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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:43 am
Ed was probably hoping for a certain reaction, and would be sorely disappointed. It got a startled blink, an incredulous lift of eyebrows, and as he finally turned to show off that a** Asher's startlement obviously overtook him. He started laughing. He was still sprawled back on his elbow, still watching, and he even tried to bite back on it a little with a hand sprawled over his own mouth. It didn't smother it much.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:54 am
And with that sputter of laughter the shirt dropped immediately, and the dance was over. Half turned, Ed looked down at Asher as he he tried to contain himself, and, at least, he didn't look mad about the reaction. A touch embarrassed, a little flushed, but not mad. "I did warn you." Wait, had he? Maybe he hadn't. Whatever. A deal was a deal. Sinking back down, Ed reached out, pressing his palm to the hand already covering Asher's mouth, helping him to smoother the sound further. "So what's so funny, anyways? You knew where I worked, what'd you expect?" It could have gone either way, as easily turning to anger as amusement, but they'd already been bantering a while,and Asher had hopped up and danced first. It helped.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 1:04 pm
"I just...it's like for a moment there..." He was still laughing, had gone just faintly pink, his head tipped to the side so that he could shake off Ed's hand. Dark eyes had gone narrow with amusement, still locked on the other man. He made a vague gesture, unintelligible, and then recovered enough to speak. "For a moment, as that shirt crept up, I was just a hundred percent sure in my heart of hearts...." He drew in a breath. "That there was going to be a blue butterfly tattoo underneath."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 4:21 pm
Well that really hadn't been what Edward had been expecting, but it was something of a relief. The unsure grin grew, falling back into comfortable lines as the bouncer lounged back against the tall grass, weight resting on his elbows, one foot hanging off the edge of the cliff. "Ah, no. No butterflies. Not my aesthetic." He laughed. "Nor tramp stamps." One hand rose enough or him to point back at Asher. "Though there was a guy, at the club, who had an emerald green butterfly at the small of his back." Among other less than subtle ink works. Ed's own tattoos, while not subtle, were all pretty much abstract, and fully visible more often than not. The laughter faded a bit, and something thoughtful crept back into pale eyes. "Why a blue butterfly?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 8:48 pm
"How I Met Your Mother." It was an easy answer, and it was obvious Asher expected Ed to understand, since he didn't elaborate at all. Just sprawled and grinned a bit to himself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 7:41 am
Ed snorted. "Naw." Of all the things he's done drunk, wanting into a tattoo parlor had not been one of them. Which was the only way any sort of butterfly would find its way permanently applied to his skin. "Sorry to disappoint." It did make him wonder though, now that the subject had sort of come up. "Any tattoos on you?" He gestured lazily with his hand again. "I already know there's nothing on your lower stomach, but..." He left it open, baiting grin now completely comfortable.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 5:07 pm
"Just the rocket ship, you know." He gestured, crudely, to where the supposed rocket ship might be -- a grin flashing across his face that made it abundantly clear he was full of s**t. Asher shrugged, and didn't confirm or deny beyond that. In truth, tattoos weren't anything he'd ventured toward either. Nothing permanent. "And the n****e rings." Also bullshit, but this one he delivered more convincingly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:03 am
"Well now that's just disappointing," he pointed out reasonably. "You can't just flash a little belly, then mention piercings and ink I'm now missing out on." Tone implied he'd caught onto both admissions being less than credible claims. It was easy now, comfortable, despite the little strip tease dance off. Or because of it. Either way, there was something a lot more relaxed about the way Edward was holding himself. More open, less guarded. Sometimes all it took was a little conversation and a little bit of flashed skin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 8:31 am
For just a moment, Asher was actually still: quiet and comfortable where he sprawled in the dirt and grass, one leg bent and the other stretched out away from him, an arm absently draped across his stomach. It was a moment of calm a bit unlike him, and it didn't last for long. He blinked, flicked Ed a look -- and then rolled up to stand, less showy this time, and shake himself out just a bit. "I'm hungry. Going to see if there's anything I can raid in the kitchen." But he offered a hand, all the same. "Nice chatting with you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 2:13 pm
There was a short stretch of comfortable quiet, the brush of a light breeze coming up off the lake, and then Asher was bouncing up onto his feet again. Pale eyes lifted to watch him, and then fell the the offered hand a second before reaching up to take it, accepting the help up. Then turned it in a brief shake. "Yeah, ditto. Good luck in kitchens." not that Ed really thought he needed it, the food seemed pretty damn good over all. "Catch you later."
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