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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:44 pm
The other looked to Miyabi and laughed. Feeling the effects? he asked, taking the bottle of vodka into his hand and taking the cap off. Anastase took a swig before wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, chuckling softly. Want more food? he asked, a hiccup escaping his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:48 pm
Effects? Miyabi asked before giggling, taking the last piece of sushi into his mouth to chew slowly. I don't know if I want more food or not, he said, swallowing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:58 pm
I won't force you, he laughed, drinking more of his vodka. You just look so... Anastase trailed off, staring into his bottle. So... He raised an eyebrow as he gazed at what was left of his beverage. You are so sexy, he growled, kissing the bottle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:13 pm
Miyabi grinned widely, leaning back in his seat as he stretched, his coat falling open a little, though it was still buckled shut across his white flesh. He grabbed his bottle and tilted his head back, chugging the last of it down without a breath. He set the bottle where he thought it would be fine, but blinked his eyes tightly and ended up dropping it off the side of the table.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:17 pm
Anastase paused and looked on the floor where the bottle had fallen and shattered. Uh oh, he laughed, quickly finishing his vodka. I think we may be escorted out.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:45 pm
Miyabi stared at Anastase with narrowed eyes before starting to crack up laughing, a hiccup escaping between his girlish giggles. He stood up and stumbled a bit before gesturing. Come, come, come, come, come, he said repeatedly, pulling Anastase towards the door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:47 pm
We need to pay, he laughed, pointing a finger and moving his arm around in search for the counter. Yeah? Anastase didn't bother stopping in order to do so. Quite frankly, he wasn't even sure he had any money with him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:46 pm
Miyabi laughed loudly, shaking his head. Pay for what? he snorted, pulling Anastase out of the restaurant and down the street.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:52 pm
Anastase laughed lazily, still pointing in the direction of the restaraunt as Miyabi pulled him down the street. We had... food and drink. He quickly forgot what he was saying as he realized he was actually not sitting down anymore. Where are we going?
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:13 pm
There, Miyabi pointed off to the left before yanking him to cross the street.
((Posted elsewhere. <3))
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:26 pm
Tatsumi walked quickly past the doors of the restaurant, nodding when the waiter asked him if he was alone. He was seated and presented a menu, which he began looking at as he pulled his scarf down to uncover his mouth and nose.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:14 pm
Junmaru stumbled towards Tatsumi's table, stopping abruptly once he ran into it. Oww, he frowned, rubbing his thighs. Your table, he went on, looking down to the person sitting there. It got in my way. Junmaru looked over Tatsumi with a grin. So are you here alone, or are you here with your girlfriend or something?
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:13 pm
Perhaps you should be more careful, Tatsumi mumbled before looking up to the man, shaking his head slightly before looking back down. I'm here alone, he said.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 1:33 pm
I should huh, the boy replied, taking a seat across from Tatsumi. So then you won't mind if I join you then? Junmaru asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his coat and taking one out. He looked to the other and held the pack out to him as he lit the cigarette in his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 7:32 pm
Tatsumi bowed his head politely before taking a cigarette from the pack, examining it before putting it into his mouth. Thank you, he mumbled, moving a hand into the air in order to get the waiter's attention, asking for a menu for the man.
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