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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:24 am
*Doesn't miss a beat; treats Micah to a sweeping smile and an accompanying chuckle* As you can see, I'm putting their weekend detention to good use.. they'll be helping me carry home some fabrics, I was thinking of forwarding a few rolls to my interior designer for a new set of curtains in my house.. kekeke~ Manual labor is perfect for a couple of trouble makers.
*Looks sharply at Abygale and Justus in turn anyway* Nonsense.
*Resumes smiling at Micah* Would you fetch me something.. in a light blue?
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:38 am
*Glances between them for several moments, then at Abygale, before nodding and smiling* Yeah. I'll get you a couple different shades so you can choose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:46 am
*Waits until Micah has shuffled back into the rows of shelving before rounding on Justus* I've told you. Your body is your foundation and I'll not -
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:52 pm
.....*Watches as Micah leaves, giving a slight pat to Devlin's shoulder before rolling her eyes at Circinus*
Honestly, those ideals are ancient to anyone under the age of twenty, Circi. Stop attempting to sound like someone who actually gives a damn. :/
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:20 pm
Devlin stared down at the floor, nearly frozen in place except for the light shivering up and down his body, not even feeling Abygale touch his shoulder.
".... I want.. I want to go. I want to go." He spoke quietly, wrapping his arms around his naked chest. "I want to go."
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 8:31 am
*Hurries to Devlin, flailing his own hands a bit in an attempt to gather the boy's attention* No, no, no, Devlin, darling - don't panic, now, everything is under control.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:20 pm
Devlin turned his upper body from Circinus, squeezing his eyes shut, the shivering becoming worse.
"Why would I be standing here nearly naked if you were just purchasing fabric for curtains?" He said in nearly a whisper, his voice sounding soft and delicate, feminine. "Justus, p-please..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:28 pm
"Dev, it's going to be alright." Justus strong-armed his way to Devlin, placing both hands on his shoulders and pulling him towards himself. "Calm down, think. You know Micah. Even if he realizes something was... out of place he's not going to say anything. Look now.... look at me Devlin."
Devlin had squeezed his eyes shut further, shaking his head back and forth, but finally looked up at the command.
"Micah's one of your best friends, your teammate." Everyone else in the room disappeared as Justus kept trying to calm Devlin, his only thoughts were for the fair haired boy in front of him. "If he wanted to know, he'd ask you himself, but you've got time to think on it, Dev, and remember, we talked about this?"
He ended the last part in a quiet hiss, trying not to provoke Devlin further by reminding him how he'd have to tell people some day.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:06 pm
Circinus drew in a slight breath, holding the oxygen captive in his lungs as he nervously watched the pair interact. He had already terrified Devlin enough with their original encounter, and his apology gesture was shaping to become a similar disaster.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:07 pm
Micah lingered among the rows of fabric, his quick eyes skating from one shade of blue to another, the voices across the work room nothing but a faint murmur at his ears like an uninteresting insect. While Devlin’s lack of clothing was puzzling, Micah was willing to assume it was another quirky thing Circinus demanded, such as when he had students disinfect the soles of their shoes seemingly at random throughout the week. Perhaps he wanted to test the softness of his curtain fabric against skin but didn’t want to sacrifice his own cleanliness to do so.
Yeah, sure. Micah’s mouth curled into a soft, relaxed smile. That’s what he’d tell Devlin he figured was up. Not that he had any idea what WAS up - maybe Circinus was showing off Devlin’s pretty young flesh to Abygale as part of a sexual fetish. Maybe Devlin lapped milk out of a bowl in Circinus’s office on Tuesdays. Maybe Devlin was trans. Regardless, it was Dev’s business, and not Micah’s.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:54 am
He can't make a comment about this, regardless. I'm a private tailor, Devlin. Exclusive, nine times out of ten.
*She tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, waving the mess of a situation off.*
Besides, I've raised him better than to be capable of damaging someone's reputation. Give my son a bit of credit.
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