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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 3:31 pm
"If you wander to the kitchen, one of the gals might give you something to eat. It's leftovers, but..." But it'll be pretty good, whatever it is, something sweet most likely, or some pan stickings. Ever flashes him a smile, sweeping hair up off of his forehead. The girls will also, of course, also give Zac looks, and perhaps even a bit of sass. The kitchen's their territory. And he's young.
"I swear on whatever you'd like that it won't be long."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 2:06 pm
He gave a small nod, perhaps a little distracted but a nod. “Kitchen.” He repeated and backed slowly up a step before turning towards where he remembered it being. He is sassed, just as expected when he gets there, Perhaps even teased and shown a bit of ankle which he decorously turns his gaze away from to shrieks and giggles. He doesn’t mean to be underfoot but its busy enough that nowhere seems to –not- be underfoot. He finds himself tucked into a corner with a small plate of scraps that he picks at nervously while he waits. He promises them that they are good at what they do, but picks lightly at it, his stomach filed with butterflies.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:47 pm
Let him sit and stew and worry: Ever rushes, yes, but even rushing has its limits. He can only go so fast, can only clean up as the girl's retreat, can only put away when things are done being used. Theoretically he should stay to sweep floors, but he's flaked on that before and will flake again and no one has ever done much behind a sharp scolding.
Ten minutes, fifteen, maybe, and he'll find his way back, cheerful enough. He'll creep behind Zac and steal something off his plate, grinning as the girls turn their teasing on him, instead. Ever, at least, takes it well, with a sweep of a bow as he he pops the piece of bread into his mouth and then grabs Zac's wrist to tug him along toward the stairs up.
"Night, ladies."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:52 pm
Zac gave them a hasty last thanks and handed off the plate to one of the girls reaching to take it to keep it from –vanishing and let himself be taken upstairs, he still had half an apple in his other hand which he’d half forgotten till he realized his fingers were sticky with the light dribble of juice over his fingers.
“You’re done?” he asked as though there could really be much doubt about it. “Ah…would you like some, apple?” he offered. The fruit is turning lightly brown in the air but it’s still a fairly nice one, a good size bruise but little more than that to make it unpalatable to a ‘fancy palate’.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:10 pm
The question is so entirely out of sync for the situation that it makes Ever grin -- a slow grin that spreads across his face, amused in a way that's almost mean. He reached out slowly to take the apple from Zac even as he settle a hand in the small of his back -- nudging him along, slowly, down the hall.
As they walk, he'll eat, take a large that crunches loudly behind Zac, Just a little bit too close behind him.
"Not too cruel, in the kitchen?" It's slow, teasing maybe, reaching past to open the door onto a room that is barely big enough for the two of them and taken up mostly by the bed, partly by the desk, and the rest swallowed by the mess of clothing in the corner. It is all likely a shock to Zac -- but only if he realizes that this is mostly where Ever lives, if he can read that from the pile of books and battered papers on his desk, the limited order.
Ever nudges him in, taking another bite.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:52 pm
The hand pressed to the small of his back makes him catch his breath; he’s only human after all. He knows, or feels rather that he is utterly, completely, out of his depth. This is no school boy go around or shallow ‘game’ to make up for the fact that its hard to get off campus, to see proper girls.
“What do you like to read?” he asks, it’s a rather automatic first question from him. Books are familiar, a sort of family unto themselves. They may at times be provocative or even surreal. But they don’t fight with him, or call him foolish or worse.
He turned to look at Ever, trying not to fidget, or fumble with his collar. He glances over the room again, eyeing the pile of clothing, the desk, its tatty papers and the lack of order. It’s a whole…house of sorts compressed into a room. His own house somehow seems more enormous for it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:05 am
"I am honestly baffled if you've misunderstood my intentions, or if you're just really this awkward." Ever is grinning down at him, now, too close in the tiny room, door hauled closed behind him to keep prying eyes and ears out. He offers the apple back for Zac to take a bite, leaning past to flip books closed. He's been studying something in a foreign language, some battered book with pages missing: the best he can get without access to school libraries.
And he doesn't explain what it is, instead resettling and blinking down at Zac's face. Trying to see if he's afraid, or worried, or uncertain.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:45 am
Turtles flipped onto their backs likely felt less awkward than he did in that moment. “I…No, I mean I…don’t think I read it wrong. I just…” He cleared his throat and felt his cheeks warm. Nervous perhaps, but something like hopeful as well might be a good word for it.
“… Awkward then.” He said and flicked his thumb at one of his buttons to have something to do with his hands. “I would be rather put out if you were just…mocking me.” He said frowning into a corner as though something there has offended him, some ghostly phantom that had done ‘just that’.
“It’s not as though I’ve had ample opportunity to… to”
He hesitated and then mumbled something before stepping forward and, with a hand gingerly placed on Ever’s chest Kissed him, albeit nervously, and rather lightly like he’d never tried such a thing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:46 pm
The answer, at least, is less hesitant and less uncertain: his hands on Zac's hips, long fingers curling around his waist to haul him in closer. He can feel the hammering of Zac's heart against his chest and it makes him rumbly, pleased, falling easily into the role of the Big Bad Wolf. He is warm, familiar with this game, working not to come on too strong. Instead it is slow, coaxing, and eventually coming up for air with a slow sigh.
The grin still plays around the edges of his features as he looks Zac's expression over again, but his mouth is serious, at least. And the kiss, certainly, was earnest. "...I'm not just mocking you. I promise."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:13 pm
“So you might still mock....” He said slightly defensively, though it was a weak protest at best. It felt good, He liked it, as wrong as he knew it was he liked it quite a lot. “I suppose, I might too in your shoes.” He added, admitting again that he was almost certainly laughable in his own right.
What now? Part of his brain wondered. How far did you go when you found yourself in the arms of a near stranger because he was the only man you knew who felt as you did about other Men?
He answered his own question by risking another kiss, a little more certain, not much less awkward but bolder at least.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:41 pm
Let him be awkward: Ever mocks, but that doesn't mean he minds, doesn't mean it makes it any less fun, doesn't mean he wants anything different. His tongue just moves faster than his mind, sometimes, and sometimes that's a good thing -- as Zac will find out, quickly...
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