armed with a hair brush and some more ties. It was apparent from the distant glint in his eyes what he was preparing to do next. The Persian stood in front of Hector, giving him a full minute to present himself properly so that Kazuya could get to work. Well, in his mind it was a minute-- in truth, it wasn't more than five seconds before Hector was spun around forcefully and his hair pulled back none too gently.
"I'm going hunting today. Don't you have classes to to tend to?" Besides, why do I have to spend my time with someone like you?
Because he had no one else to spend time with, that's why.
"You missed class yesterday, you mine as well make up for it today."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:19 pm
Hector almost shrank under the scrutinizing look that Kazuya sent his way, shrugging sheepishly and attempting to keep a guilty expression from creeping onto his face. Obviously the Persian was suspicious of his reasoning, but Hector was keeping his lips shut, at least on this particular question (on everything else, however, he was always talkative).
To his surprise, the Persian slipped off the bed and moved to the kitchen, setting his plate in the sink. It did not seem like a very Kazuya-like gesture, and it sent a smile to Hector's face. Maybe the Persian was starting to relax more around him, at least enough to do something small like putting his dish in the sink without making Hector do it for him.
Or maybe it was just convenient and on the way to where Hector kept his hair ties, since Kazuya grabbed one as he walked back to the bed. Hector watched him carefully as he twisted his hair back up, his heart hammering in his chest. The Persian still had not answered his question, and it was making him slightly nervous. He had a feeling he knew what Kazuya's answer would be, but he was somewhat distracted from his internal ramblings when he saw the Persian holding a hairbrush and a handful of hair ties, looking at him with an expression Hector was starting to recognize all too well.
"Er," he said, starting to scoot back on the bed. "What are you - warrghh!"
He'd hesitated too long. Kazuya had managed to snag his arm, pulling him back, and within the next second he was sitting with his back against the Persian's legs, Kazuya's fingers moving expertly (and somewhat painfully) through his hair. Hector sighed, linking and unlinking his fingers in his lap. Disappointment surged through him at Kazuya's at long-last answer, though he had mostly expected it. However, the tiny shred of himself that had dared to hope was crushed. Hector's lower lip jutted out in a pout.
"It's Saturday." he said, laughing, though the sound came out a bit strained and not as cheerful as it normally would have. Hector drew his knees up to his chest, toying with a stray thread on the blanket he was sitting on. "I don't need to make up those classes. They weren't that important anyway."
He paused, wincing slightly as Kazuya tugged particularly hard on a section of his hair and then said, trying to sound casual, "Where do you go hunting, Kazuya?" leaving the And can I come with you? unspoken, since he knew that the Persian would just say no anyway.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:54 pm
Kazuya allowed himself a distant smile, knowing that Hector couldn't see him. As he worked his way through the Luxray's hair, hands eventually growing tired of their violent movements and smoothing out to a gentle rhythm, Kazuya allowed his tail to brush gently against Hector's bare arm. He hadn't denied anything, but from the droop of the other's ears, it seemed he had hit a sore spot. Well, there was no harm in letting Hector misunderstand for a while longer. The Persian disguised his chuckle as a low purr, impossible to read.
"I doubt they're unimportant. How are your grades?"
For a second, Kazuya was vaguely aware that he sounded like a fussing parent. It was true that he was a couple years older than the rest of the students [Which was part of the reason he acted all high and mighty.], but there was really no reason for him to act that way. Besides, it wasn't as though he was actually interested. Kazuya had long since figured Hector's scores were somewhere below average and failing anyway.
"Is that any of your business?"
Pushing, pushing. Kazuya smiled again, smug as a cat who ate the family pet canary. It wasn't that his hunting grounds were anything of a big secret-- they were in it right now. He just liked to make rounds and kill things from time to time, leaving the bodies as warning and to stake his claim. It was an extremely primal thing to do and something his trainer had been trying to coax him out of, but Kazuya was firm on his private rituals.
Finishing up with Hector's hair, the Persian took a second to fluff out the high ponytail, this time leaving the braids out altogether. He never did like braiding.
"Go get some clothes on. Seeing you makes me cold."
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:10 am
Hector relaxed back into the movements of Kazuya's hands, the Persian's fingers gentle and slow as they slid through his thick hair. They felt soothing, as did the soft brush of the Persian's tail against his skin, and Hector let out a quiet, frustrated sigh, rubbing his face with his hand.
"My grades are fine." he said, shrugging as he tried to keep the light tone to his voice. He didn't want the Persian knowing that he was bothered, that he was disappointed in the obvious rejection that had been thrown at him. "My last grade scores were at around 95%, so I guess I'm doing okay."
