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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:16 pm
"Wait here," Spence grumbled, shoving him onto a bench. Turning about pointedly, he strolled back into the Hard Rock to feed his boss some story that would get him out of work for the rest of the day.
The truth was, he was kind of glad to see Demy too. Things got boring without the little dumbass around to pick on.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:20 pm
Demy yiped a bit as he was shoved onto the bench, and quickly curled up there. Maybe if he curled up enough any passing fans wouldn't notice the great Demy Stardust looking so...awful.
The boy coughed a bit more, whining at himself for letting the other do this to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:41 pm
A few minutes later, a casually dressed (and by casual I mean a ragged muscle tee and standard pair of jeans) returned to nab the boy. "Get up. You look pathetic."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:44 pm
"No! I'm not getting up so you can be more of a jackass to me..."
A very disgruntled youth remained curled on the bench, ears flat against his head.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:51 pm
"I'm going home, stupid. Either come with me or stay here....not like I give a s**t -<" Spence grumbled, walking off to get his ride.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:58 am
Ears perked a bit at that. Even after such a beating Spence wanted him along?
"Heeey...don't leave me here!"
Demy whimpered, getting back to his feet and following after the other slowly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:59 am
The waiter led him around the back to where he'd parked his motorcycle, still a bright colored purple with streaked lightning from his days as a star. Hopping on, he strapped on his helmet and waited for the youth to follow suit.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 2:20 pm
Demy rounded the corner, forced to smile just a bit at the sight of Spence's motorcycle. Back when they were still together Demy had managed to con the other out of a few rides on the bike. The youth loved it, and was quite happy to see he still had it.
Getting on was a bit more of a challenge for the smaller hurt Audio, but he managed to do it with only a few whimpers. Once on he clung tightly to the back of his former bandmate.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 2:46 pm
The waiter hit the gas as soon as the youth was on. Speeding off he made a bit of a show, darting between traffic, hardly ever touching the break. Perhaps he hoped to scare the youth...or maybe he just felt like enjoying the ride.
It was a short drive to his apartment. Pulling into a designated space, he glanced back at the youth. "Get off.."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:04 pm
The boy cringed at the traffic, snuggling against he back of the other during the trip. Once they arrived, he whimpered some more and managed to drag himself off the bike.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:14 pm
Spence slid off beside him and led the way up to his apartment. He opened the door to a small, shabby living space with a tiny kitchen bed and bath. It was a sad comparison to the way he used to live, but for now it was all he could afford. Shoving aside the mess of papers by the door, he made his way to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. The audio downed the beer, peeking at the youth's reaction around the side of his bottle.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:21 pm
Demy quietly limped in, green eyes scanning the surrounding apartment. What was Spence doing living in a hole like this? The other had always seemed to live the life better than this...
Ears flat, the boy looked around a moment longer before looking to Spence himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:11 pm
"Pft....from the look on your face, maybe you are still living the good life..." Spence snorted, walking around to take a seat on a tattered old sofa. "...stop standing around like an idiot."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:17 pm
"Stop calling me an idiot!"
The boy grumbled, but swiftly walked over to plop down on the couch beside Spence.
"Fight fight fight then drag me home..you haven't changed a bit Spenceypoo."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:24 pm
"Why would I," Spence grumbled, sticking out his tongue a bit. He tousled his hair a bit with a paw, eyeing the younger audio. "You look like s**t..." he observed, noting the youth's gaunt figure and the dark circles beneath his eyes...the ones that weren't caused by the beating he took.
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