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 Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 3:26 am
“What? What are you talking about?” Efflo looked at Gabby like he was crazy. Silk? He looked down at his shirt. Oh. How did that get there? Pulling it away from his chest, he spit on it and attempted to rub out the stains with his hand. What he actually succeeded in, however, was only in making an even bigger mess. “Oh,” he stated, looking down at it again. He didn’t seem particularly worried. Efflo smiled sheepishly, pushing the stick at Gabby again. “It’s okay, I’ll just wash it out later. It’ll be fine. Let’s go for a walk!”
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 3:38 am
"AAAAAAAUGH-" Two things happened, at that moment. First, Efflo won the challenge. Gabby's hands were on him faster than any seduction could have ever managed. Second, Efflo was about to find out just how OCD his boilfriend really was. He took each button off, quickly but carefully, and pulled the shirt off of Efflo's body, before leaving him standing outside alone. Gabby ran for the closest dorms, the one they had just left. His quick, hastened steps took him straight to the undead bathrooms, where he regretfully used a touch of handsoap while muttering some foul curse to himself about the lack of fabric softener available - and filled a sink with bubbly water. Then he set about hand washing the shirt. Carefully. Lovingly. Tenderly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 3:50 am
Efflo was left standing shirtless, and victorious. He’d won the challenge and he no longer had to wear a shirt. He was pleased as punch, and he whistled happily as he skipped back to the Undead dorms. He peered into his room, but saw no sign of Gabby. But judging from the soap-related curses he heard floating down the hallway, he could guess where the boil was. Efflo made his way to the bathrooms, striding in with the confidence of a winner. He hopped up onto the sink counter where Gabby was at work, dangling his legs over the edge and grinning at the dragon broadly. “Now, I’m just saying this as your boilfriend, because I love you… Gabriel, I think you might have a problem. Oh, and also, I win.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 3:58 am
In, and out. In, and out. Gabby pulled the silk shirt up out of the water, studied it for a moment, and gently put it back in, rubbing the dirt stains out with his own hands. He barely registered that Efflo had entered, though the sound of him losing made his eyes flicker with annoyance. "I know. You don't have to rub it in. And I do not have a problem. This was a beautiful shirt, and you ruined it. What is so wrong with me caring about that?" He pulled the shirt out again, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I think I've got the stains out.. fill that other sink with water for me. I've got to rinse."
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:13 am
“I didn’t ruin it! It was just a little dirty, that’s all.” Efflo watched Gabby pull the shirt out, silently impressed at how it was some how pristine and white again. What sort of sorcery did his boilfriend know? Whatever it was, it wasn't enough to win the challenge though, he remembered with a smirk. “Yooooou loooooost, I woooooooon,” he sang out on purpose, while he twisted around to turn on the faucet of the other sink.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:21 am
Gabby stared at his boilfriend with a mixture of shock and hurt. He held the soppy shirt in his hands, and his mouth slowly opened, as if to say something, but the words didn't come out. So instead, he shut it sharply closed, and his expression turned cold, and angry. Truly angry. He moved forward, shoved Efflo hard out of the way, and started soaking the shirt in the clean water.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:38 am
“Ow, hey!” Efflo straightened up, rubbing his side. He guessed he deserved that for gloating but Gabby didn’t have to push him so hard. “What’s your problem? It was just a silly game. And besides, you always win at everything.” Still, he stepped behind Gabby, feeling apologetic. Efflo went to wrap his arms around the boil, but he stopped himself, even though the challenge was over. Gabby had looked really upset... Maybe he had taken it too far and maybe touching him right now wasn't a good idea. His ears drooped. He settled instead for standing beside him, leaning against the counter. "I'm sorry I wrecked it," he apologized quietly, watching the shirt in the sink. "I should have taken better care of it, it's a really nice shirt. Thank-you for washing it..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:45 am
"Too little, too late." Gabby's scrubbing had gotten a little rough. When he pulled the shirt out, it was clean, and rinsed, but the silk was starting to pill where his nails had been scrubbing. He let out a groan of frustration, and turned to storm out of the bathroom, headed for Efflo's room. He paused in the hallway, turning sharply to give the boil a dangerous glare. "And I do NOT always win." He growled, shaking the hand holding the shirt uselessly before letting out a frustrated sigh and storming off again. He walked into Efflo's room, and looked for something he could hang the shirt on. Except. "Ugh." He huffed out, taking off his own shirt and simply putting the wet shirt on. If he couldn't hang it anywhere to dry, it was just going to have to dry on his own body. It kept the wrinkles out. And he wouldn't be climbing any trees.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:56 am
