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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:39 pm
His smile faded out at that, though, and Ever flicked a look around to make sure that no one was within hearing before he reached out to take the glasses from Zac. Didn't put them on immediately, though; instead he stood blinking at the young man for a moment, hopelessly indecisive.
"I was there. With all the senshi." He settled them on his nose, finally, shoulders hiked in a quick shrug. "What they thought would upset you most. And he leans on you, a lot..." He could have added 'and you don't pull away', but he bit down on it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:02 pm
"Funny... how they knew that. I don't like PDA, I don't talk about relationships I've had... even if it was only him... even if he's just a -friend- right now." He gripped a pair of shades tight and squeezed till they were dangerously close to breaking in his hand. "Lyra knew that we were partners... but no one...NO one should have known enough to say that last line... regardless of how Demy feels still."
Mercifully he put the glasses back before his frustration utterly destroyed them. "We were a thing, it didn't work out 'that way'... he's a friend, I want him to do well." He shook his head. "Sometimes there are too many fights even for me, hard though that may be to believe, sometimes its just the nature of them..."
He glanced at the displays of sodas, tempted but they were heading to breakfast and better fair so he stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned his attention to a display of pewter jewelry. Just something to get his mind off things, fingers looped into the belt loops on his pants so his hand wouldn't seek out the constant reminder that they 'had been'.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:21 pm
Ever watched him solemnly, eyes obscured by the glasses but his mouth gone very serious and thoughtful, one hand frozen with fingers wrapped around the eye piece. He waited a very long moment before working to tug the glasses off, shrugging just a little bit at Zac and working for a moment to find his smile.
"It happens. I can't tell you how many times I've been dumped. Or, uh." He set the glasses back on the rack, carefully, ignoring the around-the-corner glare of a shopowner who damned well knew they weren't about to buy anything. "Dumped people too, I guess."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:49 pm
"Any of them still 'love' you after?" He said and put his shades back too before heading for the door with a friendly wave to the scowling shop keeper.
"You sound like you were dumped more times than you did the dumping..." He said carefully curious, and then added trying to sound casual. "Was that ... lightning bolt you always wear from one of them?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:55 pm
That got a surprised look, a blink, raised eyebrows. He usually kept it tucked into his shirt, and it took him a while to remember when, exactly, Zac might have seen him without one. He trailed after him, considering his answer to that for a veri long moment, like he wasn't sure he wanted to.
"...no. Our minister. He made it." Which was short, weird, and vaguely uncomfortable. Ever rubbed at his chest through his shirt. "For my twelfth birthday."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:58 pm
"...ah... oh..." He said awkwardly. "I thought... um, well... that was nice of him?... I did start reading it by the way..." He added carefully but said nothing more on the topic. No 'like' no 'dislike'.
"Um... why a lightning bolt?" He added despite himself. "If that's alright to ask.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:20 pm
"Why do you wear a chain on a lock around your neck?" He made a face and reached out to tug on it, meaningfully -- perhaps as a distraction, to draw Zac's attention to something other than his roughly-made, hand-created lightning bolt. It was awkward talking about religion around Zac. Too disparate. It got uncomfortable, fast.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:26 pm
"Touche" He said quirking an eyebrow. "Because it won't come off" He lifted it enough that it could clearly be demonstrated as not being removable that way.
"I don't have the key... I have a VERY hard time picking locks...and I don't want bolt cutters near my neck." He flashed a huge and cheesy grin before it fell away and he poked at it.
"Dem put it on while I was studying once, he has the one with the keys on it..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:46 pm
"Oh, please. Bolt cutters are big and bulky and..." Actually, he'd lost his train of thought in there, his head tilted to the side, processing that last bit. Maybe Zac didn't actually want to take it off. That thought knitted his eyebrows together and he struggled to finish the idea.
"...and not all that sharp." There, that was a good point. He raised his eyebrows, tugging his hand back and scratching fingers up through the back of his hair. "Not going to cut your throat or something."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:11 am
"Uh huh..." Said Zac in that 'clearly suspicious of the bolt clutters none the less kind of way. "They probably say that about Guillotines too... It's the bulky I'm worried about too... " he rubbed at his neck a little paranoid of the idea...though truthfully his idea of 'bolt cutters' might have been a little closer to 'hedge sheers'
Still, the look that crossed Ever's face gave him pause and he arched his eyebrows, staring more studiously at him, trying to pick apart what was still 'hit or miss' in the understanding department.
"What?" He demanded at last, not at all sure he understood that flicker and pause.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 1:02 pm
"...well, I mean..." He hesitated, squinting sideways at Zac and smoothing a hand across his forehead. His head hurt, still, and this was kind of deep conversation for post hangover, but there wasn't a whole lot of choice regarding that, was there?
"Um. I mean, if you really didn't want it, then...like I said, Zac, you're a pretty smart guy." It had that edge behind it; Ever didn't come out and say 'that's all I'm saying', but it was conveyed all the same, his hands up and shoulders hiked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 3:57 pm
Zac made a face... glanced away and folded his arms. "I should..." he admitted. "... I'm... used to it. It;s a reminder, I guess." He shrugged.
"I suppose everyone has something or two that they keep that makes people wonder." He said glancing at Ever and arching an eyebrow. Probably it was a poor jab but he took it anyhow and fingered the Padlock.
It was heavy around his neck, so many things felt heavy these days.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:37 pm
"...my goal in life is to have a lot of things that make people wonder." This was more the usual Ever, even if he was still rubbing at his necklace through his shirt, that bracelet rattling around his wrist. He was accruing even more things to make peoples' eyebrows raise, apparently. Scarred palms. The bend in his nose. Jewelry...
"I think it's a pretty worthy goal." A helpless grin down at Zac, his eye almost closed against the afternoon sun, and his stomach finally starting to grumble.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:26 pm
"You are defiantly succeeding." He said amused and glanced sideways at Ever's gurgling midsection.
"Good thing we're close...no worries about being cannibalized by hungry hung over lieutenants." He teased trying to diffuse some of the strangeness that now hung in the air between them on the subject of old 'jewelry'.
He tucked a loose strand of hair distractedly behind his ear and when they got close enough, lengthened his stride, such as it was to try and beat Ever to getting the door.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:36 pm
It wasn't a fair battle; Ever was woefully hung over, even if he'd realized they were racing. He blinked as Zac nabbed the door and hesitated just a moment before ducking, in an exaggerated fashion, under his arm. He offered a glimmer of a grin as he passed, and immediately waved someone down to seat them, unabashed.
As they waited, he turned a sideways look on the young man, a smile still dancing around his mouth. "If that had been the plan, Zac, we could have just stayed at my place..."
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