Kazuya's question in response to his own question made Hector's ears droop even further. "No," he mumbled in answer. "Not really, but I was...interested to know where you hunt, that's all."
He absolutely doesn't like me at all, Hector thought, sighing inwardly. It seemed as if his attempts at cultivating a successful friendship had come to nothing after all, even though he had been trying and trying. He needed to keep his cheerful smile up, however; making the Persian feel uncomfortable was the last thing that he wanted.
"Thank you," Hector said when Kazuya had finished with his hair. He tilted his head back to look at the Persian, smiling up at him with what he hoped was one of his normal, happy expressions. Sliding off the bed, Hector moved around Kazuya to rummage around in his dresser drawers, pulling out a clean pair of boxers, some jeans and a teeshirt. He didn't want to have to go down the hallway to the bathroom to change, so Hector quickly stripped, hastily pulling on his clean clothes. When he was finished, he stood there without turning back around, picking at a stray thread on the hem of his shirt.
"B-better?" he asked, not needing the Persian's approval, really, but wanting it all the same. He offered a smile in Kazuya's direction, feeling uncharacteristically uncertain of himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:39 am
Ears perked up at the ballpark estimate Hector had given, Kazuya's movements stopping for the slightest of seconds before he merely nodded and allowed the Luxray up. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the answer-- the boy didn't seem to be lying, but the aura he gave off was definitely not that of a studious person. Maybe the guy was academically intelligent as opposed to socially smart? Those types weren't so uncommon, but then again, Hector really didn't fit into the high IQ category by appearance. Kazuya fixed his gaze on the other, finding no shame nor embarrassment in watching Hector change. He wasn't even looking at the Luxray's body, but instead lost in his own thoughts and watching only to match up reality with mental facts.
"Better. But you're going to be cold." Not my problem.
Smoothing out his robes, Kazuya moved past Hector and back to bed. Plopping back down on the mattress, the Persian slid easily into his knee-high boots, taking the time to adjust the clasps before moving towards the door. It was neither a verbal invitation nor a physical one, but if one was good at reading between the lines, they would have been able to see the Persian's gestures as a form of open acceptance.
Unlike Hector and most 'normal' beings capable of speech, Kazuya didn't ask. Not for permission, not for help, and definitely not for another's company. It was easy to misunderstand him up until the point where his intentions became clear, and those times usually popped up without any warning at all. As far as the Persian was concerned, actions spoke louder than words and he rarely indulged in meaningless talks. On that same thread of logic, it also meant that Kazuya never made promises he didn't keep-- yet again, parallel with that sort of reasoning was that the Persian often times assumed too much.
Heading out of the room, Kazuya figured he had already made himself quite clear. If Hector chose to linger behind then, it had nothing to do with him or his responses.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:54 am
Hector shrugged slightly. "I'm fine with being..." he started to say, then stopped abruptly. Cold? But he wasn't cold right now in his room, and chances were he would not be cold later in his room, unless he turned on his fan. Kazuya had said he would be cold. What exactly was that implying? That he was going to be cold elsewhere? Could the Persian acutally be inviting him to come with him? Hector's mind reeled at all of the questions in his head and he dropped his eyes, watching the Persian sit back on the bed to pull on his boots. He seemed to be taking quite a bit longer than normal before he stood up again, moving silently and slowly towards the door. Hector's eyes followed each and every one of Kazuya's moments, his heart pounding against his chest as the Persian disappeared out the door.
Am I...reading this right? he thought, his face dusting a light pink. That was...an invitation...wasn't it? He was asking me (in his subtle, not-very-clear-at-all way) to come with him, wasn't he?
Wasn't he?
Hector stood for a few moments, still staring at his open door.
Wasn't he?
Hector dived for his closet, grabbing out the first pair of shoes he saw. Hastily he stuffed his feet into them, tying them in haphazard knots before scrambling back to his feet. He pulled a dark colored sweater from the closet, yanking it over his head and probably messing up his nicely and neatly done hair. Snagging his key, Hector all but fell out of the room in his effort to leave, slamming the door shut behind him. His head jerked from side to side as he looked frantically for the Persian and down the hall, he saw a familiar head of tumbling light hair moving around a corner. Hector darted after him, taking the corner at such a speed he almost toppled over.
Where did he - oh, there -
Hector slowed down his pace as he neared Kazuya, trying to keep his breathing intact. When he reached him, he fell into step beside him, sticking his hands in his pockets as if he had always been there.
"So," he said lightly. "Where are we going?"
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