Efflo stomped out after Gabby, stepping back in surprise when the boil turned on his heel to growl at him. Then the stomping continued, as he followed Gabby to his room. “You do too! You’re bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter… You’re better than me in pretty much every way! Besides, it’s not like I meant to get the shirt dirty! I never wear them, how am I supposed to know these things? Why are you so- what are you doing?” Seeing Gabby put on the wet shirt threw off his train of thought. The damp fabric clung to the dragon’s body, accentuating every muscle, every angle. Bu Efflo was too flustered too focus for long on admiring his boilfriend, he couldn’t stand Gabby being mad at him. He came off whiny and insolent but he really did feel bad. “Here,” he said, unlatching and opening the top half of his door so it swung out into the room. “You can hang it on here, if you want. Then you don’t have to be wet.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:02 am
It wasn't the questions, or the assurances, that got to Gabby. He was far past being able to accept them. Grouchiness had turned into full blown anger, and all he wanted to do was fly off and hide in a cave until he could think straight again. But Efflo managed to cut through his mood simply by figuring out a place to hang the wet shirt. It was that act, being helpful in the face of an angry dragon, that fizzled Gabby's mood. He glared silently at the boil, and then took the shirt off, button by button. Flattening it carefully, he reached up to hang the shirt over the door. Then he stood there, and stared at it. "I don't care if I'm wet." And it was true - his skin, glistening with wetness, did not seem to give the slightest care. The cold was already frosting it over. "I should probably go."
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:06 am
Efflo positioned himself between the door and Gabby, glaring right back at the dragon. “No, you shouldn’t.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:10 am
Gabby refused to look at his boilfriend. "I pushed you. I yelled at you. What, exactly, could you possibly want me to stay for right now?" He knew he'd let his temper get the best of him. It was already fizzling away, leaving him with nothing but guilt. The last thing he wanted to do was look at Efflo right now - because it just reminded him that he wasn't worth the boils time. Efflo deserved someone who could handle emotions. And getting dirty. Gabby was good at neither.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:22 am
Efflo’s glared faded, and he couldn’t help but smile as Gabby refused to meet his eyes. Efflo knew those dark emotions bubbling up in the dragon only all too well. So he smiled and pushed Gabby backward. “There, I pushed you too.” He kept pushing, forcing Gabby to sit down in the straw. “I yelled at you too, earlier. So we’re even,” he said, holding onto Gabby’s shoulders as he seated himself in the boil’s lap. Then he was taking Gabby’s chin in his hand, forcing him to look up. He was just so happy that Gabby wasn’t mad at him that he found didn’t really care about anything that had happened. They both antagonized each other; there was no need to make that into a competition too. “I want you to sit right here and hold me and tell me how much you love me.” He grinned, leaning in for a quick kiss. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere until you do.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:29 am
Pushing Gabby finally got his attention, and he looked up at Efflo, a little surprised at the action. But there was no contempt in his touch, and even though he was pushing hard enough to move the boil, Gabby knew there was a difference. Still, push a dragon long enough and he starts to get annoyed. "Hey-" He fell back into the hay, immediately trying to get up again. It was impossible, when Efflo climbed up to pin him down. Suddenly all the warmth he'd been missing the entire day made him gasp, and his eyes glittered with the danger of unshed tears. They crystallized before they escaped, and dropped into Efflo's hay, lost within. Efflo's kiss shocked him like lightning. Not only did he not feel like he deserved the affection, he'd missed it so much it hurt to feel it. His hands snapped out, devouring the boil in a grip so tight he knew it might hurt. His face shoved into Efflo's chest, burying itself there. He didn't want to tell the boil he loved him. He didn't want to say another word. He just wanted to hold him, and never be allowed to leave.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 5:47 am
They hadn’t even been apart for very long but Efflo didn’t want to let go of Gabby for even a second. He regretted ever having pushed for such a stupid challenge. Never would he threaten to revoke privileges, never ever again. Gabby’s hold was crushing, and sudden, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be close to the dragon as possible, those cold arms wrapped around him made him feel like he was the luckiest boil in the world. He sighed, happily settling into Gabby's embrace. Efflo loved him so much, and he knew Gabby loved him too, even if he got angry. Efflo was no stranger to emotions, after all, he'd had his own share of outbursts. He knew fickle emotions didn't change how you truly felt about someone. But he still wanted to hear Gabby say it. Efflo knew Gabby wouldn’t be leaving once he did say it, because the ponyboil wasn’t going to let him. He leaned back, dipping his head down to nudge Gabby’s up with his own, nuzzling him. “Hey Gabriel,” he said softly, pushing him down into the hay, onto his back, and nestling on top of him. “Don’t you have something to tell me?”
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